"I Can Set Your Secrets Free, Baby!"

Let's talk expression ... Self-expression. Emotional/Mental. Physical. Sexual. Key thing being, expression can't be disregarded, and it cannot be neglected. It's simply essential for living fully and happily. Unavoidable. Lose those doubts, 'cause you'll find no danger in expressing yourself. Let those walls burn down. It's fine.

Let's not dance around the subject, delve instead ... Expression and relationships. There's a 'PMS' model that's well-worth following. "Physical, Mental/Emotional, and Sexual expression". They're the beneficiaries of a healthy relationship one could say. The exposure disclosure. However, they're all useless unless exploited.

First and foremost, if you're not physically attracted to your woman, you shouldn't even read this 'cause that relationship has gots to go. I'm only saying, if you've gotta pop a viagra non-medically to plow the fields, why plant on that farm? A fresh start isn't THAT awful. Anywho, even if you aren't the "type", communicate those emotional/mental needs by takin' off the hard hat and quittin' the bitchin'. Which implies expressing what you feel AND what you think ... Don't get it twisted, it's possible they're total opposites in particular situations but they're equally vital, and you've gotta put those motherfuckers together real nice like Edible Arrangements. Could be bittersweet, but important. Last, but most-certainly not least, sexual. The thing which makes lovin' fun! Expressing bedroom needs, while cherishing the spark which turns 0 to 60 in a second. Mindblowingly. Get Raw and Go There with your woman. Make those octaves roar. Don't be a tease, that's child's play gentlemen. Don't be a misleading trailer for what's an incredible movie. Perfect every scene, and make every act undeniably irresistible and unforgettable with unmatched fire and intensity, using immense passion.

If, somehow, that didn't clue sweet wonderful you in, "Talk To Me" is but an ear away, Stevie Nicks style ... It's mindbogglingly fabulous, an orgasm for the ears, an inspiration for expression everywhere. Take the walls down gentlemen. There's something you can do ... A big smile, a good cry, a great laugh, an open heart and mind (Legs too, why not), let it out.

If you could have that relationship ... Where, any given moment, you experience that unshakable urge to have your woman right then and there, forever telling her about how gorgeous she is, how much you love her. And you're capable of emotionally and mentally expressing yourself at any degree, without fearing the fifth degree, or sweating judgment or ridicule. Where the bleakest thought of the bed pushes you over the edge of wooing excitement, and gettin' down with the get down by being freaky and going raw isn't intimidating done with the greatest of ease and love, it simply doesn't get any sweeter than that. There's something happening there, and it's fabulous. Let it happen, and don't rock the boat, let all those inhibitions go.

"I can see, we're thinkin' 'bout the same things ...

And I can see your expression when the phone rings,

We both know there's somethin' happenin' here.

Well, there's no sense in dancin' round the subject ...

And a wound gets worse when it's treated with neglect,

Don't turn around, there's nothin' here to fear."

"Meet Me Halfway."

Who recollects their teenaged relationships and all their teenaged flirting? Those times where cracking jokes, makin' fun and constantly teasing was how a guy showed a gal he liked her. I couldn't help but wonder ... Do we ever truly quit using those methods? A man tries to please his girlfriend whenever its possible, but pre-relationship, the 'Flirting Stage' duration, those teenaged rules still apply. The more a chick we dig ignores us, and teases us pretending that we don't exist, we're incredibly vulnerable to wanting her even more. Enjoying the chase, a forbidden love, or playing hard to get but it works. There's one thing, one thing that a man needs to know ... Are we chasing after somebody who'll never turn back around, meeting us halfway at the borderline of love? Is this the "Teenaged Rule", or simply being cruel?

"Reap Just What You Sow."

'Ya know, I'm not positive that I believe in belonging with somebody, destiny, fate ... When you're young, you scribble up these makeshift 'Fortune Tellers', randomly choose a couple numbers and there's your future carved in stone. However, I do think we're capable of falling in and out of love with multiple girls within our lifetime, and being equally happy with completely different women. Maybe, there are those particular girls we feel we "belong with", thinking that we must take that chance with or we'll miss out on something valuable.

