<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:16:34.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of ddocta</title><subtitle type='html'>I don't know why, but I seemed to be obsessed wit talkin bout relationships, especially among black people.  So I dedicate my blog to this.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-114231028730980122</id><published>2006-03-13T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:24:47.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Things First</title><content type='html'>I need a new name.  The one up there is WEAK!  I couldn't think of anything else and I really have a rack of work to be doin right now so it'll be put on pause.  If anyone thinks of somethin ... please don't hesitate to let me kno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-114231028730980122?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/114231028730980122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/114231028730980122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114231028730980122' title='First Things First'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-114230991051634419</id><published>2006-03-13T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T23:23:29.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Direction</title><content type='html'>Well it sure has been a long time.  And I mean a long time.  Essentially, I started to run out of material.  I think I did pretty good considering I was going for about a year or focusing on realtionships and exploring my theories, delighting with stories of grimey friends, and trying to take an apathetic look at relationships.  But, I find myself not driven about the topic as much as I used to be.  The bitterness is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I liked blogging, so I will keep it up.  Expect general posts from now on, with a heavy emphasis on proving people wrong and relationships (gotta stay tru to the roots).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, a new look when I get sometime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I haven't lost all my readers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-114230991051634419?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/114230991051634419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/114230991051634419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114230991051634419' title='A New Direction'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-113321316565232350</id><published>2005-11-28T16:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T16:32:14.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haughty Intellectual</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haughty Intellectual&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    You are 85% Rational, 0% Extroverted, 42% Brutal, and 57% Arrogant.&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the Haughty Intellectual. You are a very rational person,&lt;br /&gt;emphasizing logic over emotion, and you are also rather arrogant and&lt;br /&gt;self-aggrandizing. You probably think of yourself as an intellectual,&lt;br /&gt;and you would like everyone to know it. Not only that, but you also&lt;br /&gt;tend to look down on others, thinking yourself better than them. You&lt;br /&gt;could possibly have an unhealthy obsession with yourself as well, thus&lt;br /&gt;causing everyone to hate you for being such an elitist twat. On top of&lt;br /&gt;all that, you are also introverted and gentle. This means that you are&lt;br /&gt;just a quiet thinker who wants fame and recognition, in all likelihood.&lt;br /&gt;Rather lacking in emotion, introspective, gentle, and arrogant, you are&lt;br /&gt;most certainly a Haughty Intellectual! And, most likely, you will never&lt;br /&gt;achieve the recognition or fame you so desire! Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To put it less negatively:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;1.  You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;2.  You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;3.  You are more GENTLE than brutal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;4.  You are more ARROGANT than humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;Compatibility:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your exact opposite is the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Schoolyard Bully&lt;/a&gt;.  (Bullies like to beat up nerds, after all.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other personalities you would probably get along with are the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;Braggart&lt;/a&gt;, the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;, and the &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;Robot&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;The other personality types:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Emo Kid&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Starving Artist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Bitch-Slap&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Brute&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hippie&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Televangelist&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Schoolyard Bully&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=0&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Class Clown&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Robot&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Haughty Intellectual&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Spiteful Loner&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=0&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Sociopath&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Hand-Raiser&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=0&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Braggart&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=0"&gt;The Capitalist Pig&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/describescore?testid=4741219933576750506&amp;score0=100&amp;amp;score1=100&amp;score2=100&amp;amp;score3=100"&gt;The Smartass&lt;/a&gt;:  &lt;i&gt;Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 4 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="113"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="37"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;75%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Rationality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="149"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;0%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Extroversion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="74"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="76"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;49%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Brutality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="96"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="54"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;64%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;Arrogance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=" 4741219933576750506=""&gt;The Personality Defect Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=" 1566642811609810544=""&gt;saint_gasoline&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com%27"&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/a&gt;, home of the &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3%27"&gt;32-Type Dating Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-113321316565232350?