Girls bag yourself a 'must have man' !

[INSANEREACH]

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/portal/main.jhtml?xml=/portal/2007/07/17/nosplit/ftmen117.xml


I dunno if I agree with this article. I think women are just as dependent on men as we are on women. I think women working more and earning similar amounts has just leveled the playing field. I have my own property and look aftermyself fine.Many men are in my situation, why are we any more dependent on women ? correct me if I'm wrong but women want sex and have emotional needs too. The only thing Iam peeved about is the tendency for the media to make men out to pussified wussys.

I keep myself fit for my self respect not to please a woman personally. Attracting women is just a nice byproduct. I would think a woman get rather sick of a male poodle anyway. No one wants a walkover for a partner and the women I have been with would think it was rather odd if I just started asking her if my bum looked big in a pair of jeans and started having manicures.

Plus emotionally all these newly single successful women must secretly have a hankering for men or why else has cat ownership gone up??

[DonMegaR]

hot

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/portal/graphics/2007/07/17/ftwoman400.jpg

[NameoftheDay]

There's nothing wrong with a manicure from time to time. A guy needs pampering too ya know. Sometimes, when I'm feeling crazy, I get the mani/pedi combo. Just sayin...

[DonMegaR]

There's nothing wrong with a manicure from time to time. A guy needs pampering too ya know. Sometimes, when I'm feeling crazy, I get the mani/pedi combo. Just sayin...

*** (no homo) required for this post ***

[INSANEREACH]

There's nothing wrong with a manicure from time to time. A guy needs pampering too ya know. Sometimes, when I'm feeling crazy, I get the mani/pedi combo. Just sayin...

A woman would have to tie me up first to get me to have one. Actually I like the sound of that (note to self find an alpha woman who likes clean and tidy nails on men!)

[NameoftheDay]

*** (no homo) required for this post ***

Yeah, there's nothing more homo than having a couple hot chicks rubbing and massaging lotion onto parts of your body, that's just queer.

[anb1683]

I like my man to be a man. Don?t follow me to nail place, I don?t follow you around the garage, don?t go to the same hairdresser as me, he?s too expensive for boy hair, don?t primp longer then me, I take an hour you should take 1/2 that time. Unlike some females or Alpha females, I still like to be the girl in the relationship. Career wise, I think that that?s just society now, girls have to work, which is fine, it benefits the relationship because it really does take two people to work these days to make it. But the plastic surgery crap, and manicures, pedicures, that?s not attractive to me, I like rough hands, I like rough skin, and stubbles on the face?(most the time) Guys shouldn?t be encouraged to reduce their manliness. Now, I do like guys finger nails clean and short, and no hair in weird spots?and of course for him to be clean, you know the whole Hygiene thing is nice.

[NameoftheDay]

I like my man to be a man. Don?t follow me to nail place, I don?t follow you around the garage, don?t go to the same hairdresser as me, he?s too expensive for boy hair, don?t primp longer then me, I take an hour you should take 1/2 that time. Unlike some females or Alpha females, I still like to be the girl in the relationship. Career wise, I think that that?s just society now, girls have to work, which is fine, it benefits the relationship because it really does take two people to work these days to make it. But the plastic surgery crap, and manicures, pedicures, that?s not attractive to me, I like rough hands, I like rough skin, and stubbles on the face?(most the time) Guys shouldn?t be encouraged to reduce their manliness. Now, I do like guys finger nails clean and short, and no hair in weird spots?and of course for him to be clean, you know the whole Hygiene thing is nice.

I don't think you can reduce "manliness" into the minutia of appearance. Ryan Seacrest has stubble, is he manly? If a girl drinks beer and watches football, does that make her less of a female? Does that mean she needs to stop shaving her armpits too? I mean, that's like saying you're not a woman unless you only wear dresses and curtsey.

[NameoftheDay]

I personally prefer the "man" of the 40's and 50's. Guys who smoked, drank, gambled, and chased women. But they also wore suits, had sharp haircuts, stood up when a lady walked in the room, and they all knew how to dance. Guys like Cary Grant and Frank Sinatra. That's what a man should be. A rogue with class. A guy who will open the door for a lady...and check out here ass as she walks by. Call me old fashioned...

Why do you think so many women love guys like George Clooney?

[NameoftheDay]

Yeah, I've got a man crush on Mr. George Clooney, what of it? A lot of you guys out there do too, so shut your pie hole. And if you don't have a man crush on him, then it might be some other celebrity, athlete or even politician (though that's a little too kinky for me). One of my closest friends admitted that he has a huge man crush on Brad Pitt and wanted to spend an entire day with him getting high, eating Bugles and watching cartoons. To which I replied, "You're gay. My date with Mr. George Clooney is so much cooler."

Before we begin, let me emphasize the non-sexual portion of the date. There would be no sex with Mr. George Clooney. I would never have sex with a man, with the exception of Michael Jordan, and even then it's only because of what he has done for the game of basketball. Besides, I want Mr. George Clooney to respect me, not just think of me as a hot piece of ass.

So here's how it would go. Mr. George Clooney calls me up in the morning, say around nine or nine-fifteen and says, "Hey, its C-Money. Wanna hang today, playa?"

I say, "Sure, bro," and within twenty minutes a limo pulls up to my place to pick me up. In the limo waiting for me is Mr. George Clooney with bagels, cream cheese and fresh orange juice. As we eat and talk the limo takes us to the LA Fitness Center, where Mr. George Clooney has rented out the gym for the morning.

