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“You are one funny dude.” - S. Milton, some guy I know
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I did it. Despite the advice of a trusted movie friend, I watched the musical, Across The Universe. This was a leap for me, you see, because other than Grease,…
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Hackwriters.com published another of my stories, a creative non-fiction piece based on a true story. You may go HERE to read it. ...
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In days long gone, the dinner table served as a gathering place for families. It was the social gathering site where the day was recounted over a hot cooked meal,…
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I pulled up to Becky's place in my Mustang and lightly tapped the horn, as she'd asked me to do. I waited. And waited. The house wasn't in the best…
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People can be divied into two types and it seems as if most women belong to that one group I don't. You know what I'm talking about, I'm talking about…
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It's here, it's finally here! I never thought it would come but now it has. Dove Season officially opened in North Carolina on Labor Day!!
Yep, you heard me. …
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I don't care what anyone says or how many people give me wedgies for this but I think Martha Stewart is hot. Before the email barage begins, have you seen…
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It was the summer of '91 and the first time in my life since I'd began dating that I found myself alone. I just came off an engagement break-up and…
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The Original Rudolph BookletThe song of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer dates from 1939, when the Chicago-based Montgomery Ward company asked one of their copywriters to come up with a Christmas…
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It's the beginning of September and I have already seen three Halloween stores open on the route I take to work. Three stores that sell nothing but Halloween costumes and…
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Written by Ross Cavins
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Monday, 11 February 2008 03:16 |
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There's a lot I miss about being married or in a serious relationship. Cuddling on the couch when we'd watch TV, cooking a grandiose meal for two, taking naughty showers together. And even providing bed security.
Women know what I'm referring to, it's something that's innate in their genetic coding. I never knew I was providing the service for the girlfriends and wives in my life until one slipped up and let me in on the secret.
Men think we control our relationships, think we have the last say in everything we do, think we notice every little thing that goes on around us (made that last one up). I thought so, too (not really). When quizzed, I could name favorite songs, favorite restaurants, favorite movies. I could recall her eye color, her ring size, her enemy's name at work. But one thing I never knew about was that I provided bed security.
Men who don't know this concept are about to be enlightened, one of women's greatest secrets will soon be revealed. Besides that whole roommates-syncing-menstrual-cycles thing, I believe bed security to be the most closely-guarded female secret in the entire world.
Men, I want you to think about every girlfriend, fiancée and wife you've ever had. Now think about every place you've lived, and think about each of those bedrooms. Answer me truthfully ... which side of the bed was yours?
Before you say "the left" or "the right," let me first tell you that I know the answer. For everyone. Wife number two revealed it to me when I incorrectly chose after we moved into our house. My side of the bed, of which I had no say in the decision, was the side nearest the door.
Not the left, nor the right, but whichever side was between her and the threat of impending doom. The side that allowed me to protect her from any hostile assailant entering our bedroom. Yes, apparently and unbeknownst to me, my side of the bed was chosen when my Y chromosome developed a penis.
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