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/113321316565232350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/113321316565232350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113321316565232350' title='Haughty Intellectual'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-113211623125602990</id><published>2005-11-15T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T23:43:51.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of a topic</title><content type='html'>Its funny because one of the main reasons I haven't posted is because I have too many topics to write about. Its like there is so much goin on, its hard to stay focus. So I figure I'd start off with a couple of things and use this post as a guide for future posts. Lemme kno what u think about the topics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Faking: We (Men) do it too&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;A look at the Male version of faking. I always talk about this symmetry between men and women with sex being similar to emotions. So, this topic is about the fact that some guys do fake emotionally, just as many girls fake sexually. But ... I still think women are worst at it!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Oh ... he's just my friend: Ignorance of the obvious&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;I know I have talked about this before but it keeps coming up. Guys give obvious signs to their general intentions. I mean ... if a guy approaches you and asks for your number ... HE IS NOT LOOKING FOR A FRIEND!&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Simp or a Good Man&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;At what point should you take your friend to the side and let his ass know he is simping it up. Are you just hating because he is in love and a good boyfriend, or is he becoming an honest embarrassment to all us Males.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Hiding Your Girl&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;It it OK?  What does it mean?  Or maybe she just has that personality that is meant to be hid.&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;BlockHeads&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;ul&gt;     &lt;li&gt;"I got this chick named BlockHead. She gotta Block Head. After every block party she give the whole Block Head". I just thought the song was hilarious. Heard the joint when I went to the ATL.&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soundclick.com/bands/songInfo.cfm?bandID=154954&amp;amp;songID=2688313"&gt;Listen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; So that is a tentative list of topics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-113211623125602990?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/113211623125602990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/113211623125602990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113211623125602990' title='Thinking of a topic'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-112759830952482820</id><published>2005-09-24T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T16:45:09.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I'm back after my like 4 month hiatus.  Basically could never come up with good stuff, or lack of time, etc.  Also, I am a member of Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Incorporated, and it takes time to do the work of Alpha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More importantly, expect more posts from me and the usual knowledge that your used to me dropping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-112759830952482820?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/112759830952482820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/112759830952482820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112759830952482820' title='I&apos;m back'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-111647168091201071</id><published>2005-05-18T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T22:01:20.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I haven't posted in a long long time.  Well a lot has been going on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, I am now a member of the Illustrous Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity Incorporated.  This definitely took a lot of time and is one of the reasons I have not been posting often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was school.  Its hard, its a lot of time, and I am trying to do good in it.  Expect more from me as time opens up.  I will be doing an internship this summer so expect posts while I sit at my desk.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-111647168091201071?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/111647168091201071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/111647168091201071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111647168091201071' title=''/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-111623506873149343</id><published>2005-05-16T04:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T01:39:26.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Jones - Scandalous Hoes</title><content type='html'>Artist: Mike Jones f/ Lil' Bran&lt;br /&gt;Album:  Who is Mike Jones?&lt;br /&gt;Song:   Scandalous Hoes&lt;br /&gt;Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Jones]&lt;br /&gt;Hoes these days mayne, I'm tellin y'all&lt;br /&gt;They scandalous baby, scandalous baby&lt;br /&gt;That's why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil' Bran]&lt;br /&gt;I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Mike Jones] + (Lil' Bran)&lt;br /&gt;Females I don't trust 'em, Lord knows I don't love 'em&lt;br /&gt;I fuck 'em, I don't cuff 'em, I swear they nothin but trouble&lt;br /&gt;And for that reason there, I keep my shit in my pants&lt;br /&gt;Because (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Jones]&lt;br /&gt;Geah!  