The stings with lovers: Bad Kissers

sorry everyone for not being a 100% disher about my thoughts these days, my new job, being the "ultimate single guy" takes all my times, any way, let me tell you something...
you know when the date goes so well, that conversations don't stop and luaghter becomes a star in the show instead of a guest star?
personally, o.k dates happen often, great ones on the other hand are quite a few... so when i have a great date, my mode elevates and i seriously concider more than a peck on the cheeck for a good night kiss :) (6) ;p~

so, at the end of the date, when you're at your dates car or door, you share a deep look and give it a go for a nice sweet kiss, maybe a whory one, depends on the criteria of your date :)

you expect a movie kiss, a hollywood lip lock or even a porno lusty make out session if you are a bit freaky, but as hopeful daters, "we" never expect a bad kiss....
a kiss so horrible that the moment you get in the car or leave the doors step, ur dates nuber is deleted and blocked by Viva's caller scensors.

bad kissers are there, bad kissers do excist, beware!
bad kissers are scary, bad kissers are... bad!!!
there are many types of bad kissers, and i am proud to say that i met a couple of them, here we will demonstrate some of them :D :

1. the bad breathe kisser: honestly, this could be fixed, once or twice but i will never carry a mint pack for my date, plus even if i do, everytime we kiss i will taste mint... i really like flavours, i mean i cant settle for just ment!
2. the licker kisser: yes, salivary bath for your teeth and facial area, no good, not really into tongue baths during kissing, tongue baths are enjoyable in other situations but not this one!
3. the biter and the slicer: the count dracula type, who bites while kisses, dont get me wrong, sexy bites are hot, like a gentle bite on the lip, sometimes a pain inflecting one to release more indorfins, but when blood or brusing is involved... i rather pass!
4. the salty drier: when your dates lips are salty and dry :), i dont think thats really appealing... is it? i mean some people wouldn't mind, i would, i like sweet lips, i am into sweets, i like sweets!
5. the diver: when a kiss is so deep, you're like at the bottom of the titanic, you just can't breathe and the pressure is... well smuthering! honestly i would like to breathe, i mean as humans we tend to like breathing... its a requirment for constant vitality... or so i've heard!
6. the mini-rapers: this is nice sometimes, when your date simply attacks you with deep kissing and nice rough touching, thats hot when your date is hot, but when you're not into your date... thats another story!
7. the stiffies: i just hate that kind of kissers! it feels as if a wall is kissing you... i mean why would i be kissed by wall? thats not fair? how about some movements!
8. the mutes: i tend to make a kissing sound, its a vital part of the kiss, but there are many people who do not make a sound, its like ur kissing a mute, or ur in a silent movie where sound is simply science fiction!
9. the fraction kiss: this not a type of a kisser no, its a bad kiss that i was introduced to a while back, which has the length of 2 fractures of a second... i just hate it, i dont think i need to explain!
10. the fish kisser: you how a fish moves its mouth? imagine that ur kissing a fish? would that be pleasant? i dont think so, having a still movement with no tricks or stunts is really boring! i rather go home and kiss my own gold fish!
11. the snake tongue: the horror! its the last kind i can remember, its when your date inserts their tongues into your mouth repeatedly and in a fast paste movement... just like a creepy snake, its annoying.... its bad!

the search of the perfect kisser is hopeless, we all do mistakes, but! we still can hope for improvments!

i did make several mistakes in my dating life, many many mistakes to be honest, bad kissing was a form of those mistakes, but in my defence i did it once or twice when i was uncomfortable!

having a good date is nice, but please dont ruin it with a bad kiss, if there is any unacceptable glitches in a date, bad kissing should be on the top of the deal breaking list!

ps: sorry for all the spelling and grammer mistakes, i wrote this very fast, i am going to tan now :D

and oh, when i say we in a topic... it means me and the voices in my head ;p~ J/K!

ur ugly coz i say so!

