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The Evolution of Fashion: Becoming the Gentleman

Looking back on some old photo albums I laugh playfully at how I used to dress. Being an adult now, I sometimes question the way those younger than me dress, but then it hits me: We all have our phases of fashion. I continued to look over my photo albums and some friends as well and was able to determine that for the most part, we go through three phases until we find ourselves, fashionably speaking. PHASE I: The wonder years.             Phase one is your High School years. For most, before this your clothing choices were dominated by your parental figures. Your choices in apparel were limited and monitored. However, even if you had freedom to choose at this point, the high school teen is far too impressionable to really have their own fashion sense. Think back. This is an overwhelming time of peer pressure in your life and the need to fit in with the cool kids takes control. Thus you don’t really have your own individual style, but your fashion is a group effort that i


See boy meets girl And girl meets boy And boy and girl they fall in love But boy doesn’t know About that boy With whom she previously broke up See loves a drug And she’s fucked up No she never finished rehab So boy meet s girl And girl meets boy And now this shit is just gon’ end bad Cause she with you But she with him And when she with you she think about him So she get on you To get over him But she can’t hide she can pretend She wearing thin, she starting to show What if he find out, what if he know But a even bigger problem that exist is one she don’t even know he has, Is that he still in love with his ex, and he ain’t let go of his past. So while she with him, he with her And while he with her she with him But what’s really crazy and amazing is what’s linking all of them See the girl he was with before he even met this other girl She used to date this other dude who forever changed her world But they broke up, they was


Wingman is a role that a person may take when a friend needs support with approaching potential partners. A wingman is someone who is on the "inside" and is used to help someone with relationships. The 'Pre-Wing' refers to the talking up of one friend to another in order to build an attractive persona before any direct interactions. The pre-wing is then usually followed up by the wingman role; the follow-up support often involving befriending associates of the potential partner. --Wikipedia Wingman oh wingman you are my greatest friend You have been there with me, on you I can depend. Those countless nights, of random and drunken encounters Like actors on stage, every move I make, you counter. How flawless and smooth, our routine was so top notch No girl could say no, our game could not be stopped. My wingman oh wingman, how do I love thee, Let me recall the moments, let me recall the scenes. Remember that night, when we walked into the bar, We were alr

Mrs. Jones: The truth about the sidepiece.

A few months ago an acquaintance of mine asked me if I could write about “the sidepiece”. She was going through a situation where she was the “mistress” of this man’s relationship. So I’m going to finally break down the situation and explain it from my point of view. As usual, I’m a little more straight forward than most. What is a sidepiece? Pimpster’s dictionary defines a “sidepiece” as a piece of ass. A woman or man who is not the main character in another person’s love story. This individual usually only serves a sexual purpose to the relationship and often is not called upon and or communicated with unless needed to perform his or her sexual duty. A sidepiece has no authority in the relationship and no privileges other than sexual. They provide a service. There are many reasons why someone attains a sidepiece. None of the good reasons, but they are reasons nonetheless. The relationship is failing, they are not satisfied, or plain boredom.   There are two roles in this dance

CLOSURE: Hindsight of love

His last words: Hey, I know it’s been a long time since we last spoke. I honestly didn’t mean for it to be this long. I heard that you got engaged, congratulations. I mean, I was shocked when I heard this. I guess as stupid as it sounds, I always liked the thought that there was a chance we would find each other again. You know, that somehow the world would lead us back to each other. I guess this is my last opportunity, to say all the things I should have said then. I remember when I first met you, my God you were so beautiful. I had heard people talk about butterflies before, not thinking that was a real thing…but boy did I have them when we had our first date. I’d been in love before, but this was completely different. You were completely different. It’s crazy how everything can be going right, then you blink, and everything changes. It’s how a couple handles that change that defines them, and or divides them. It just happened so quickly, and I didn’t know how to deal with it. How w