I watch my back when I'm walkin, I watch my mouth when I'm talkin&lt;br /&gt;My glock cocked when I'm crawlin cause you never know&lt;br /&gt;Who hate the fact you got plenty of paper stacked so they envy&lt;br /&gt;the way you move in that Bentley now you got more than one enemy&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to take you out nope, that's why you ride wit'cha scope&lt;br /&gt;Or aim the infrared beamer straight to they throat&lt;br /&gt;So if you ever in fear of your life, you put steel HERE in they life&lt;br /&gt;Cause you ain't goin down, especially not tonight&lt;br /&gt;I never ever trusted hoes because they got a plan&lt;br /&gt;They don't want me for me they want me because I got some Grants&lt;br /&gt;It's sad when you down nobody lends a helpin hand&lt;br /&gt;But when you blow up and don't help them you {?} man&lt;br /&gt;My grandma told me watch these hoes because they got a plan&lt;br /&gt;to get your paper that's why I keep my shit in my pants&lt;br /&gt;You're on your own 'til your gone that's what I was told&lt;br /&gt;So I'ma help who helped me 'til my casket closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SYEAH!  Mike Jones, WHO?!  Mike Jones&lt;br /&gt;That's why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil' Bran]&lt;br /&gt;I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Jones]&lt;br /&gt;What's my business is my business, don't worry 'bout how I'm livin&lt;br /&gt;I'm gettin it how I'm gettin it, you should do the same&lt;br /&gt;These haters hate, they mad cause I'm gettin cake&lt;br /&gt;That's why (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil' Bran]&lt;br /&gt;Stand you scandalous hoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Jones]&lt;br /&gt;I cain't stand 'em mayne&lt;br /&gt;We fin' to do a little bit different right here&lt;br /&gt;Check it out - SYEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mike Jones]&lt;br /&gt;Now that you stackin up dollars, these hoes now wanna holla&lt;br /&gt;They wanna be on your team, they wanna know all about'cha&lt;br /&gt;They wanna ride on your ride, they wanna be by your side&lt;br /&gt;until the day that you die, that's what they tellin you right?&lt;br /&gt;They sayin they wanna commit, because your paper legit&lt;br /&gt;The minute you go bankrupt the second they gon' split&lt;br /&gt;Now yo' ass ain't got shit&lt;br /&gt;Listenin to that bitch got you flat broke quick&lt;br /&gt;If you was straight from the streets you'll know that that bitch&lt;br /&gt;was from the jump a hoe, playin you for your dough&lt;br /&gt;But I guess you thought I was hatin when I was keepin it real&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet you gon' listen now cause she got you for your scrill&lt;br /&gt;So let this lesson be told to those who got caught&lt;br /&gt;You tried to pay for some pussy that already been bought&lt;br /&gt;You told the hoe where you lived, cause you thought that the bitch was real&lt;br /&gt;Same time she was one of them niggaz inside your crib&lt;br /&gt;I cain't let it happen to me, so I watch 'em from 50 feet&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have money comin than be with these scandalous freaks&lt;br /&gt;I cain't let it happen to me, so I watch 'em from 50 feet&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have money comin than be with these scandalous freaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro: Mike Jones] + (Lil' Bran)&lt;br /&gt;SYEAH!  Mike Jones&lt;br /&gt;Females I don't trust 'em&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows I don't love 'em&lt;br /&gt;That's why (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)&lt;br /&gt;The same ones that'll suck you up, 'll fuck you up I swear&lt;br /&gt;Y'all beter get y'all game on mayne&lt;br /&gt;Hoes are scandalous mayne (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)&lt;br /&gt;SYEAH!  Mike Jones (scandalous hoes)&lt;br /&gt;(These scandalous hoes, these scandalous hoes)&lt;br /&gt;That's why (I, cain't, stand you scandalous hoes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-111623506873149343?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/111623506873149343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/111623506873149343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111623506873149343' title='Mike Jones - Scandalous Hoes'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-111001765915488075</id><published>2005-03-05T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T05:14:19.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faking = Big Problem</title><content type='html'>Faking has been a well recognized problem at my school, The University of Maryland. Since I have been here, girls have faked, faked hard, and faked harder. While I am sure guys have faked too, it hasn't concerned me, so I am not really gonna talk about it this time. But if someone wants to enlighten me, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess first I should define faking. Basically it is when a girl leads a guy to think one thing, but when it comes down to it, they were really never thinking that. A common example is when a guy thinks a girl if feeling him and ready to be "intimate". Then at the last minute, the truth is known, the girl is shocked or just doesn't care, and anger ensues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this doesn't sound bad to many people, and I not advocating girls should sleep with whoever or should not be able to say no. The problem is too many yeses, and then a no. Panties should not be off, or bras unhooked before the no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has not been a big problem for me, but many people I know have been affected by it. Often I see people led on, told that the person really likes them and are gonna do "things" to them, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; ... it never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a problem because of the confusion. No one likes to be lead on. This confusion is never needed or welcomed. I have no problem with a girl saying no, she has every right too. It just should not be said at 3am in somebody's bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chris Rock said a girl knows within 10 minutes of meeting you if she will sleep with you. I agree, and she needs to let someone else know that too. I feel like I am almost rambling at this time, but it really comes up a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be consistent and be repetitive. Don't lock yourself in a room and grind on someone while making out and then be surprised because he had "expectations". Another hint, guys don't like to "just cuddle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum everything up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YES, YES, YES, NO = Very Bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO, NO, NO, HELL NO = Good (not really good, but understandable)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna need people to stop faking about their feelings and be real! (I guess that last line does apply to guys too)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-111001765915488075?