At the gym we play full court, five-on-five basketball with some of Mr. George Clooney's friends as well as some NBA stars, past and present. In attendance are Mark Wahlberg, LeBron James, Sam Rockwell, Isiah Thomas, Larry Bird, Rasheed Wallace, Denzel Washington and, for some reason, Carrot Top. Mr. George Clooney and I play on the same team and we are great together. We control the game, we give and go, we pick and roll; we communicate without speaking.

Thanks to the two of us, our team wins every game, and after each victory Mr. George Clooney shouts, "We the motherfuking ballers in this motherfuking house! Game recognize game, bitches!" Everyone there gives us our props and tells us we should play in two-man tournaments together. We laugh heartily and shake our heads.

Now it's time for lunch. Mr. George Clooney takes me back to his house where we eat a healthy meal of grilled chicken breasts, couscous, and wild green salad with citrus vinaigrette. We talk about our families, our interests and our backgrounds. And, of course, we talk about the ladies and all of our sexual exploits over the years. It gets a little randy, but by the end of lunch we are doubled over in hysterics about how, when counted up, we have slept with nearly nine-thousand women combined!

"****! That is a lot of goddamn pussy!" Mr. George Clooney exclaims. Good times.

Next, we go to Burke William's Spa Center for a little down time. We part ways in the lobby (with Mr. George Clooney joking, "Don't ask for a spitty when you're done, playa. It ain't that type of party."), saying we'll meet up later after our treatments. I receive a Thai massage, a foot scrub, a soothing soak in the whirlpool followed by a quick, invigorating jump into the cold pool. I meet up with Mr. George Clooney in the eucalyptus steam room. As we sweat it out we don't say a fuking word to each other. Why? Because we don't need to. We appreciate the silence and respect each other's personal space too much to ruin the moment with a bunch of yakking.

Refreshed and rejuvenated, we go back to Mr. George Clooney's crib, hang out in his screening room and watch the director's cut of The Warriors on the big screen. We analyze each scene, talk about what we like and what we'd do different. We even quote our favorite lines back and forth to each other. But mostly we just soak in the cinematic violence that is The Warriors. We replay the fight scene against The Baseball Furies over and over again, and high five each time at the end of it.

"Fuk those punk ass bitches up!" Mr. George Clooney yells every time he watches it.

As it is now heading into evening, Mr. George Clooney asks me, "Bitch, you hungry?"

"Hell yeah!" I say.

"Good, cause I'm taking your ass out to Morton's for a big fukin' steak dinner. So you better get your grub on!"

We get dressed up in our best suits (both Mr. George Clooney and myself are of the conviction that you must dress up when you go to a steakhouse--to do anything less would mean you're acting like a bitch), and hop back into the limo, pumped up for the huge meal ahead.

At Morton's we sit in a huge booth way in the back of the restaurant. We order a bottle of 1985 Opus One Cabernet Franc and polish it off before the waiter even comes to take our order. And let me tell you something, when we order, we order like men! I start off with the Blue Point Oysters on the Half Shell, the Spinach Salad, followed by the Double Cut Filet Mignon with a side of Steamed Fresh Asparagus. Mr. George Clooney goes completely old school and gets the Lobster Bisque, the Caesar Salad, The New York Strip ("rare" he says, "bloody like Scarface.") with the Creamed Spinach. We eat like kings, relishing every bite.

Just as supper is finished and I think I can't eat another thing, the waiter comes over with not one, but two plates of Morton's Legendary Hot Chocolate Cake. I look at Mr. George Clooney, incredulous. "There's no way I can finish one of these by myself, dude!"

Mr. George Clooney says, "You have to. Sharing dessert is for ho's!" Then he smiles and says, "Besides, I know you like chocolate like a motherfuker."

Back in the limo, sprawled out on the seats, Mr. George Clooney instructs his driver, "Take us to the Standard."

"What's up?" I ask.

Mr. George Clooney pulls out a couple of Cubans and a bottle of Glenmorangie Single Malt Scotch Whisky. "A little nightcap, pimp." He says.

Up on the roof of The Standard, and it's just him, the stogies, the single malt and me. It's a beautiful, breezy night as we gaze out on the City of Angels. I look over at Mr. George Clooney and say, "It doesn't get any better than this, does it, my man?"

Mr. George Clooney holds up his glass and says, "Fukin' A, bitch!"

So now it's getting late and we are satiated, fulfilled and content. During the limo ride home we polish off the bottle of Glenmorangie while listening to John Coltrane's "Giant Steps." We talk about our careers, our aspirations, and our dreams--you know, trying to connect on a deeper level. We realize that though we are completely different people, we are actually one in the same.

As the limo pulls up to my place, Mr. George Clooney gives me a pound and says, "Thanks for a great day, homie. You are my boy for life. You truly are the coolest motherfuker I have ever met."

Right back at you, Mr. George Clooney. Right back at you

[bttrthnb4]

What the **** is this ****???

My god. This is ****ing ridiculous. Taking care of yourself, having a good diet, exercising and bathing is all that matters to me. I won't diss a man who has his nails done; I used to give my own father mani/pedis. But surgery? If you have not lost a ****load of weight or have been in some horrific accident YOU DO NOT NEED COSMETIC SURGERY! Actors do need it, I guess, their looks are basically their career. I didn't even read the whole thing...I got halfway through and was disgusted.

