Good morning, happy Monday!

Life’s not bad… today is a beautiful day, yes 40 is still cold, but it is sunny and for some reason I feel good.

Here’s a poem that I just love:

Tactic and Strategy

My tactic is
to look at you
to learn how you are
to love you as you are

my tactic is
to talk to you
and to listen to you
to build with words
an indestructible bridge

my tactic is
to remain in your memories
I don't know how
nor with what pretext
but to remain with you

my tactic isto be frank
and to know that you're frank
and not to sell to ourselves
simulations
so that between us
there is no curtain
nor abyss

my strategy is
in contrast deeper and
more simple
my strategy is
that one of these days
I don't know how
nor with what pretext
you finally need me.


Apparently my tactics failed… I know I could keep on pursue them, but I don’t want to/cannot hurt her. As much as it sucks, I will move back to the “friends” line, a line that my head knew that we shouldn’t cross but when we did it just felt right. I had fun, but at the end she could be hurt and I would NEVER do that. She deserves A LOT, and I know that she will get it. Not everyday you find somebody that can make you smile for no reason, or for all reasons.

Oh and this morning I got the greatest email, it seems like I will be able to see The Police after all. It won’t be at the Garden, but still it will be good (I have a feeling that this is a one time only thing, I find it hard to believe that the reunion will last longer than this tour, but I might be wrong). So THANK you SO SO SO much. My favorite Police song? “King of Pain”, kind of the soundtrack of my life, HA!

I don't have much to say, it was a crazy day but it seems like things are getting back to normal, or as normal as they can be. I just had to write about this: At 8am it was 15 degrees, with the wind chill we are talking about -5. Guess what was in the middle of Times Square? A hot tube, and a little set up with beach chairs and palm trees. To complete the picture there were 3 girls in bikinis! Apparently they wanted to promote Florida as a destination for a vacation. Well, they couldn't choose a better day! The streets are a mess, covered with snow that now is either nasty mud or solid ice, the wind is awful and it doesn't seem to get better.

Florida doesn't sound bad at all! however (and this shows how much of a nice guy I am), all I could think was, how much money can they pay to those girls? Is there a price for pneumonia? And as much as I love to admire girls in bikini I was ready to offer them my coat!

Happy valentine’s to all. I personally think is a BS holiday, but what the hell do I know. I think it is ridiculous that tomorrow I will be able to buy flowers at a normal price, chocolates 50% off and be able to find a table in a nice place where I won’t be pushed to leave so they can have another customer.

Enjoy your chocolate, have multi-orgasmic sex and don’t forget that you don’t need a special day to show the people around you that you love them.

And remember that:
There's nothing you can do that can't be done.
Nothing you can sing that can't be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the gameIt's easy.
There's nothing you can make that can't be made.
No one you can save that can't be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be in timeIt's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
Love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love, love.
All you need is love, all you need is love,All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
There's nothing you can know that isn't known.Nothing you can see that isn't shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be.It's easy.
All you need is love, all you need is love,All you need is love, love, love is all you need.
All you need is love (all together now)All you need is love (everybody)All you need is love, love, love is all you need.

Quick updates

I talked to my boss about the other job, apparently there are tons of people running around trying to find a way to keep me here, that feels nice. Of course, people are getting fired left and right as well, so who knows!

I fucking HATE rodents. I know is a totally un-manly thing to say, but I cannot stand mice or rats, and unfortunately we have tons of that here. I don't mind that much when I see the huge rats running around the subway tracks, since they are far down below and unless it is damn super-rat of some type there is no way those things can jump that high (or so I hope). Here’s more info about me, I am so impatient that I like to be the first one to leave the subway so nobody is in front of me going up the stairs (nothing like having to walk behind an old person in the subway!!!). Well one of the disadvantages of leaving the car first and run up the stairs first, is that sometimes a retard rat forgets to hide when it hears the train, so I might be going up when one of these repulsive beasts is running down the steps, yeah, fun! There is just something about them that I cannot stand!


I HATE, HATE ticketmaster. I wanted to see The Police at the Madison Square Garden, I know for a fact that it will be sold out in minutes and that a ticket will go for hundreds and hundreds of dollars. They have this presale going on just for Best Buy rewards customers, of course I’m not one and I cannot sign up for one, now it is too late. There’s another presale for members of “The Police Tour Fan club” (WTF???); guess what, it costs $100 to be a member!!!! So besides the tickets, taxes and the fucking fee for ticketmaster I would also have to pay $100!!!! Sting, I would love to see you, but corporate America is against me!!!!

Peace!

What the hell did I do? A couple of posts ago I was talking about my job and money. I reached a point where I know I deserve more. As cocky as it might sound (and by now you should already know that I have a fucking huge ego) I deserve a better title and/or a better pay. I can live without the title, but the money is something that needs to happen. I haven't been looking for a new job, because of my line of work I have permanent communication with a lot of external companies, so I'm fortunate enough to know a lot of people. Because of the quality of my work I know people respect me as much as to send me job offers.