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/111001765915488075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/111001765915488075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111001765915488075' title='Faking = Big Problem'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-110679756303897333</id><published>2005-01-27T01:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T22:46:03.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writer's Block</title><content type='html'>Just like someone mentioned on the Chatterbox (The box to your right that you can leave messages on), I think I have hit a writer's block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not that I haven't had any new theories, or that new things haven't been bothering me, its just that I feel there is nothing I am trying to share right now.  Its a shame, but I think I am starting to care what people think bout the stuff I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the good days when I started (I forgot to mention I hit my first year anniversary a few weeks ago!) this blog.  I would say anything and really was trying to put a lot of things out there.  I had theories that I had been perfecting for years, and I really didn't care how anyone felt bout it.  If I was mad, I let it known.  If I was a feeling a certain way, I wrote bout it.  Now ... I got nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know what to put.  The few topics I could talk about feel like I shouldn't be speaking on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I know who to blame for all this, DASB.  Basically, she told me I was sounding really angry.  I read my old posts, and dammit if she wasn't right.  Somethin had me angry and I was sayin some crucially mean things.  Now that I have resolved to be not be mad and respect women like I used to, I have less to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry though, its temporary.  While I aint never going back to my angry self, I will figure out some good topics.  Also, feel free to leave a comment or something suggesting something.  Always tryin to here from people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-110679756303897333?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110679756303897333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110679756303897333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110679756303897333' title='Writer&apos;s Block'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-110550614852426340</id><published>2005-01-12T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:02:28.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resolution</title><content type='html'>Since it is that time of year, guess I need to resolve to do some things for the new year.  I have decided to make this a joyous occasion and I feel my new resolution will also benefit those that know me.  Its a two step process, but will leave me a better man in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 1: Remove The Anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I have definitely had my moments, recently I really have not been too angry.  This one is simple, just tryin to remove any widespread anger that I got towards females.  Any anger is there because of stories of trifling girls, but can't let em get to me anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Step 2: Restore "Old Damien"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in High School, and for most of my college career, I had lofty goals of just bein real nice and being a hopeless romantic.  I feel like some of this youthful luster has been beaten out of me, so its time to work on that again.  Nothing overly bad has happened to me relationship wise, so there is no reason to abandon the dream yet.  While I never disrespect girls, I don't put em on the pedestal anymore.  Time to change that this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are these goals out of reach, doubt it.  I'll let any setback known.  I will admit, that damn Destiny's Child song be making it hard to put women on the pedestal when some of em looking for the soldier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-110550614852426340?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110550614852426340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110550614852426340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110550614852426340' title='Resolution'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-110420732347576641</id><published>2004-12-27T14:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:15:23.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Mad</title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why is that damn Destiny's Child song still on the radio!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why it seems like there are plenty of people who understand that there is something seriously wrong with the song "Soldier", but it remains high on the charts.  Damn their fine asses and the good beat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually haven't really listened to the song for about 3 or 4 weeks in protest, but it played on the radio today and I actually listened.  The song is worst then I remembered.  I was hoping I had over-reacted and the song really wasn't that bad, but I was wrong.  It was worst than I remembered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate that this song is so damn popular.  I don't even got much to say except that I am so mad!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-110420732347576641?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110420732347576641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110420732347576641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110420732347576641' title='Still Mad'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-110369749260122503</id><published>2004-12-22T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T01:38:12.