The day my husband needs a facelift is the day we discuss our priorities in life.

[CoffeCanSlayer]

That article is rediculous. I take care of myself, 3 showers a day, head to toe etc.etc. If the woman doesnt like how I turn out, time to find a new wifey.

[anb1683]

I don't think you can reduce "manliness" into the minutia of appearance. Ryan Seacrest has stubble, is he manly? If a girl drinks beer and watches football, does that make her less of a female? Does that mean she needs to stop shaving her armpits too? I mean, that's like saying you're not a woman unless you only wear dresses and curtsey.

I'm not trying to judge maniless on appearance, a clean cut man is very nice, I much prefer that, but for me there is a limit...In my experience all metro guys seem to be much girlier, to girly for me, I like a guy i can watch football with and drink a beer, but not if his nails and hair look better then mine...there is a difference in my opinion in taking care of yourself and being metro...metro to me is wear the manicures and pedicures come in, I'm just not attracted to a guy who spends more on their toe, nails or whatever it might be on themselves then I do for me. I dont go out and buy a whole tool box and hammer and drill set, and there are some girls who do and thats fine, all Im saying is if I were to date a guy that was in that article, it would be over the minute he said I need lipo here or there, or tummy tuck, or even a manicure.



I personally prefer the "man" of the 40's and 50's. Guys who smoked, drank, gambled, and chased women. But they also wore suits, had sharp haircuts, stood up when a lady walked in the room, and they all knew how to dance. Guys like Cary Grant and Frank Sinatra. That's what a man should be. A rouge with class. A guy who will open the door for a lady...and check out here ass as she walks by. Call me old fashioned...

Why do you think so many women love guys like George Clooney?

Guys like that don't exist, I'm sorry, I can't remember the last time someone actually opened my car door for me, or sttod up when I left the tabel and unfortunatly, that's something that i love, but it just doesnt happen, guys aren't raised that way anymore.


Yeah, I've got a man crush on Mr. George Clooney, what of it? A lot of you guys out there do too, so shut your pie hole. And if you don't have a man crush on him, then it might be some other celebrity, athlete or even politician (though that's a little too kinky for me). One of my closest friends admitted that he has a huge man crush on Brad Pitt and wanted to spend an entire day with him getting high, eating Bugles and watching cartoons. To which I replied, "You're gay. My date with Mr. George Clooney is so much cooler."

Before we begin, let me emphasize the non-sexual portion of the date. There would be no sex with Mr. George Clooney. I would never have sex with a man, with the exception of Michael Jordan, and even then it's only because of what he has done for the game of basketball. Besides, I want Mr. George Clooney to respect me, not just think of me as a hot piece of ass.

So here's how it would go. Mr. George Clooney calls me up in the morning, say around nine or nine-fifteen and says, "Hey, its C-Money. Wanna hang today, playa?"

I say, "Sure, bro," and within twenty minutes a limo pulls up to my place to pick me up. In the limo waiting for me is Mr. George Clooney with bagels, cream cheese and fresh orange juice. As we eat and talk the limo takes us to the LA Fitness Center, where Mr. George Clooney has rented out the gym for the morning.

At the gym we play full court, five-on-five basketball with some of Mr. George Clooney's friends as well as some NBA stars, past and present. In attendance are Mark Wahlberg, LeBron James, Sam Rockwell, Isiah Thomas, Larry Bird, Rasheed Wallace, Denzel Washington and, for some reason, Carrot Top. Mr. George Clooney and I play on the same team and we are great together. We control the game, we give and go, we pick and roll; we communicate without speaking.

Thanks to the two of us, our team wins every game, and after each victory Mr. George Clooney shouts, "We the motherfuking ballers in this motherfuking house! Game recognize game, bitches!" Everyone there gives us our props and tells us we should play in two-man tournaments together. We laugh heartily and shake our heads.

Now it's time for lunch. Mr. George Clooney takes me back to his house where we eat a healthy meal of grilled chicken breasts, couscous, and wild green salad with citrus vinaigrette. We talk about our families, our interests and our backgrounds. And, of course, we talk about the ladies and all of our sexual exploits over the years. It gets a little randy, but by the end of lunch we are doubled over in hysterics about how, when counted up, we have slept with nearly nine-thousand women combined!

"****! That is a lot of goddamn pussy!" Mr. George Clooney exclaims. Good times.

Next, we go to Burke William's Spa Center for a little down time. We part ways in the lobby (with Mr. George Clooney joking, "Don't ask for a spitty when you're done, playa. It ain't that type of party."), saying we'll meet up later after our treatments. I receive a Thai massage, a foot scrub, a soothing soak in the whirlpool followed by a quick, invigorating jump into the cold pool. I meet up with Mr. George Clooney in the eucalyptus steam room. As we sweat it out we don't say a fuking word to each other. Why? Because we don't need to. We appreciate the silence and respect each other's personal space too much to ruin the moment with a bunch of yakking.

Refreshed and rejuvenated, we go back to Mr. George Clooney's crib, hang out in his screening room and watch the director's cut of The Warriors on the big screen. We analyze each scene, talk about what we like and what we'd do different. We even quote our favorite lines back and forth to each other. But mostly we just soak in the cinematic violence that is The Warriors. We replay the fight scene against The Baseball Furies over and over again, and high five each time at the end of it.

