He Said Archives:
If guilt was a bug, I’d step on it. If it was made of glass, I’d throw a rock at it. If it was the sexiest woman alive, begging me to get naked with her, I’d turn and walk away. Guilt converts our true feelings into mud. Guilt keeps us from being as true to
Temptation is like ice cream… All we have to do is think of the repercussions of indulging and it immediately becomes obvious that we’re better off without. However, just in case our discipline weakens, there’s a Baskin-Robbins or a Cold Stone Creamery or a Haagen Daz in every strip mall or on every main street
First of all, I don’t “groan” at the mere mention of a wedding. However, I have to admit that in some twisted way, I am proud that you think this of me. I am both aware, and appreciative of the notion that weddings take place around us every day. Hell, some of those marriages will
Boy, when you start thinking about all of the places they can veer off track, it’s surprising that any relationship succeeds. Let’s go back – way back. Do you remember my idea of what makes up the right kind of woman? I may be in the minority, but if you ask me the very best
I once dated a woman over the course of exactly one month. She was smart, she was sexy and she was drinking “He Said” Kool-Aid by the liter. At the end of the month, I opened my credit card statement. All six dates that I had with this woman stared back at me in giant,
When I was little, my best friends were Tommy and Jack. We did everything together… rode our bikes, played stickball, pool-hopped – you name it, we did it. The only times we weren’t together was when one or all of us was grounded… probably for something we did as a group. Of course, I was
Who are you to judge? Hell, NOBODY has the right to judge this woman, or any other woman in her shoes. However, that doesn’t mean staring at her PDF and reaching for anything remotely qualifying as a man isn’t an act of desperation on her part. Clearly, she wasn’t happy with the couples-to-singles ratio at
Perhaps you remember the following moments of joy you have shared with me, among many others, regarding your current domicile: Last July: “I love my new apartment!” Last Christmas: “I’ve finally found a place that feels like home!” Last month: “I’m never moving away from here!” I’m neither a psychiatrist NOR a real estate agent,
For some people (not you and me, of course), flirting is like body odor… No matter how often we shower, we can’t get rid of it. And everybody else in the room accuses us of having it, no matter how much we object. What exactly makes a good wingman, anyway? Aren’t we supposed to be
So you’re not single anymore? When did you get married? Oh, you’re not married… Then you must be engaged. Not engaged either? Then you must be living together. Not under the same roof, not even under the same zip code? I’m sorry… I could have sworn I heard you say you weren’t single anymore. To