You know, i am some one who always surrounds himself with other people to feel better, i share moments with them, food, laughs and even silence!

of course, doing that without making them feel shitty about themselves!

pretty normal, i think?

well, the abnormal thing and what always fascinated me, is those people who surround themselves by people to feel better, feeling better by dissing them and pointing out their flaws and mistakes!

seriously, it reminds me by this movie, mean girls, where the girls seriously have nothing to do but look for where it hurts and pour acid on it!



i have many *friends* like that, or lets say i used to, because now i don't even talk to them anymore.

they used to seriously stress life for me, i mean on a daily basis all i hear is, why are you eating this, its junk food, why are you wearing this, why are you laughing like this, why are you watching this TV series.... etc

what bothered me the most is not why are you eating this or wearing that, what bothered me is constant nagging about my personality and how i should fix it!

oh, you shouldn't talk to any one, its not socially accepted, why do you date older people it's disgusting, you can't act like this, what will people say if they saw us...



i mean give me a break you double faced, backstabbing, chauvinistic, self absorbed, clinically depressed, mentally disordered, idiotically messed up bastards!


seriously, let me tell you about those characters, they have no life at all, they always bitch and moan, they have their own little over sized dreams, i mean a guy i knew wanted to be an internationally known singer/dancer/actor/song writer, oh by the way his voice is like on of those unknown garage band leader vocalist who seriously need some vocal classes, and oh as far as the dancing and acing? he used to copy Britney spears and acts like an overly Americanised character from a stupid silly teenage high school movie!



another one wants to be a designer, o.k, i have plenty of those, and my head hurts of how many hideous and shaming issues they all have, especially the one i have in mind now, get this he wants to start a clothing line for cross dressers, celebrities and politicians, he wants to own a mansion as big as my block, he wants so many things, he has a 3 notebook worth list of things, he starves himself one day, beng on the other, he thinks he is hot when seriously he looks like a chiwawa, and all he does day in and day out tell me and two of my other friends how ugly we are and how bad our English is...



My English is self taught you idiot, what the fuck is going on?

and o.k, just one more specimen of royally messed up freaks, this girl i know...

oh my god! do i have the energy to write about this?!

a seriously fucked up fag hag, who likes to talk about how good sex is, even though i don't think she's getting any, she was extremely over weight, then she got very skinny by throwing up in the bathroom every 5 minutes, she is a Muslim who doesn't pray, fast, read the quaran or even believe in Allah, she believes in the power of the light! she is bitchy moody, who's in love with a gay guy who treats he like shit and takes money from her, she calls me once every 3 months to hang out, and when we do she starts telling me i should behave myself cause she doesn't want her reputation to be rewind!

that coming from a girl who added a pic of her and her boyfriend kissing in Hi5!



why am i writing about this?

well the other day i was hanging out with eissa, a friend from college, and while we were eating and drinking good soul food, his Friends popped up, he had no choice but to invite them, i mean they stayed chatting with us standing up for about 20 minutes!

the moment they sat, they started picking on eissa, every single aspect of his clothes was addressed, even his facial hair and the 2 small hairs in his chest.

they even opened up stories of him that it was so shameful, i had to excuse myself to the bathroom, so eissa wouldn't have to look me in they eye and so that he could straighten them up a little bit.



when i came back, it was the same!

so i said the heck with it, and started my own "how a hot eligible bachelor eissa is" conversation, and i didn't have to make up a lie in it, eissa was a 6"0ft Tall dark haired guy, has a kirk Douglas chin, very amazingly sculpted nose, generous black hair and greenish brown eyes, broad shoulders and long legs with a six-pack hidden under his wide shirt.



we seriously have to stop taking shit from people like this, most of us are a good looking highly respected achievers, we don't have small minds with over sized dreams that make no sense, i am dental med student, you are an engineer, you are a talented violinist, she is a beautiful girl, he is a very handsome guy, you're and you are allot of things that they can never be!

that's why they are always on the edge of insanity because of how jealous they are from you.



just live your life with confidence, and simply CTR+ALT+DELETE, people like this ;p.

Seriously!

Was It Good for U?

Sex is pretty tricky...



i mean, you meet up with some one, whether its for a one night stand or to see if they were relationship material, you expect sex...



i am not going to go into the useless pointless details, i am just gonna go and cut through the chase...