Those gut feelings don't necessarily insinuate that she's "The One" for you but there's something else meant there. What's the fallback, or the 'Plan B', in the event a guy goes without receiving his opportunity? Whether it's the gal and she's not being receptive and resisting, or the feelings aren't matching and this "fate" isn't going anywhere productive, and that's that.

You see, Small-Townies, we've got all the abilities for preparing our own fate ... Rearranging, Remastering, Restyling, whatever, and makin' our own lives our personal definition of fabulous regardless of anything and everything. It's not our 'Predestined Fate', serving time for a crime. God and the Stars don't envision that shit. That's all us! Rough times, stupidity, a thrill, vengeance ... Those bring you to crime.

We're printing our fates hot off the press shooting a thing down, not attending a particular event pretending you had not received the invitation, or throwing an ex-girlfriend into your voicemail. It's something flickering inside us. It's the same for mates and a relationship. We can choose to "belong" to any woman. We'll take a shot, going for broke and check if we hit the target. If you don't, maybe you'll hit a different one, or try again.

"The Mistaken Identity."

Terrific ... I've found myself standing all alone on "The One-Way" yet again, Small-Townies.

What's "The One-Way" you all might ask? It's incredibly simple, especially for consistent viewers and those with experience. The art of realizing you care about somebody who's meaningful to you in your life more than they about you. Familyship, Friendship, Relationship ... Veritable spots for "One-Way" bullshit. Right now, it's about friendship, which I unfortunately know all too much about.

Inevitably, I dedicate myself to friends ... The close few I adore, cherish & love unconditionally/wholehearted without a doubt, I'm there for. Bullshit after bullshit, but the few still remain. What continuously occurs is that they find a great relationship, and I get the gank. Why? I have no fucking idea.

Maybe their new relationship has 'em turnt out, and they'll begin losing sight? I don't know. I don't ... But I do know it's inexcusable dusting a close friend off all for a relationship. I've dealt with this bullshit far too long in life, (Kim's relentless drama), and I'm exhausted. Can't anything not fucking suck?

I'm the one who'll be there for a friend regardless of anything and absolutely everything. Maybe, I'm one of those masochists. Get a relationship, and I'm a resident of "The Back-Burner". 'Ya know except for all those late calls obsessing about the relationship, forgetting a friendly "How are you?" before proceeding to ramble. Fabulous. I feel forever-so appreciated! Thank you. That's, that's great.

Currently, I'm strapped to this complete disaster with a great friend, a sisterly chick. Considering her and I had lost a great friend 'cause of the exact same shit, I'm speechless she's entering such a forbidden territory. I can't begin to tell you how much we mocked this chick for the mistakes she had made ... Ruthless! I cannot find an outlet for the anger I've got, and I think it's in our best interest we maintain a distance for a bit, in case I start flipping the script on her ass. I've dealt with this bullshit far too long in life, I'm familiar with this game. I need time, and that's that for now. She'll be leaving for a few week trip sometime tomorrow, so I get the time that I need after all.

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*SIDEBAR*

She's incredibly religious ... She's not "intimate" with her man. Besides slipping the tongue (And not South), they're barely misplacing the boundaries of the "FriendZone", minus their exclusive label together. It's not 'till the marriage, at least for her. I know her guy wants more in the nearer future, which will bring about pressure and 'bunch of other bullshit. I don't blame him not one bit. A relationship minus sex is a relationship not worth having. 'Ya know, I'm pro-sex, especially when it's about the love. A 2 Carat Diamond Ring equaling making love to your woman doesn't fly for me...

...Oh The Road to Hell, paved with such great intentions. Too bad Hallmark doesn't carry any "Hey Asshole ... Best wishes!" cards...

...Disaster.

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Alrighty ... Hopefully, she'll do a 'lotta thinking too and reflect a bit. However (Anything after "But" is shit), I doubt that. "Love" has got her batting for The Blindside in the grand scheme. The Classification of Neglect is "The Mistaken Identity", and I know all the rules, all the everything. Until stuff begins to spoil in her whatever you call it, I'm the sideline bitch who promotes emotional sluttiness for her given I'll get her to talk at all about anything!