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A guy with a degree can scrap (fight)</title><content type='html'>Expanding on a comment left by someone on my post about the song Soldier (*cough* Cheez *cough*), I am hear to say, and let it be known that guys with degrees can, and often will, fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically my friend commented that the Soldier song may just be Destiny's Child expressing their desire for a man who can take care of them and protect them.  You know, a guy who can fight when needed, who is not going to let anyone disrespect their women, etc.  For some reason, having a good job, or a degree means you can't do any of these things to many girls ...... hmmmm, that seems unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Firstly, why is it girls feel like educated guys simply won't fight or can't fight.  Being someone in college who knows plenty of other college guys, I will say that many guys in college can fight, and have misdemeanors to prove it.  The amount of fights breaking out at parties alone shows this.  Don't know what more I can say about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, and most importantly, why does this seem to be a major requirement?  I have almost never heard of a girl being so grateful that her boyfriend beat somebody in a club.  It just doesn't seem to happen.  Also, you would think being able to hold a job would protect a girl more, but maybe I am wrong.  Maybe someone who will actually take care of their girl and do things, like stay around when the kid is born, is just not that important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in the end all I gotta say it: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Guys with degrees can fight!!!  And besides, it aint that important!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-110369749260122503?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110369749260122503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110369749260122503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110369749260122503' title='A guy with a degree can scrap (fight)'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-110229964392842583</id><published>2004-12-06T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T21:20:43.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inefficient Systems</title><content type='html'>Those of you who know me probably know I am a Computer Science Major, with an Economics Minor.  And the ones that know me well know I am overly logical, highly analytical, and obsessed with efficiency as a result.  I have been thinking about how all these things helped lead to this site and one of the biggest problems in the relationship system I have noticed: inefficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't really pinpoint the problem, but my friend, Kunle, was talking to me about it and gave some very insightful information about it.  This is a real big topic, so I can't cover it all right now, but I am gonna start on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This problem seems to be worst for blacks than for many other races.  While its not perfect for anyone, it seems like, especially at this age, many people are single.  A lot of these people want to be in a relationship, a lot.  There seems to be a lot of available guys and girls (I do acknowledge the number for guys is probably smaller than the amount of girls) who actually want someone special, but it seems like the majority of these people have so much trouble finding someone acceptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing about this problem is I am not completely sure why it happens or how it could be fixed.  I have a couple of ideas, but stuff that will never actually happen (e.g. everybody tells their true feelings, no cheating, etc).  Several times I have wondered how do people get together now, and it seems to get worst the older you get.  Once your outta college, I feel the search becomes so much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest things I see as a problem is the lack of places to meet someone.  Outside of the club (which is a horrible place to meet someone), what is there?  Anywayz, I am gonna leave this one for next time, but I wanna know what people think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-110229964392842583?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110229964392842583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110229964392842583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110229964392842583' title='Inefficient Systems'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-110184842973216812</id><published>2004-11-30T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T16:01:04.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Again</title><content type='html'>Yes, I am mad again.  This time 3 women have made me upset.  No, I wasn't carried, and no one broke my heart.  The people that have me mad are Destiny's Child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone heard the song "Soldier"?  It finally put the "thug theory" into a song.  The basis of the whole song is how they want a thug, and aren't interested in anyone else.  I put a link to the lyrics at the bottom of the post.  One of the worst things I heard was their description included a "A rude boy that's good to me".  What does that mean?  A thug that doesn't beat me?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically I have been complaining about this for a long time and someone has now made a song confirming my worst fears.  Nice guys who go to college, get good jobs, read, and basically contribute to society are not the interest of black girls.  If you think about it, this is sad.  Now that I think back, I think this is what made me mad in the first place.  Nice guys always finish last.  I am mad that guys who try hard, get degree's, and real jobs are less attractive than guys with food stamps and rims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds like older women grow out of this stage, but why does it take like 28 years  for someone to grow out of this.  I have always took intelligence as a big turn on.  The more devoted you are to school, the better you look to me.  Not saying that I discriminate or anything like that, but I am more attracted to girls doing big things.  The ones who ain't tryin and are waiting to find their husband to take care of them (I have met these girls and am not making it up) are the ones that really get to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricstop.com/s/soldier-destinyschildft.i.lilwayne.html"&gt;Soldier - Destiny's Child (f/ T.I., Lil Wayne)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-110184842973216812?