1. Sunday, August 21, 2011

    Dear Tony, Q how come girls be so crazy? 

    Dear Tony,  Congratulations on your 10th with the bblog. West Texas here asking, how do you do it?

    You’ve been online for 10 years in a very public way. But I never read any of your ex’s write trash about you.

    And I can’t recall you writing any trash bout any of them.

    Am I the only one with the crazy women? 

    – Hook em Horns

    Hola Tex

    Yes you’re the only one. :)

    Here’s how I approach it. We’re the crazy ones. We really expect these beautiful, intelligent, creative, powerful ladies

    to not only want to show us their hearts and share their adventures, but actually get turned on when we say and do what we say and do?

    We don’t cook, we don’t clean, we don’t look good in a skirt, we don’t read, we don’t dance.

    And most of the time we pretend we don’t know what they want, but we do. And we don’t give that to them.

    And then we call them crazy for not loving us?

    So here’s how I look at it. God doesn’t want us running around with no love in our lives so he parachutes down an angel once in a while.

    For some reason when they see our dull dough their hearts don’t sour. Suddenly our jokes are funny. Suddenly our touch isnt repulsive.

    As long as you keep in mind that has nothing to do with you, you’re gold.

    Like when you play the slot machines, you win when you realize you have zero control over  what appears on that screen.

    Just keep drinkin and tippin and enjoy the music.

    Step two. Trust that if it aint working out with a woman, its really just a signal that its time to move on.

    When your pastrami turns, you don’t still make a sandwich with it. And you sure as hell dont pine away about the first day you saw it.

    Aisle 7 ahhhhhh, across from the beer…

    No you say guess I shoulda enjoyed more of it when I could of.

    In truth my friend there are beautiful spirits everywhere whose hearts have miraculously not yet hardened to us.

    I know it’s difficult to admit when things are over.

    But every single book ends.

    That’s what I’ve learned from reading.