I honestly don't want to leave. I like it here, I've been with the company for 5 years and overall it is an awesome place to work. I've learn A LOT, I've been lucky enough to meet the best of the best in the WORLD from all aspects of this industry and I made tons of friends. All the stress, long hours and BS are totally worth it. However, I need to make a move to reach what I want. NYC is fucking expensive, it is CRAZY expensive and I'm not living as comfortable as I would like to. For the past 2 years I literally transformed piece by piece the area that I'm managing, and I think it is time for me to be recognized for that. I was searching monster.com or hotjobs.com and I found a company looking for somebody to do exactly what I've been doing. The title is better and I have no idea about the money. I updated my resume in 20 minutes and hit "send".

I didn't think about it until this morning. What if the pay is way more, what if they offer me what I want? I know I'm perfect for that job, I know there is nobody out there that can do it better than me. And as much as I don't want to leave it would be retarded for me to turn it down. Crap!

I'm so drinking tonight! anybody wants to join in?

I'm back!

The last 2 days, especially Monday were the worst ever. It took me 5 years to actually take a sick day. Hopefully I won't feel that bad in another 5 years.

Thanks for the emails and get well wishes. And for the naked pictures, that really made my day (kidding!!!!).

I'm starting to think that I should make this blog prettier, since the writing is so shitty at least it could be something pretty to look at. If people with really amazing designs are thinking of changing them, what are the hopes for something as blah as mine?

I might surprise you with the super cool, new sexy version of the same crappy blog.

I had a very bittersweet weekend. The bad part? I've been sick! I lost my voice, my head was hurting like hell, and now my stomach is joining the fun! (I know, very sexy!). Today is cold as fuck and after throwing up this morning I decided to come to work anyway since I have a couple of meetings. BAD IDEA! I felt a little better after the "return" but while I was in the subway everything came back. Thanks to the freezing cold outside I forgot all about the stomach until I came into my office. Now I'm kind of stuck, because I might as well stay for the meetings, but I can feel that at any minute I might be running down the whole.

While I wasn't particularly excited about the Superbowl, I still wanted to watch it. Well, to cure the headache I took some sinus medicine that knock me down cold, so I missed almost the entire game (I only woke up for the last 4 minutes!).

The sweet part? That might be a secret (no, I didn't get laid) sometimes a special connection can be as nice.

If you excuse me I'll go lay down under my desk for the rest of the day.

The Number

In the past week I've been reading a few blogs about number of partners. I think everybody agrees that this can be a very sensitive subject to bring up with your partner. Here's my little story. The SO was very, VERY inexperienced when I met her. She only dated a couple of guys in high school and she never did anything sexual with them. In fact, she was a virgin until well pass her 25th birthday. The way she lost it? she met a guy on the Internet, after holding on to her virginity for so long waiting to get married, she decided to just have the experience. She met the guy and did it twice, and that was it.

Years later I showed up and well, I had her in bed on the second date. I might be a lot of things (including not been the most best looking guy), but I know how to treat a woman. I took her on the nicest date of her life so the sex part was a given. I have to say that it wasn't the best, but there was potential there. The second or third time we had sex, she said that she loved me, yeah that kind of freaked me out. Apparently she never had an orgasm before, so I show her the good way!

Obviously I show her positions, techniques, toys, a whole world that was completely new to her. A lot of times she asked how did I knew all that, and of course we reached the "how many women have you slept with?" conversation. I knew that was trouble. I never answered that, even after she told me everything about her. I knew it was going to hurt her, I knew she didn't really wanted to know.

One day, while we were visiting my family we were drinking (yup we do that a lot back home) and she keep on asking and asking. She was also drinking (she is a light drinker), so i left my guard down and gave her a number. So here's the deal, I don't think there's a right or a wrong number as long as the sex you had made you happy and it was what you were looking for. If you only had one sex partner and that was enough for you, good for you! If you had 70 partners and you enjoyed all or at least most of them, enjoy it! I had sex with almost 30 women in my life. And proudly I can say that I could call all of them today and have a decent conversation. Yes, there were some one night stands, some fuck buddies and a lot of failed relationships. There were younger women and older women (18 years was the biggest difference). I'm sure this is a very low number for some people, and very high for others... well, I couldn't care less, I didn't had sex with these women to tell anybody or to make me feel more of a man (I have to agree when people talk about the bloggers that clearly lie about their sexual experience, but hey whatever makes you happy!).

I didn't tell the SO, the real number, I told her half of the real number. In a matter of seconds tears started to come down her face. The mix of the new information with the alcohol didn't help, so the tears didn't stop and my family was really worried about her. My sister got pissed at me and asked me what did I do to her... yeah, that is something you want to explain to your younger sister!

Why did she wanted to know? what was the point? I only had unprotected sex with the ex, and that was after getting tested together, any other time I always used protection, even when I was totally wasted. I want to keep on having sex for a long time, and the last thing I want is to get sick. I lost my virginity when I was almost 15, that gives me an average of almost 2 women per year of sexual activity. Of those 15 years, I was with the ex for 4 and with the SO for 5, so the large number of encounters happened between those 2 relationships. For what I've heard I'm not that close to be a man whore, but I might be wrong.

The number for me, means nothing! So feel free to share your number! (hey I can be curious!)

PS... can somebody send me some Nyquil? I've been drinking that every night and I don't feel any better! but I can sleep like a baby!