"Fuk those punk ass bitches up!" Mr. George Clooney yells every time he watches it.

As it is now heading into evening, Mr. George Clooney asks me, "Bitch, you hungry?"

"Hell yeah!" I say.

"Good, cause I'm taking your ass out to Morton's for a big fukin' steak dinner. So you better get your grub on!"

We get dressed up in our best suits (both Mr. George Clooney and myself are of the conviction that you must dress up when you go to a steakhouse--to do anything less would mean you're acting like a bitch), and hop back into the limo, pumped up for the huge meal ahead.

At Morton's we sit in a huge booth way in the back of the restaurant. We order a bottle of 1985 Opus One Cabernet Franc and polish it off before the waiter even comes to take our order. And let me tell you something, when we order, we order like men! I start off with the Blue Point Oysters on the Half Shell, the Spinach Salad, followed by the Double Cut Filet Mignon with a side of Steamed Fresh Asparagus. Mr. George Clooney goes completely old school and gets the Lobster Bisque, the Caesar Salad, The New York Strip ("rare" he says, "bloody like Scarface.") with the Creamed Spinach. We eat like kings, relishing every bite.

Just as supper is finished and I think I can't eat another thing, the waiter comes over with not one, but two plates of Morton's Legendary Hot Chocolate Cake. I look at Mr. George Clooney, incredulous. "There's no way I can finish one of these by myself, dude!"

Mr. George Clooney says, "You have to. Sharing dessert is for ho's!" Then he smiles and says, "Besides, I know you like chocolate like a motherfuker."

Back in the limo, sprawled out on the seats, Mr. George Clooney instructs his driver, "Take us to the Standard."

"What's up?" I ask.

Mr. George Clooney pulls out a couple of Cubans and a bottle of Glenmorangie Single Malt Scotch Whisky. "A little nightcap, pimp." He says.

Up on the roof of The Standard, and it's just him, the stogies, the single malt and me. It's a beautiful, breezy night as we gaze out on the City of Angels. I look over at Mr. George Clooney and say, "It doesn't get any better than this, does it, my man?"

Mr. George Clooney holds up his glass and says, "Fukin' A, bitch!"

So now it's getting late and we are satiated, fulfilled and content. During the limo ride home we polish off the bottle of Glenmorangie while listening to John Coltrane's "Giant Steps." We talk about our careers, our aspirations, and our dreams--you know, trying to connect on a deeper level. We realize that though we are completely different people, we are actually one in the same.

As the limo pulls up to my place, Mr. George Clooney gives me a pound and says, "Thanks for a great day, homie. You are my boy for life. You truly are the coolest motherfuker I have ever met."

Right back at you, Mr. George Clooney. Right back at you

Is george a gangsta in your mind? LOL

[Karsk]

Or perhaps it's all the feminists' fault? The gap between men and women has narrowed so much over the decades that the sexes are intrinsically the same, and it's happening so fast that it makes us uneasy. Equal pay, equal opportunities, Health and Safety makes wimps of us all... what's the difference between the male and the female? Except, of course, that women occupy the moral high ground, live longer, look better longer, are more employable and need men less than men need women.

This author fails at life...

In all honesty, it's not a bad point. Don't get me wrong ladies, there is nothing wrong with equal pay or opportunities, that part of the article is about the only part that has some semblance of connection with the real world.

The main part I have trouble with? The authors terminology... they should have used feminazis. They seem to be the ones still fighting the good fight... even though the 'war' is over.

Certainly we want our alpha men but we want them born that way. Perhaps that's a hard-wired Darwinian response from women, as members of a species rather than as individuals. The woman searches for the perfect man because of the genes he may contribute to her children.

The Darwinian concept of evolution isn't easy to misunderstand, and yet, here we are.

Men, get your faces lifted, your bodies trimmed and become, like us, nippy, healthy, energetic: we, the favoured ones, the women. And if lipsoction hurts a bit, too bad.

Your pot belly is bigger than mine?

I hope this article is some sort of satire. If isn't... I hope the auther spends their life searching for their own concept of an 'alpha' male. At least it will keep them from breeding... there's a little evidence of Darwinian theory in itself.

[Beklet]

WTF?

I don't want some poncey bloke who is vainer than me. I'm a woman - I have enough insecurities for the pair of us -I don't want a man who is so critical and paranoid I feel I have to be 'perfect' all the time.

I have plenty of imperfections - many I don't feel the need to do anything about - but a man that obsessed would do nothing but instill yet more insecurities into a nation of women who are already obsessional about how they look :mad:

I've been out with blokes who wear nail varnish, make up and get through crates of hairspray and dye (yes, goth! :D) and they're bad enough!!!!

By all means, keep your nails clean and trimmed (sharp nails HURT!), but don't turn into women.....

[Senor Awesome]

I like my man to be a man. Don?t follow me to nail place, I don?t follow you around the garage, don?t go to the same hairdresser as me, he?s too expensive for boy hair, don?t primp longer then me, I take an hour you should take 1/2 that time. Unlike some females or Alpha females, I still like to be the girl in the relationship. Career wise, I think that that?s just society now, girls have to work, which is fine, it benefits the relationship because it really does take two people to work these days to make it. But the plastic surgery crap, and manicures, pedicures, that?s not attractive to me, I like rough hands, I like rough skin, and stubbles on the face?(most the time) Guys shouldn?t be encouraged to reduce their manliness. Now, I do like guys finger nails clean and short, and no hair in weird spots?and of course for him to be clean, you know the whole Hygiene thing is nice.

