Dating Club 4 Men
 

I know we all are sad at the loss of PEP Guy's thread :( so here's something to cheer everyone up.

http://thedatingclub4men.com/id1.html

Did it finally get closed?

wait....it's GONE?! All over?

lol
He finally got banned? Hilarious!

He's not banned, the thread was just closed and moved to the broom closet in the Hall of Justice. Using other people's real names (no matter how much entertainment it may provide for us) in a libelous manner is not cool.

^^^
Oh yeah, I totally forgot that he was talking about his preschool "girlfriends"...lol That thread was hilarious.

:confused: The things that I miss when I don't read posts.

As for the dating club, I think I've seen the founder on a tv show and read a lot about it. It sounds silly but more power to them.

Yikes!


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I really like that his name is Moet.

Hee hee

Damn, now i'm sad i missed the end of the thread!

Wasn't there a reality show a few years back on VH1 similar to this?

No one else thought of the Hair Club for Men and if they offer dual membership?

"I'm not only the president, I'm also a client!"

This is something I feel that most men should get involved with. The article was good, and very well written. Here’s a brotha who’s been married for 15 years, who’s obviously over it. I got married twice, and it’s obviously something I’m not particularly good a. So, just like that brotha, I’m over it, too. I always laugh at people that say they marry because they crave intimacy. These folks never stop and think that there are some things that you don’t want to know. Well, get your mind around this: your wife? She farts in her sleep, man so loud, you’ll duck. And she doesn’t always smell like Chanel No. 5, but then neither do you, Musty McCrusty. Welcome to intimacy. All that in, I still think there is a case to be made for and against the whole love and marriage dealy, especially with a sistah.

Pro: It’s nice to have someone to come home to.
Con: When you get married, it’s hard to have your own space.

Pro: No more one night stands.
Con: Sex either comes in heavy waves or not at all.

Pro: It’s nice belonging to someone.
Con: Codependence can be unhealthy and scary.

Pro: Being single sucks.
Con: You get a lot pussy when you’re single.

Pro: It’s noble to dedicate yourself to one woman for the rest of your life.
Con: The rest of your life, God willing, is a long time to be with one person.

Pro: Married life has a quieting predictability.
Con: Married life has a quieting predictability.

Pro: When marriage works, it’s the most wonderful thing in the world.
Con: There is no way to know if your marriage will go the distance.

Pro: If it doesn’t work out, you can always get divorced.
Con: Gunshots are less painful than divorce.

Pro: You find someone to bear children with.
Con: Getting married to have children, or because of them, is basically asking for divorce.

Pro: You’ll never be lonely again.
Con: When you are married to the wrong person, marriage can be very lonely.

Pro: You split the bills.
Con: Your mate may nor work for the white man. Which means she doesn’t work, unless she’s in the kitchen cooking, or cleaning the house.

Pro: Guaranteed home cooked meals, and a quick fuck after dinner.
Con: This assumes nobody can cook, and the cooking is edible..

Pro: All your friends are doing it.
Con: Who cares?

Pro: You finally have some stability in your life.
Con: Nothing is as unstable as marriage.

Pro: Free jewelry.
Con: Can’t think of one just now.

Pro: Marriage, failed or not, teaches you a lot of hard lessons.
Con: Marriage, failed or not, teaches you a lot of hard lessons.

The first lesson I learned about marriage I learned while me and my ex were dating: always trust your instincts, especially with a sistah. When I met my second ex, she was free –she had a fuck buddy, but nobody staking a claim –and that should have tipped me off immediately. Why is this fine, intelligent black woman virtually alone? Some folks are alone by choice, and that’s cool for you, because you can tell right up front they’re sick. No normal person, given a choice, wants to live life alone –that’s a life of Ex-Lax, multiple cats, and Matlock. People are alone normally because they’re fucked up, and nobody can deal with that shit for longer that it takes to bust a nutt, get dressed and leave. T’yeah!

Second lesson I learned: recognize girls with more game than you. I thought my exes were suburbanites who couldn’t compete with my club-tested ghetto-approved, street legalese. I don’t know how I could have been more wrong. They were sophisticated players in their own right with long, internationally known reputations. I got taken down by love. Very early on, I was in love. I know because I’d been around it a bit. See, love had come and gone, and love and I went to the same parties and danced at the same clubs: we’d even shared cocktails after hours. I knew love pretty well. I’d been smitten and bitten by a sistah before and come out on top, so if I resolved to avoid it, it wasn’t going to happen. Not to me. But it did and took me under in short order. Lenny Kravitz said, “Let Love Rule.” My ass. Keep your head on straight so you can see game from the curb.