How do you know if it was good to them?







personally...



when the person in bed screams "oh yes, give it to me, yeah harder, oh i LOVE IT, OMG!!, i'm cumming I AM CUMMMIIINNNNNNG" ... i know it was good, but...



silents sex...



that's tricky, i don't like asking the was it good question, i just don't!, sometimes it sounds pathetic, and the other times it shows that i lack self esteam, and... hey i know i am good, in fact i am genetically engineered to do hot sex... not to brag but i know a thing or two about a thing or two!







but!



i need to know, i need audio proof, some sort of encouragement if you say so, during sex to give a better... job! and after, to keep on doing that job ;p.







now, there are the mean mean hideous fucking machines, who no matter how good you "fuck" them they just say "it was o.k"





now I've never been with someone like that before, but my friend hector, he is Colombian, his girlfriend nikita is one of those machines, i swear nothing ever pleases her!


in that case, i suggest you experiment, i mean what would be more than o.k?


a threesome? vibrators? Belgium chocolate?

i seriously don't care, i mean if i was in that situation, i would go above and beyond to please the person with me, so i could be pleased too!

i mean my ego would hit the roof if i was affirmed so i would do a better and better job each time, any way!

the was it good to you question is embarrassing to me, but if i was in a spot where i had to use it, i think i will, i mean i know good sex and what it feels like, and i certainly know bad sex and how miserable it feels like!

so i don't want anyone, especially the one i am with to have a bad sexual experience, so i guess, yeah i would ask, even if I'd turn all red and purple, i think its a mature thing to do...

dontcha?

Moment Of Truth - Why Bad Happens 2 Good?

i often wondered... do i have to breathe?life isnt fair sometimes, and to some people it isnt fair most of the time.you see, people have work issue's, they have family issue's, personality issue's, mental problems, fears, phobia's and a long long list of cracks in their lives, if those things happened to bad people i would say 'fuck 'em", but when it happens to good people i have to ask myself why?!
i never thought of myself as a saint, but for the past few days, i never done something to hurt any one, i didn't lie - WHICH WAS A HUGE THING FOR ME -, i didn't play mental games, even though i am very good at them, i didn't cheat in my exams - even though i had very desperate moments! -, i didn't do any thing that could be understood as a bad behaviour, so i was pretty damn close to being a saint!surprisingly all i got was ... well i am sorry and excuse my french, a supreme bowl of prime horse shit with a sprinkle of parasites and a hint of an african maggets!
i worked my ass off, i kept my room clean, i was nice to the security gurds even though all they wanted was to play me and get some cash from me because obviously since my hair is clean and my clothes are ironed, i must have millions of kuwaiti dinars which may i say and be very honest in that, i have a shit load of loans on my not so pretty at the moment head, i was very kind to my colligues, i helped them with their studies and was a very good assistant with what ever they needed, i was a free therapist for my horned up, fitness freaked, loud, annoying, condecinding, back stabing group, meaning my friends in egypt who may i politly add, have a body of mixed flab and tone, meaning even though they spend 2 hours daily in the gym, all they have is a bicep, and no sex back or other packs or what ever!
i was very and i mean VERY good listener to their girlfriends, boyfriends, parents and even far and distant relatives, i was a maid, yes you've read it, a maid! i kept their shit together, i was a helper for the needy, a protector of the freakin' innocent, who may i add were back stabing dick sucking, cum drinking, ball licking, back talking, gossiping, stealing, plastic, stereo-typed, low, vulgar, shitty sluts!
you know, i was, no i "is" a good person!you know what i mean, i mean i am a good person, i am angry, yes i am very angry, i am so angry that fire is flamming of my nose!i am so angry that i am wearing my i am angry shirt, i am wearing my i am angry briefs and i am wearing my i am so god damn angry bra!oh wait i got carried away, i dont have the last too, but damn it i am angry!
i am so angry that if i had a mode ring or a mode moll, it would be PITCH black, no Na-ah! make it BITCH black!
i know, S. why are you turning your Bitch on, well, after all the good that i did, and after becoming mother teresa her frikin' self!my laptop got stolen!oh yes, my laptop got stolen!how you ask?well i was in my dorm room, my bitch of a friend called me and asked for the notes for the organic chemistry exam, she had four frikin' fuckin' days to get them, but no-ho! she had to wait a day before the exam to ask me to give her a copy, so i get all glammed up, wear my favorite t-shirt, pick some shorts, and my favorite shoes, with my ipod in my ears singing janet jackson's So Excited [Remix With fatman scoop and fabulous], and locked my room.yes i locked it, even after the therapy ocd sessions, i still have to lock things before i go and check three times before i leave, i locked it and i checked, once ... twice... and damn it trice!the door was locked, left for 25 minutes, came back...i unlock the door, wierd it was locked once, i am sure i double locked it, i never left a door with a one lock, i have to double lock it, ask every one, my mom, previous lovers and fuck buddies, well... no fuck buddies, i have none, but .... ask my first girfriend, she was so annoyed of it that once she made me leave my house without locking my door, in the middle of the way to ahmedi, a very far area in kuwait i came back to lock the door, i just took a u-turn, drove a 100 kilo's, and locked the god damn door, I DOUBLE LOCK PEOPLE!and i found it with a single lock?how could this be?now o.k long story short, i walk in and dont find my laptop!i searched the room, turned it upside down, i didnt find it...i freaked called sicurity, called the head masters, my friends, they helped me look, and didnt find it.how could i get robbed with my door locked?and when i asked for the complex to be locked and searched, do said no!the head masters said no, sucurity kept luaghing, people jocked around, saying rich kid lost a toy that he could buy 7 of!i am not rich, and damn it why didnt they help me?they kept on saying we need the college administration to give us authority to search rooms, and i needed to wait a two days period!two days? no he "DID ENT!" 2 whole days?when he said that i knew my laptop will never be on my lap again!
how could this happen?why did this happen?why did no one help me?why didn't they lock the complex, search the rooms or even try to help just for a small period of time?!
how could i get robbed with my door locked with no breaking signs?how?you know... i've been good for a long period of time, i've been honest when i didnt need to be, i helped, and i lended a hand!still i was served with that shit bowl!i know, maybe god is testing me, and i trust god to be just, but i am tired so damn tired!why did this happen?!uhhh! if only someone would explain this to me! i would rest aside and focus on something else!damn it i hate egypt!i want to go back to kuwait!