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110184842973216812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110184842973216812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110184842973216812' title='Mad Again'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-110025805310183460</id><published>2004-11-12T05:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T06:14:13.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Calling Relationship</title><content type='html'>Lets say you meet a girl/guy in one of your classes or work.  You start talking to the person on a regular basis over AIM (AOL Instant Messenger).  I don't know about those who have graduated and are grown, but its wildly popular amongst us college kids.  But suppose you wanna take things to the next level.  Yeah, I mean the phone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me the phone call has some significance.  It can often make it official you don't just want to be friends.  Also, the phone is often where the war is won or lost.  Good phone conversations can really make the difference, and are what leads to a date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then you have to decide, have you built up a phone relationship with the person?  If you do have one, then you have to figure out on what level.  Just because you have a phone relationship, it might not be a "how was your day" relationship.  It could be a "I just got shot and I need a ride to the hospital" relationship.  And if you don't have one at all, then you gotta figure out how to start it.  Random calls when the person didn't even give you the number (lets say u got it from a friend) ain't gonna work.  Here are some signs you have at least a basic calling relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- You have called the person before&lt;br /&gt;-- The person has called you&lt;br /&gt;-- The person gave you the number within 5 days.  5 days!!!  (No getting the number and callin 2 months later)&lt;br /&gt;-- She/He says to call you&lt;br /&gt;-- She/He types things like "I miss hearing your voice"&lt;br /&gt;-- If they want to do something more than talk (go out, smash)&lt;br /&gt;-- If you have gone out with the person within 2 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;-- You say your gonna call the person and they don't give you an excuse not to call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This listing isn't complete, but should help some people.  Feel free to add stuff.  I might make a list about how to know when you don't have a calling relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-110025805310183460?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110025805310183460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/110025805310183460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110025805310183460' title='The Calling Relationship'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-109803741677947313</id><published>2004-10-17T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T13:23:36.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I really was angry</title><content type='html'>So, usually I post and don't really go back and read my old stuff, but I was reading some of my stuff from over the past few months, and have noticed something.  I actually was pretty mad at females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't even really notice it until I read the post titled "Stupidity".  I kinda went off on that one, venting I guess.  I was almost shocked.  I do remember at the time this girl was playin games and had me angry for a lil bit, but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am just saying this to address the fact that I am not a woman hater and will attempt to post regularly, instead of just when I get angry at the opposite sex.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-109803741677947313?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109803741677947313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109803741677947313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109803741677947313' title='Maybe I really was angry'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-109796573230275320</id><published>2004-10-16T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T17:28:52.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Full Circle</title><content type='html'>An important theory that I have often left out, by accident, and which will help my image is the "Full Circle" concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, it just satates that on a whole guys are just as grimy as females.  While I argue a lot over how many females vs. males, and who does the worst things, the truth is that all the grimy of activities equals all the grimy activities of girls.  This completes the full circle and does not make guys better than girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO people dont think I am back tracking on things I have said before, most times when I gave men an advantage or claimed that we are better was a numbers game.  Often I do believe that the number of grimy guys is less that the amount of dirty females.  BUT!!!! grimy guys seem to do a lot worst things, which averages things out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I made this site, I believed this and really tried to offer an unbiased opinion on relationships and human interaction in general.  I have made many biased comments and theories, but I will try to improve on this as time goes one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-109796573230275320?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109796573230275320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109796573230275320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109796573230275320' title='Full Circle'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-109796393122484215</id><published>2004-10-16T16:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T16:58:51.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not a women hater.</title><content type='html'>Recently people are telling me that I hate on women, and that I am a women hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This simply is not the case.  I really do respect many women and I usually try not to generalize against the whole sex.  I will admit that I do have a strong dislike for a significant percentage of females because of things they have done or their beliefs, but this is not the majority of females.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing is, recently, I tend to write when I am mad (DASB usually incites this anger) and that alters my comments.  One thing that usually is not represented in this column is that I hate against a lotta dudes too.  Just like there is a large percentage of females that bother, the same goes with guys.  