I'm aggravated. Frustrated. Upset. Whatever. I truly hope everything works out for her ... Does that imply I'll get cut 'outta her "Picture Perfect" life? Who knows. However, I'm crystal with what I should anticipate here. I understand everything and all the possible outcomes.

Along the road, something's bound for an accident. Few pieces start going M.I.A, a few other(s) fall out, it's bullshit we're experienced with. 'Nadda new there ... And who's the first phone call she'll make? Halsey! The last question left is, will I answer? How much longer can I stand alone here, on "The One-Way" before I U-Turn that shit? Fleet the motherfucker. Fleet!

The synopsis? Simple, Small-Townies. Regardless a relationship that's all roses and sunshine, DON'T forget about those relentlessly there through anything and everything that's happened. The close friends. Continue to have those few relationships bloom and evolve with the world, converse and laugh as normal ... And no, not about the relationship all of the time. Please! Don't be "that" friend, that's not cute. Ugh, everyone runnin from your ass, hiring the local hitman. That's what's up. This bitch annoying!

Balance your relationships! Take a class, whatever, I'm only sayin'. Painful! Consider yourself powerless ... Succumb and get a nametag, do the 12-Steps for disillusioned and needy, dance a jig. There are heart(s) all on the line there. Admit the problems! Stuff could easily, emphasis on easily, spoil for the relationship. It's like Milk, 'wanna drink chunks? No. Leonardo DiCaprio and the heavyset chick ... Glorious - Triumphant? Sure! Hangin' on a wooden door, dying of hypothermia. Are you understanding? Lawd! I can't.

Don't forget friends ... And DON'T be "that" friend. Calling all Snipers! Seriously 'cause if and when the Milk curdles, there's a great chance they'll be long gone. Watch for the expiration dates. And after everything, could you truly blame 'em for dropping out?

"The Milk Carton."

I couldn't help but wonder ... Precisely how many remarkable women are men shipping into the FriendZone? Could right now be the opportune time to begin instituting rent increase and start notarizing those eviction notices? Reevaluate a gal friends' position within your life? Maybe, "The One" is the gal you never visioned in the Pretty Woman's gorgeous Red Dress. Never appeared thought worthy 'cause it's not conventional.

Recently, non-recently, but all experiences from within my life have lead me to wonder, are our Soulmates a resident of the FriendZone? Girlfriends, all simply enter and leave, hence the plural. But these few girls, those with a different label I'm now attempting to differentiate the uniqueness from Girlfriend, "Best Friend(s)" are there forever. And, maybe a man needs a bit longer than forever to illogically and logically realize these girls embody the relationship we perpetually creep about yearning for, but can't find. They've given desperately needed support for all our bad breakups and relationships, and have lent a hand in bad situations at home. We've shared all those chuckles, experiences and joy we wish a Non-FriendZoned gal would be worthy of. Our Best Gal Friends make us happier than any Girlfriend, yet we don't put two and two together. Answers, those that we're desperate for, lie right before our eyes ... It's emotional blindness.

We can't think any higher of the girls we've named our Best Friend(s). We're on the never-ending hunt for "The One" to complete us, yearning for the one day it would all be done. But maybe those failed relationships and horrifying dates are all telltale signs we're on the wrong track. And it's never too late to turn around, then seeing "The One" right before your eyes, there's the gal that we were contemplating filing a "Missing Persons" for. A 'lotta men don't consider the friend conundrum 'cause we're raised to believe it breaches an unwritten contract. It's seemingly odd. Unconventional. But, if a man can crack the friend factor, and finds a loophole, who knows of the reward(s). Would require balls ... But these are our lives! Take the wheel, fellas.