Amen... good to see some standards still in place these days. :cool:

[wide lats]

Well whats 'must have'? Essential qualities? YOu know Jordan is considered a 'must have' and i wouldnt touch her with a 20 foot long sea fishing rod, she is a dummy. and if Peter andre got something to say to me well bring it on Mr. elvis wannabe, i twist your head off play polo with it. :D

All i expect in essential qualities from a woman is simple - she must be a woman.

[INSANEREACH]

The bottom part of the article is when this woman goes totally insane. The world is a peaceful place then full of compromise?? has she read the news lately?? And the last female prime minster Britain had was hardly a noble peace prize winner........

Women are choosing to have only female babies wtf and men are openly bursting into tears in public!!! And then she slags off women in general by saying you's lot don't know what you want anyway. Oh and want happened to good old fashioned diet and exercise? is she being paid for this article by the plastic surgery industry or something?

Nothing wrong at all with a man looking after himself don't get me wrong but she is describing something out of some sci-fi novel. I think she has been out in the sun too long and the only good part of the article is the picture which I find strangely erotic.

[LadyLike]

I personally prefer the "man" of the 40's and 50's. Guys who smoked, drank, gambled, and chased women. But they also wore suits, had sharp haircuts, stood up when a lady walked in the room, and they all knew how to dance. Guys like Cary Grant and Frank Sinatra. That's what a man should be. A rouge with class. A guy who will open the door for a lady...and check out here ass as she walks by. Call me old fashioned...

Why do you think so many women love guys like George Clooney?

I fully back this post. Rep'ed.

[NameoftheDay]

Guys like that don't exist, I'm sorry, I can't remember the last time someone actually opened my car door for me, or sttod up when I left the tabel and unfortunatly, that's something that i love, but it just doesnt happen, guys aren't raised that way anymore.




:(

I am

[anb1683]

:(

I am
Well thats great for the other person that you are like that. LOL I just don't come across it.

[DonMegaR]

Yeah, I've got a man crush on Mr. George Clooney, what of it? A lot of you guys out there do too, so shut your pie hole. And if you don't have a man crush on him, then it might be some other celebrity, athlete or even politician (though that's a little too kinky for me). One of my closest friends admitted that he has a huge man crush on Brad Pitt and wanted to spend an entire day with him getting high, eating Bugles and watching cartoons. To which I replied, "You're gay. My date with Mr. George Clooney is so much cooler."

i've read this b4
probably the single greatest thing on the internet

[NameoftheDay]

Well thats great for the other person that you are like that. LOL I just don't come across it.

Move the f*ck out of Temecula:p

[NameoftheDay]

i've read this b4
probably the single greatest thing on the internet

Yeah, that's why I saved a copy to a word document for easy access:D

[anb1683]

Move the f*ck out of Temecula:p
I am, moving to Murrieta LOL

[NameoftheDay]

I am, moving to Murrieta LOL

lol, oh that's waaaaaaay better

[anb1683]

lol, oh that's waaaaaaay better
Why you gotta talk sh!t...LOL ;)

I know I need to get out of the pit of California, although I could be in worst places, Temecula itself isnt that bad, just the people.

[Amanda76]

I couldn't find the author's name quickly so quit looking. I'm pretty sure it was written BY a female. Probably by a female who is trying to feel better about not having a man by writing an article about women's freedom to (supposedly) be more choosy now. :-P The actual difference in what appears to be choosiness is that nobody (male or female) really HAS to be married to get by in life anymore. Considering the marriages that end in divorce, it's normally just too much of a pain in the ass to consider entering into one unless you're sure. And when are two people ever totally sure about anything? LOL Marriage and family have to be a goal of the two individuals...and people aren't setting that goal to happen at as early an age as they used to.

IOW, I don't think there is any truth to it at all. The men who choose to groom themselves more than others/take artificial measures to look good are finally are finding it socially acceptable and just like looking that way now that fewer people are going to give them **** over it. In addition to that between people generally having more disposable income along with people spending more time only having to support themselves (instead of being married), men have more time and money to take care of personal interests (including simply looking good) over family interests. Remember back in the day when a dad wouldn't buy a new suit so all the kids (that he started having around the age of 20) could get new shoes? It doesn't go that way as often anymore.

People just like looking at beautiful things...and we're vain. If you've got extra time and money and see potential, making the mirror a more beautiful place is something I think most people would do for themselves. :)

[paulpfiction]

when i was deployed i went to a spa place in kuwait for a full body message with just a towel on
well lets just say when she did the inner thigh she kept bumpin my head
bein gone for so long i couldnt helped but get aroused no matter how hard i tried
every time she bumped it it got bigger and bigger ahhh good times

/end story no happy ending

[Scott_32]

Anyone know what a tummy tuck and ass implants would cost for a man? I'm asking for a friend of course.

[Amanda76]

Anyone know what a tummy tuck and ass implants would cost for a man? I'm asking for a friend of course.

Geeze, man! Take "him" to the gym with you!

[NameoftheDay]

Anyone know what a tummy tuck and ass implants would cost for a man? I'm asking for a friend of course.