The third lesson I learned is that love doesn’t pay the rent or fire ambitions. Somebody has to have a job and/or an ambition to have more in life. While poverty has its own distinct romanticism and there is nothing sweeter than starting at the bottom and ending up on top, not everyone is feeling that approach. Not when the bills come due.

Right after I took my vows, everything changed. Those sistahs went from being my partner to being my owners, my adversaries. See, this is what a sistah will do, because of her aggressive independent nature. A sistah will whip yo’ ass if you let her. Have you ever been bitch slapped by a sistah? It ain’t pretty, that shit hurts. Kissing the bride was like firing the starting gun of a race to divorce court, it seems. Sistahs are smarter than brothas in every way –I say a lot, and it’s true. Especially emotionally, women have a greater grasp. I wasn’t ready for the disappointment, the rejection, the feeling of being disposable and replaceable. I never thought I would hurt the way I did, or bruise so easily. I did. Sistahs can mask their pain. I, on the other hand, have a hard time pretending I wouldn’t like to be in love again. Not that those sistahs were the loves of a lifetime, but they were supposed to be. When you give that away and it boomerangs back and knocks you to the ground enough times, you learn that’s the game you’d rather not play. See, I am no Denzel Washington, like sistahs want every brotha to be, and I could never be. I can only be myself, and hope that’s enough. It will be for a white woman or an Asian, but not a sistah.

:( He found us.

iLaughed :o
Sure did! :D

What article? This was a link to a website. The thing that you looked at is called a "page."

$5 bucks he answers your question by writing a book. lol

Man all the energy you putting in these threads, you should instead put toward writing a book.

Page/article, same thing.

I don't know what tl dr means, but I am working on a book. It's about sistahs, their insecurity and attitude problem, and also why so many of them can't find or keep a man.

^^*love*

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Where is the irony? I don’t like sistahs, so what’s wrong with that. I don’t see where the irony is. Black women ignored me but white women were easygoing and available. I think this is how most black men develop a preference. They take their experiences, negative and positive, and pull out the common thread. I didn’t hate black women or have a color complex, white women just treated me better. They were a little more kind and not as hell-bent on arguing and copping an attitude about every little thing, holding my feet to the fire just for the fun of it. So dating white women was not only the path of least resistance, it was comfortable and, after awhile, normal. I was a man-child trying to find my manhood and I had no desire to be hurt, fought or humiliated along the way. See, there were concessions I made at first while dating white women. Like most brothas who date interracially, I had to imagine a new beauty paradigm. I’d been surrounded by black women my whole life, so I had to get accustomed to the idea that white women are just different physically and adjust my gaze a bit.



No, I’m not mad at all. I just don’t like sistahs. Now, there are some white women who I wouldn't fuck with either. I’m an ass man. Allow me to elaborate. See, most people have certain physical preferences. Black men are no different. Generally, we like women with full hips, round behinds, and firm spherical breast. If you don’t believe me, look at some of the women black popular culture idolizes: Pam Grier, Chaka Khan, Lena Horne, and the list goes on. Even white folks know these sistahs are fine. Thus, brothas who date interracially find themselves changing their standards. The scales vary, but it goes something like this: if a white girl has an ass at all, flat, fat, wide, whatever, she gets about four points. Black women and white women have totally different types of asses. A black girl’s behind is the symbol of ethereal sensuality: it’s an event. It’s the gyroscope that keeps the whole world in motion from the beginning of time itself, the presence that leaves whole blocks of gaping men asunder. Don’t ask me how a woman’s behind could move me to lush prose. All I know is that black women in thongs make everything in this world so much more bearable.

Don’t misquote me –there are some white women with incredible behinds. In fact, my dick is getting hard thinking about it. I know, I’ve dated nearly all of them. However, they just don’t move the same way; their asses don’t demand the same respect. A white woman can have the same exact measurements, wear the same clothes, and put on the typical sistah attitude, but her subpar posterior pales in comparison to the natural grace of a black woman. See, what you and the brotha who said he loves irony, need to understand is white girl booty, just like black girl booty, comes in a few varieties. Please allow me to explain

White Chocolate aka Black Kryptonite: This is that rare booty among white women that is full, bulbous, and well formed –the kind of butt you see on most sistahs. The booty, together with the easygoing personality, makes it extremely hard (no pun intended) for a black man to resist. See, this white girl can’t get the time of day from a white man, but she walks into a club and every brotha there tries to angle a way to get her number.

