Pathetic Tactics of a College Guy

Men are adults who sometimes act like dogs, young men are dogs, and boys are puppies.

The guys you’re meeting in college fall under the category of young men: dogs. This is not to disrespect or denounce men, young men either, but I’m here. I see it. And by George I’m blogging about it.

Pathetic Tactics of a College Guy:

1.      Roll up to the scene with his ceiling meaning, i.e.: attempting to woo you with his lack of charm and severely acne covered face. He calls you “beautiful,” says all the right things…to you and YOUR friends because getting in good with the females you surround yourself with only makes for better standings when all the girls gossip about him later. 
2.    Meet the boys. Now it’s time for you to meet his crew, so now they too can gossip but now about you and pretty much let him know whether or not you’re worthy his time, and anatomy. Usually done in a causal setting like a party, perhaps a late night dinner, or an evening of smoking/drinking. Whatever your vice or scene he wants his boys okay…unless you’re going to be the fuck buddy he hits and then forces to leave at 3am before sunrise.
3. Sleepover PG-13 addition. You've moved up to a sleepover; but usually you don’t come over under the premise of a sleepover but this night, suddenly he wants deep conversation…intellectual or otherwise. He wants to “know” the girl he’s been fawning after (LOL) who you are, your moral code, which usually will be a good indicator of how far you’re willing to go sexually too. You hang with the guys again, as they get a better view of you in a better lit room, perhaps you even bring over some girlfriends to even out the playing field and offer some comfort so you’re not totally this new guy. And after all this conversation, and possibly food if he has some, I mean damn at least some water, it has suddenly become too late for you to go home and he’s simply too god awful tired to walk you home [insert body in bed]. “You can sleep here tonight.” The fatal words that solidify your location for the next several hours. He’ll be sweet and nice, and offer you half his bed, a shirt to sleep in, and a toilet to piss in. After all it’s just two friends sleeping in a bed together…
4. The OFFICIAL sleepover. Now he has officially invited you to his place of residence, otherwise known as a 12’x12’ dorm room. Odds are he’s gotten too ballsy to even pick you up from your dormitory hall and you make the trek alone. You get there and he seems more douchbaggier than
   
   ever, he’s under the impression he’s going to get some tonight, and in some cases he will. He’ll attempt to entertain you with some mindless, mundane activity, like tv before taking it to the bedroom. Some more mindless gibberish will come out his loose lips and before you know it he’s putting on the moves fast and furiously. Kissing, making out, he’ll probably want to be orally copulated, which probably won’t be given in return, and I mean if he can get a home run he’ll try it too! But odds are the buck will stop at his own satisfaction and he’ll proceed to pass out after his physical expression of pleasure. 
5. The OFFICIAL sleepover: R rated addition. Now this is the           second option within the OFFICIAL  sleepover. After oral is received by the male participant, he might be ready for the main course.  (Oral was just an appetizer, the Hors d’oeuvre if you will) Anyways he goes in for the catch and hopefully has some form of protection, some guys are less inclined to wear any, and other guys actually realize their in college to get a degree not bring home a bouncing bundle of unwarranted and undesired bliss. But let the in flagrante delicto ensue, and after the humping, groaning, and moaning, it’s over, and he’ll  proceed to pass out after his physical expression of pleasure. Depending on how good it was, this  action might happen a few more times on different occasions before he deems you boring and the process will start all over again with another unknowing participant. Although some females know exactly what their getting into others, usually freshman claim they have an understanding of the situation but being in a dark room within such tight proximity and hard objects around soon realize they had a very distorted understanding of the situation they had dug themselves into.

And that in a nut shell is the tactics young men will use in an attempt to increase their “body” count
Again this is an opinion of my own, based off experiences I've observed and witnessed, so don’t hate me!

The Power of Pussy

This blog was born out of, believe it or not a lyric from a rap song.

Drake's latest album, Nothing Was the Same has been an enjoyable listen for myself, and his lyrical content has been more truthful, honest, and blunt then ever before. Finally coming into his own as a seasoned rapper, I think he's come to realize he can drop relevant, truthful lines because he's got it like that now. The fans, the fame, the money. Fresh out the gate, most artists don't want to step on toes, or make their presence known at the expense of other artists, but after a point of continued success you now have that right in a sense to come out of your shell, drop the shit that you've always wanted too, and not be phased by the backlash, because you're at that level, because you've attained everything you were trying too which was the fans, the fame, and the money.

Anyways this blog isn't dedicated to Drake, although I'm thinking about it know that I've started writing about him a bit lol, but the lyric came from the song, Connect, a slow tempo discussion of a toxic relationship with a female he simply can't move himself to leave, with the repetitive use of the word swangin discussing his movement back and forth to this female's place of habitation. (The word swangin has a few other meanings within the song as well) Moving on, the one line that would continuously stick out each time I would listen to this song was:

"She just wanna run around the city and make memories
That she can barely remember
And I'd allow her, talk about pussy power
She just wanna run over my feelings
Like she drinking and driving in an 18 wheeler
And I'd allow her, talk about pussy power"

As I continued to listen to the song, rehearing the lyrics time and time again, the words were further ingrained in my brain. ...talk about pussy power 

Pussy has power.

I know that, but it wasn't anything I'd ever taken the time to truly decipher. No doubt women had control over men, and in certain cases women due to their anatomy, and pussy power has been a career for women since the beginning of time.(There were prostitutes in Ancient Greece, believe it or not, it was a prominent and lucrative business since then.)

Pussy has power, and I think this blog will be a nice avenue to discussion,story tell, and above all else respect and praise the power of pussy.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=bqg_ceFM30I

I figured this would be a nice place to start, aha.