:D
LMAO

[anb1683]

Anyone know what a tummy tuck and ass implants would cost for a man? I'm asking for a friend of course.
This reminds me of True life or whatever on MTV, where they showed people getting plastic surgery and a guy got calf implants, so gross. I've seen chest implants for guys too.

[CoffeCanSlayer]

Guys like that don't exist, I'm sorry, I can't remember the last time someone actually opened my car door for me, or sttod up when I left the tabel and unfortunatly, that's something that i love, but it just doesnt happen, guys aren't raised that way anymore.

That's how I am. (except I dont smoke). They do exist, they are just hard to find. Like a good woman to a man, hard to find, but they are out there.

[anb1683]

That's how I am. (except I dont smoke). They do exist, they are just hard to find. Like a good woman to a man, hard to find, but they are out there.
Well Im glade you still have hope LOL

[anb1683]

when i was deployed i went to a spa place in kuwait for a full body message with just a towel on
well lets just say when she did the inner thigh she kept bumpin my head
bein gone for so long i couldnt helped but get aroused no matter how hard i tried
every time she bumped it it got bigger and bigger ahhh good times

/end story no happy ending
Whoa...jsut saw this....what did she say?

[CoffeCanSlayer]

Well Im glade you still have hope LOL

Not hope, patience.

[anb1683]

Not hope, patience.
Something I lack a great deal of.

[bttrthnb4]

You get ass implants and I will kick them back out.

[Amanda76]

Guys like that don't exist, I'm sorry, I can't remember the last time someone actually opened my car door for me, or sttod up when I left the tabel and unfortunatly, that's something that i love, but it just doesnt happen, guys aren't raised that way anymore.


Where do you live? I thought pretty much all guys were trained to put forth that extra effort when they first start dating someone (at least until you make it clear you're not interested or something). Maybe you should date guys with longer legs so you don't beat them to the door. LOL It is becomming a bit more uncommon, but lot of guys around here are still taught to treat all ladies with utmost respect...it's so funny to see how older women react to a young man holding a door open for her. They get all flirty. LOL

I've only had the gentlemen at the table stand up at formal events, though. Honestly, I don't need the announcement that I'm heading to the restroom. LOL It's cute when they help you to your seat, though. I think the more difficult part is finding the ones who CONTINUE going that extra mile, even after the relationship has gone on for a while. Have you seen old couples where you can tell they've always kept those loving gestures up? It makes my heart swell to see that. SO ADORABLE! :) Of course, then you see the crabby ones that make you fear having to be with someone for so long...

[extremeX75]

Yeah, I've got a man crush on Mr. George Clooney, what of it? A lot of you guys out there do too, so shut your pie hole. And if you don't have a man crush on him, then it might be some other celebrity, athlete or even politician (though that's a little too kinky for me). One of my closest friends admitted that he has a huge man crush on Brad Pitt and wanted to spend an entire day with him getting high, eating Bugles and watching cartoons. To which I replied, "You're gay. My date with Mr. George Clooney is so much cooler."

Before we begin, let me emphasize the non-sexual portion of the date. There would be no sex with Mr. George Clooney. I would never have sex with a man, with the exception of Michael Jordan, and even then it's only because of what he has done for the game of basketball. Besides, I want Mr. George Clooney to respect me, not just think of me as a hot piece of ass.

So here's how it would go. Mr. George Clooney calls me up in the morning, say around nine or nine-fifteen and says, "Hey, its C-Money. Wanna hang today, playa?"

I say, "Sure, bro," and within twenty minutes a limo pulls up to my place to pick me up. In the limo waiting for me is Mr. George Clooney with bagels, cream cheese and fresh orange juice. As we eat and talk the limo takes us to the LA Fitness Center, where Mr. George Clooney has rented out the gym for the morning.

At the gym we play full court, five-on-five basketball with some of Mr. George Clooney's friends as well as some NBA stars, past and present. In attendance are Mark Wahlberg, LeBron James, Sam Rockwell, Isiah Thomas, Larry Bird, Rasheed Wallace, Denzel Washington and, for some reason, Carrot Top. Mr. George Clooney and I play on the same team and we are great together. We control the game, we give and go, we pick and roll; we communicate without speaking.

Thanks to the two of us, our team wins every game, and after each victory Mr. George Clooney shouts, "We the motherfuking ballers in this motherfuking house! Game recognize game, bitches!" Everyone there gives us our props and tells us we should play in two-man tournaments together. We laugh heartily and shake our heads.

Now it's time for lunch. Mr. George Clooney takes me back to his house where we eat a healthy meal of grilled chicken breasts, couscous, and wild green salad with citrus vinaigrette. We talk about our families, our interests and our backgrounds. And, of course, we talk about the ladies and all of our sexual exploits over the years. It gets a little randy, but by the end of lunch we are doubled over in hysterics about how, when counted up, we have slept with nearly nine-thousand women combined!

"****! That is a lot of goddamn pussy!" Mr. George Clooney exclaims. Good times.

Next, we go to Burke William's Spa Center for a little down time. We part ways in the lobby (with Mr. George Clooney joking, "Don't ask for a spitty when you're done, playa. It ain't that type of party."), saying we'll meet up later after our treatments. I receive a Thai massage, a foot scrub, a soothing soak in the whirlpool followed by a quick, invigorating jump into the cold pool. I meet up with Mr. George Clooney in the eucalyptus steam room. As we sweat it out we don't say a fuking word to each other. Why? Because we don't need to. We appreciate the silence and respect each other's personal space too much to ruin the moment with a bunch of yakking.