Friendships are relationships. Couldn't we tweak the characteristics and fastforward through the bullshit? I can honestly say that my Best Friends, who're dominantly women, have made me happier than any Girlfriend that I've had. And happiness is vital for a relationship, any relationship. So, maybe "The One" has been there from day one. There for a bad movie, egg whites at your diner, while you fixate on all your shipwrecked relationships, men and women, who didn't make the cut. Maybe that's her, and the scissors are meaningless. The "Forbidden Territory" advocates risk, but while you're receiving all the benefits of a great relationship, begin putting the glasses on ... Maybe, of all of the maybe's, it's time for the sex.

Shit...

"Just Say Yes."

Could one truly know when something is right? How would one truly know such a thing? Are there signs? Firecrackers? Would one being comfortable prove that there aren't any firecrackers in the relationship? Would hesitation prove something isn't right there or you're simply not prepared? Oh, the questions. For the trials of love, how would one truly know that it's right?

I couldn't help but wonder ... Maybe, there aren't any right answers, right times or right women. Maybe you should simply listen to what your heart is telling you. Yes ... Just say yes.

Delaney, for instance. Times could not get any worse for our personal lives, and we had begun searching for those right times within our relationship, in attempts to perfect something. Everything, in our lives, was terribly uncontrollable. I guess a sense of control flickered within us while contending with our relationship together. But those adventures of "control" had disbenefited us, as I felt more powerless while stuff began to shift, and in a bad way with the distance seemingly irreconcilable.

Was there a possible way where stuff could've ended differently? Yes, I'm convinced. Is timing everything? If Delaney & I hadn't partnered up then, and had waited for a more encouraging opportunity later on, could there and would there have been a major difference? We would have attained the time to dedicate ourselves to what had drawn us apart in our lives. And, we'd have been more experienced ... Stronger. Prepared for a commitment which craved equal attention, desperately needed it to survive.

The "woes" still continue for her and myself. I have faced, she has faced, draining uphill battles since splitting. Heavy realizations are the normality, I have them every day. Here's a tip to take, from our relationship : You shouldn't enter deep waters when you are currently a shallow swimmer. Even if you're completely willing to chance it, come up for air and talk shit out. The relationship will drown otherwise. Maybe, Delaney & I were both terribly possessive of particular feelings and that simply couldn't work. We were chained to anchors. Being doomed was our destiny 'cause of that. When you love a gal, find the key to unshackle yourself and your feelings too. Allow small space to feel what you're feeling, and to think about everything, open up but a smidgen. Simply follow, and listen to your heart ... 'Cause it brings you home, always.

"The Big Journey."

There are a lot of men of a particular age, who are charming and single, searching for a particular thing. That particular thing doesn't necessarily involve a particular ring. We've switched the black books for black suits, and replaced the Mustang with a pricey Rolex, but 'cause of particular evidence, I couldn't help but wonder ... Are we the new bachelors?

"I Can't Find The Time To Tell You."

Are the words you feel a foggy mist surrounding you everywhere you go in life? Simply put, you can't find the time to tell somebody how you truly feel? You're either tangled in work among other stuff, or the plain fear of those possible outcomes of feelings intimidate you? Tomorrow, next week and next month, are all of the time mechanisms we use to avoid our feelings, and avoid total disappointment or rejection. Although men try, are we trying hard enough?

You could write a novel of feelings with 1,000 pages but you can't utter a word to this gal within 1,000 ages. Once a man reaches a particular age and a particular number of relationships which had not worked out, "Baby, I can't find the time to tell you..." simply doesn't cut it anymore. There's a deadline on communicating, it's the unspoken Rule of Love. There are times where something, a promotion, an untapped relationship slips away out of your grasp before you had grabbed a hold and explored all the possibilities and opportunities. It, like a boat released from the shackles of an anchor, has set sail without you.

When all these things occur, a guy has to ask, "Did I try hard enough?" ... After heavy realizations, "No" may be the answer. There'll be a guilt period, and you might hate yourself for a while, for not grabbing a hold of the opportunity of a successful relationship and true love. And you'll ask, "Was that conflicting time lot living or procrastinating?" The Verdict : Avoid the total disaster and FIND the time. Whatever it means to you, a guy must let go of the Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda, buckle up and keep going; Trust me, I know.