Call me a hater if you want, but I am an equal oppurtunity hater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gonna say this and say it proudly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I am not a women hater!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post inspired by Ms. Bright&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-109796393122484215?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109796393122484215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109796393122484215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109796393122484215' title='I am not a women hater.'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-109633729873466324</id><published>2004-09-27T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T21:08:18.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Female Simp</title><content type='html'>Well, I think I have found a case of a female simp.  Apparently women are not immuned to this either.  There are simple cases where girls are too nice to guys who don't deserve it and can't stop for whatever reason.  I thought I would rejoice when I found this, but I am actually saddened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simp is a bad thing and will always be.  While many of those who read my blog (I love all ya'll, except the haters) would think I am against all females and would love to see this, it is still kinda sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately can't elaborate outta respect for the person, but its is a sad thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-109633729873466324?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109633729873466324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109633729873466324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109633729873466324' title='Female Simp'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-109468899193710492</id><published>2004-09-08T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T19:16:31.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sour Disposition</title><content type='html'>It has been brought to my attention that I have a sour disposition about women and relationships.  While this feeling may come off from my writing, it is simply not the case.  I have periods where I see women for their true evil natures, or realize the sham that relationships really are, but that is only at certain times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, I love women and highly respect relationships for the fulfilling entitiy that they are.  The problem is I realize this only applies to about 11% of women and 6% of relationships before the age of 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's sad, but true.  A good women just can't be beat, but damn if its even possible to find one.  And a relationship with a good women will do wonders for your life, but that is the true rarity too.  So at this point in my life I will not concern myself with the search and attempt to enjoy my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-109468899193710492?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109468899193710492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109468899193710492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109468899193710492' title='Sour Disposition'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-109328173643651077</id><published>2004-08-23T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T12:22:16.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupidity</title><content type='html'>I have talked a lot about the gimyness that exists and the anger it causes me, but I have realized that the cause of most of my anger, especially for women, is stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say especially for women because guys dont seem to be as stupid.  In general I will say we are grimier, but with reason (an old post).  Taking my key from Cheez, I am mad over the general stupidity of people, mainly women.  I have come to the conclusion that a lot of my theories like FABs and the Thug Theory may all be brought about by stupidity.  To many this may sound harsh, but damn if it doesn't hold some if not a lot of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I am not calling all women stupid.  That is a generalization and would be stereotyping, but I have come up with a number and its somewhere round 50%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The justification for this is that too many girls fall for really stupid stuff.  I mean these grimy dudes they always mess wit do blatantly stupid things that these dumb girls never notice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will come back to this one, but gotta go take care of some things now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-109328173643651077?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109328173643651077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109328173643651077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109328173643651077' title='Stupidity'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-109097137934637478</id><published>2004-07-27T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-27T18:36:19.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday</title><content type='html'>Its my birthday.&amp;nbsp; I am now 21.&amp;nbsp; This means I can drink ... legally&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that I can go to the club as an adult and drink, will this change my dim outlook on clubbin in general.&amp;nbsp; We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I can tell you for damn sure.&amp;nbsp; I will not be buying no drinks for no girls.&amp;nbsp; I think that is the most simptastic (yeah, simptastic.&amp;nbsp; i.e. extremely simp like.&amp;nbsp; Look at the last post to see what a simp is)&amp;nbsp; and I know I aint doin it unless things at this point are certain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-109097137934637478?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109097137934637478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109097137934637478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109097137934637478' title='My Birthday'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-109057005633736943</id><published>2004-07-23T03:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T03:07:36.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still Mad</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about the simp of the year and got mad again.&amp;nbsp; Considering I used to be an overly nice guy too and hav enoticed the error of my ways, I must reach out to this poor young man and mold him into something much better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-109057005633736943?