Refreshed and rejuvenated, we go back to Mr. George Clooney's crib, hang out in his screening room and watch the director's cut of The Warriors on the big screen. We analyze each scene, talk about what we like and what we'd do different. We even quote our favorite lines back and forth to each other. But mostly we just soak in the cinematic violence that is The Warriors. We replay the fight scene against The Baseball Furies over and over again, and high five each time at the end of it.

"Fuk those punk ass bitches up!" Mr. George Clooney yells every time he watches it.

As it is now heading into evening, Mr. George Clooney asks me, "Bitch, you hungry?"

"Hell yeah!" I say.

"Good, cause I'm taking your ass out to Morton's for a big fukin' steak dinner. So you better get your grub on!"

We get dressed up in our best suits (both Mr. George Clooney and myself are of the conviction that you must dress up when you go to a steakhouse--to do anything less would mean you're acting like a bitch), and hop back into the limo, pumped up for the huge meal ahead.

At Morton's we sit in a huge booth way in the back of the restaurant. We order a bottle of 1985 Opus One Cabernet Franc and polish it off before the waiter even comes to take our order. And let me tell you something, when we order, we order like men! I start off with the Blue Point Oysters on the Half Shell, the Spinach Salad, followed by the Double Cut Filet Mignon with a side of Steamed Fresh Asparagus. Mr. George Clooney goes completely old school and gets the Lobster Bisque, the Caesar Salad, The New York Strip ("rare" he says, "bloody like Scarface.") with the Creamed Spinach. We eat like kings, relishing every bite.

Just as supper is finished and I think I can't eat another thing, the waiter comes over with not one, but two plates of Morton's Legendary Hot Chocolate Cake. I look at Mr. George Clooney, incredulous. "There's no way I can finish one of these by myself, dude!"

Mr. George Clooney says, "You have to. Sharing dessert is for ho's!" Then he smiles and says, "Besides, I know you like chocolate like a motherfuker."

Back in the limo, sprawled out on the seats, Mr. George Clooney instructs his driver, "Take us to the Standard."

"What's up?" I ask.

Mr. George Clooney pulls out a couple of Cubans and a bottle of Glenmorangie Single Malt Scotch Whisky. "A little nightcap, pimp." He says.

Up on the roof of The Standard, and it's just him, the stogies, the single malt and me. It's a beautiful, breezy night as we gaze out on the City of Angels. I look over at Mr. George Clooney and say, "It doesn't get any better than this, does it, my man?"

Mr. George Clooney holds up his glass and says, "Fukin' A, bitch!"

So now it's getting late and we are satiated, fulfilled and content. During the limo ride home we polish off the bottle of Glenmorangie while listening to John Coltrane's "Giant Steps." We talk about our careers, our aspirations, and our dreams--you know, trying to connect on a deeper level. We realize that though we are completely different people, we are actually one in the same.

As the limo pulls up to my place, Mr. George Clooney gives me a pound and says, "Thanks for a great day, homie. You are my boy for life. You truly are the coolest motherfuker I have ever met."

Right back at you, Mr. George Clooney. Right back at you

....oh my god... a "man-crush" please. I don't know what kind of guy you are but i sure as hell have never had a "man-crush" on any guy. What the hell is that about. I'm sorry but your masculinity in my eyes just went out the window. It doesnt matter how you try to explain it..one the words MAN CRUSH were posted it's all damage control after that. What kind of sallon do you go to anyway with hot women. Everyone one I've seen or walked by in a mall has old asian lady's..but damn dude..."Man Crush"? you gotta get out more nad stop watching re-runs of ER!....


awww how cute, you have a date planned with your "Man Crush"....HAHAHHAHA

[extremeX75]

Where do you live? I thought pretty much all guys were trained to put forth that extra effort when they first start dating someone (at least until you make it clear you're not interested or something). Maybe you should date guys with longer legs so you don't beat them to the door. LOL It is becomming a bit more uncommon, but lot of guys around here are still taught to treat all ladies with utmost respect...it's so funny to see how older women react to a young man holding a door open for her. They get all flirty. LOL

I've only had the gentlemen at the table stand up at formal events, though. Honestly, I don't need the announcement that I'm heading to the restroom. LOL It's cute when they help you to your seat, though. I think the more difficult part is finding the ones who CONTINUE going that extra mile, even after the relationship has gone on for a while. Have you seen old couples where you can tell they've always kept those loving gestures up? It makes my heart swell to see that. SO ADORABLE! :) Of course, then you see the crabby ones that make you fear having to be with someone for so long...

Regardless of who believes me when I say this or not I do that for all women. I think it was called chivalry back in the day but I call it treating women right. I always hold the door open for a lady. sometimes I'll wait, even for a minute or two until they come inside...Good manors go along way with anyone you meet but treating a lady right I think is one of the easiest and most rewarding things. Just because you're in a relationship is no excuse to not act like that anymore. She's still a woman and she obviously means a lot to you if the two of you are dating. So why not treat her how she should be treated. I love women and I love treating them right and being nice. I?m just a nice guy I guess. Nice guys don't get a lot of respect in today's society which is kind of sad. But trust me, they exist and Chivalry hasn't died...but if you don't believe that?s ok, because if I ever run into you I'll be sure to hold the door or elevator for you ;) Have a great day everyone!