The Jedi Mind Trick: You see this white girl from the back and the booty is banging. But you get a side view, and the butt reveals itself to be flat and bounce-less. Most often, this white woman gets over in the club, where the lights are low and dimensions are hard to make out. You only find out you’ve been had once the panties come off.

Farmers Daughter: This white woman is only found in the Midwest and the South, these are white women from agrarian backgrounds whose family history of farm labor reveals itself in the jeans. Hers. Farmers daughters have the kind of booty suburban women spend hours and hours on a Stair Master trying to get. These butts are round and tight.

Trailer Park Pancake: Indigenous to the trailer park, the Trailer Park Pancake booty is the kind of ass that’s not too flat, not too fat, and all kinds of double-wide. Frequently, the woman is missing teeth, which in some practical ways, is a plus.

The Half-Crack: Also known as Muffin Butt, this white girl has too much fat and not enough booty in the back. It’s hard to know where her waist ends and her ass begins.

Ass-Sack: This kind of booty is round enough, but gravity is having its way. The butt is getting longer instead of rounder. A lot of “liberated” white women have this kind of booty –they spend too much time sitting at a desk and not enough time on the Stair Master. I wanted to elaborate because I’m just trying to get you two brothas to understand what to look for when you date, especially if you decide you don’t want to date sistahs no more.

Nothing is wrong with that. It's just a slow news day on GreekChat.

Time for the more interesting stuff: Why do you keep explaining yourself? Why do you type so much? Are you a talker? Are you bored? Is this your novel or blog entry for the month? Is this your therapy session? Do you want to shock us or for Black women to fight for you? LOL.

What does troll mean? If that's something derogatory I don't appreciate it, man. Brothas are supposed to stick together.

I got down time at work, so I'm posting my thoughts just like the rest of y'all. Do you see where I'm coming from, though?

It is wonderful that you feel a bond with me. :)

I can tell you are bored. I haven't read but one sentence from two of your longass posts.

Of course you don't, bless your heart.

Pep-

Get back on your MEDS!

Your rants and raving has shown that you've been off them for WWWAAAYYYY too long!

It's o.k. that you were "feeling o.k." without being on them, but the times, they are a changin' and it's time to get back on them again!

http://youtu.be/WHj6D4OoavM

http://www.gifsoup.com/webroot/anima...s/994462_o.gif

We're both black men, so we're supposed to have a bond. See, this is the problem with most brothas today. We don't stick together.

Are you bored? Is that why you're posting, too?

I'm not on meds, are you?

Do you know how to have a conversation without posting stupid shit that you seem to think is related to things I post? This is a cool message board, but y'all play too much. I'm trying to have a chit chatting session about a serious issue in Black America and my own peeps keep posting shit that's not even apart of the conversation. Be a man and grow up.

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PB-
I am on the floor laughing!!!!! Yeah, I saw that episode of Intervention too!
OMG!!!
This video is just too damn FUNNNY!!!!!!! And hits this fool to a T!

And to add to all his other issues, he doesn't understand apart/a part.

PG--

Prozac and Seroquel are your friends not your enemies. Take them as prescribed! Don't skip a dose, it's not recommended! Always take them with a glass of water--not whiskey as you have been doing!

That's why you've had so many drunken rants--taking your meds with whiskey it's not working! Stop mixing up the water with the whiskey!

Three things---
For the RED--Unlike you, many, many, many BROTHASSSS seem to have their shit together--you don't!

For the green--STOP BEING A WHINY ASS PUNK! You're not trying to have serious chit chat session, you're trying to get some bullshit started!

How would you know anything about being a GROWN UP or a MAN--from your posts, all that is seen is that you're NEITHER! Matter of fact, what is seen is that your a 12 year old prepubescent kid that's got the need to let other's know that you have a working nutsack but you need "help" in learing how to work the damn thing!

As for the verbal diarrhea--take an Immodium AD, swallow it or shove it up your ass and do us all a favor and shut the fuck up!

I am a Black Woman and I approve of this message. :cool:

For Dr.Phil - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nf0oXY4nDxE