Is it a pattern?

Some friends and I always wondered why I meet the wrong people.
Why am I always attracted to the troubled kid? And always reach out to help him/her, and get bitten in the ass each time I do it?
Why do I always try to keep my connection with that kid, even when I see rejection flying and feel it like a blunt hit to the head?
I think... It's because some times, I think I can relate to what they feel you know?
Like what they think about the world, and how is it a shitty shitty fucked up place!
but its not healthy for me, I always meet up with those people who feed me violence and sardonic thoughts, who always hook me up with misery, people who simultaneously ruining my life while making me laugh to the point I feel like I am going to burst!

you know, I know when the person I am seeing is a bad deal, because the moment I see them no matter how good she looks or how sweet he looks, I just feel that its a bad deal, when I feel like they are a perfect desolation of human evolution, I mean just perfect, but very very sad and self-depressing, they just don't know how good they have it, and just because they lack some materialistic object, they wallow, and keep wallowing!
I attract them somehow, and vice versa, I wish if there was one of those metal detectors, only for people like this, I could just wear that gadget, or register for it online, I am willing to pay seriously, and just get them out of my life!
Again, why do I attract them?
Why do I get attracted to them?
Is it because I love depression and it effects on people?
Is it because I am addicted to misery?
Is it because pain always seduces me into its net?
Is it because I like to take care of people?

Many questions pop into my mind, but I can't seem to find an answer for any of them, I am positive that there is a perfect explanation for this, but I can't seem to get a hold of it!

If only I could detoxify myself from those sad people, somehow I am convinced I would be perfectly happy!
But again, the grass is always greener on the other side, so I am back at square one!
Is it a pattern?
Am I only attracted to sad, miserable, troubled and depressed people?