[Amanda76]

Regardless of who believes me when I say this or not I do that for all women. I think it was called chivalry back in the day but I call it treating women right. I always hold the door open for a lady. sometimes I'll wait, even for a minute or two until they come inside...Good manors go along way with anyone you meet but treating a lady right I think is one of the easiest and most rewarding things. Just because you're in a relationship is no excuse to not act like that anymore. She's still a woman and she obviously means a lot to you if the two of you are dating. So why not treat her how she should be treated. I love women and I love treating them right and being nice. I?m just a nice guy I guess. Nice guys don't get a lot of respect in today's society which is kind of sad. But trust me, they exist and Chivalry hasn't died...but if you don't believe that?s ok, because if I ever run into you I'll be sure to hold the door or elevator for you ;) Have a great day everyone!

Take a look at the state you live in and the state I live in. You've been taught to treat women a certain way and I know lots of guys who do the same way you do (so I totally believe you). Must be something about them there Texans! I think anb1683 needs to move to where the real men are! :D

Oh, and I do agree that treating EACH OTHER special (the special treatment should go both ways) shouldn't end just because the relationship has gone on a while. Going out of your way for each other is one of the things that keeps things from getting stale (like those sweet old couples I was talking about :) ).

[CoffeCanSlayer]

Regardless of who believes me when I say this or not I do that for all women. I think it was called chivalry back in the day but I call it treating women right. I always hold the door open for a lady. sometimes I'll wait, even for a minute or two until they come inside...Good manors go along way with anyone you meet but treating a lady right I think is one of the easiest and most rewarding things. Just because you're in a relationship is no excuse to not act like that anymore. She's still a woman and she obviously means a lot to you if the two of you are dating. So why not treat her how she should be treated. I love women and I love treating them right and being nice. I?m just a nice guy I guess. Nice guys don't get a lot of respect in today's society which is kind of sad. But trust me, they exist and Chivalry hasn't died...but if you don't believe that?s ok, because if I ever run into you I'll be sure to hold the door or elevator for you ;) Have a great day everyone!

Yes but being the nice guy alot of times is bad.

[NameoftheDay]

....oh my god... a "man-crush" please. I don't know what kind of guy you are but i sure as hell have never had a "man-crush" on any guy. What the hell is that about. I'm sorry but your masculinity in my eyes just went out the window. It doesnt matter how you try to explain it..one the words MAN CRUSH were posted it's all damage control after that. What kind of sallon do you go to anyway with hot women. Everyone one I've seen or walked by in a mall has old asian lady's..but damn dude..."Man Crush"? you gotta get out more nad stop watching re-runs of ER!....


awww how cute, you have a date planned with your "Man Crush"....HAHAHHAHA

You are not aware

[AccountantGuy]

There's nothing wrong with a manicure from time to time. A guy needs pampering too ya know. Sometimes, when I'm feeling crazy, I get the mani/pedi combo. Just sayin...

The onlu manicure I ever got is when my mom sent me off to first grade and my wife when she pins me down and promises certain favors afterewards.

[Amanda76]

Yes but being the nice guy alot of times is bad.


There is a difference between being nice and being a pushover, if that's what you're talking about.

[Karsk]

true... nowdays even the proper nice guys seem to be regarded as human doormats by most.

I was going to get a manicure once... then someone told me what I thought was a manicure was vastly different to what it actually was... ah imagination... I probably shouldn't let mine out to play.

[Logicalypso]

Except, of course, that women occupy the moral high ground, live longer, look better longer, are more employable and need men less than men need women.

False, true, false, false, false.

Women do live longer.

[gfundaro]

LOL

I didn't read the article, but these responses are HILARIOUS.
My bf would never get a mani/pedi. He shaves his face, shaves his head, showers and brushes his teeth daily, and wipes himself. That's all I need. I've clipped and filed his nails before because I like them very very short, but after that he did it on his own. He's bald, so he obviously doesn't do his hair lol :) He's very much a guy!

[teenyP]

I personally prefer the "man" of the 40's and 50's. Guys who smoked, drank, gambled, and chased women. But they also wore suits, had sharp haircuts, stood up when a lady walked in the room, and they all knew how to dance. Guys like Cary Grant and Frank Sinatra. That's what a man should be. A rogue with class. A guy who will open the door for a lady...and check out here ass as she walks by. Call me old fashioned...

Why do you think so many women love guys like George Clooney?

i love this reply..we need more, many more men around like you!

[empresscat]

Take a look at the state you live in and the state I live in. You've been taught to treat women a certain way and I know lots of guys who do the same way you do (so I totally believe you). Must be something about them there Texans! I think anb1683 needs to move to where the real men are! :D

Oh, and I do agree that treating EACH OTHER special (the special treatment should go both ways) shouldn't end just because the relationship has gone on a while. Going out of your way for each other is one of the things that keeps things from getting stale (like those sweet old couples I was talking about :) ).


When I was in California, no guy ever held a door for me - even when my hands were full. They had not been raised to, and the ones that had (those from other states, mostly) had learned not to because they got yelled at by some women who seem confused as to what feminism is about.

But I came back to Texas, and most of the time, if I reach a door around the same time as a man, he will hold it for me, with a nod and a smile.