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109057005633736943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109057005633736943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109057005633736943' title='Still Mad'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-109054252528171346</id><published>2004-07-22T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T19:28:45.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simp of the year</title><content type='html'>I have been talking about nominations for the simp of the year for awhile with friends and I think I have finally found the winner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get to that I should explain what I simp is.&amp;nbsp; A simp is a sucka, punk, busta, etc when it comes to women.&amp;nbsp; They pay for too much, are way to nice, and be trying to save a hoes.&amp;nbsp; They are the kinda guys who don't get mad at girls faking, and also are constantly FABs (Read definition on sidebar).&amp;nbsp; I hate simps with a passion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, I am not gonna say the name of the simp of the year, but I will describe him and what he did to win out over all the great competition. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy is the friend of a friend and an associate of mine.&amp;nbsp; Apparently he liked some girl and had been taking her out.&amp;nbsp; He feared being put in the friend zone, so he asked the girl how she felt bout him, and was quickly told he was just a friend.&amp;nbsp; Now, the proper response would be to get mad, cut her off from all contact, or simply treat her like a friend (most likely she wouldn't make a good friend anyway, but this means not spending any money on her and don't try to impress her).&amp;nbsp; Instead, this guy ... excuse me ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;simp&lt;/strong&gt; continues to take this girl out weekly, paying for her.&amp;nbsp; Then he treats this trick ... excuse my french ... girl and her friends to a day at six flags where he had to spend at least $90 just paying for them to get in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAMN!&amp;nbsp; WTF! What are you thinking.&amp;nbsp; I am ending this post now, cause after typing that, I'm just disgusted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-109054252528171346?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109054252528171346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/109054252528171346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109054252528171346' title='Simp of the year'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108995753692290065</id><published>2004-07-16T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T00:58:56.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A decent woman ... if only she were real</title><content type='html'>I was bored the other day and I don't have cable at the place I am currently staying at, so I decided to watch a DVD of mine.&amp;nbsp; I decided on Antwone Fisher, which is&amp;nbsp;a great movie, especially when watching with a female.&amp;nbsp; While watching I realized something, his girlfriend, in the movie, seems to have very few, if any, of the many flaws I see in women.&amp;nbsp; I was shocked. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Something that hasn't been to obvious or apparent lately is that I am actually on one of my "All women are foul" trips.&amp;nbsp; This happens often when I hear some story of a girl being so foul or exhibiting one of the million problems I got with em, and then I start to generalize.&amp;nbsp; I know when this happens cause my female friends are quick to point this out. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, as I am watching this movie, we see how Antwone ends up getting together with his girlfriend (I think her name is Cheryl).&amp;nbsp; Not only is she fine, but more importantly, she was aggressive.&amp;nbsp; Antwone, who was see a shrink at the time, is really shy and had trouble talking and etc.&amp;nbsp; Since she really liked him, she actually stepped things up, made the first date, went for the first kiss, and I think even convinced him (a virgin) to have sex with her.&amp;nbsp; All the time she is doing this, she is helping him search for his parents and correct his life. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I never noticed this before, but I was so impressed.&amp;nbsp; For the longest time my dream wife has always been a lawyer (like Claire Huxtable), but now my dream wife might be a navy woman, just like this character was. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;The movie is based on a true story, but I refuse to believe that any girl remotely close to being that attractive would be that nice or good of a person (yeah I said it!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108995753692290065?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108995753692290065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108995753692290065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108995753692290065' title='A decent woman ... if only she were real'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108950098822798159</id><published>2004-07-10T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T18:09:48.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls are Foul</title><content type='html'>I know I might get some angry comments back for this one, but I never cared before, so...  Anywayz, something just happened to a friend of mine and I have concluded that girls are just as foulf as guys, but just in a different way.  Before reading the rest of this you must read the FAB definition, my first theory on relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wam.umd.edu/~dtp/"&gt;FAB Definition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this almost happened to my friend, I realized why girls are as foul as guys, if not more.  Girls will easily tell you that guys are more foul, that all we want is sex, and we are all playas.  While the sex thing is probaly true, I have realized that girls are all about only one thing too and that they do some real foul and crudy things in order to get that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one thing all girls want and will do anything to get is Emotions&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now many people are gonna say that this is not ture, and even if it is that its not that bad.  Well I say its very true and its really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too many times do I see girls do the same things they complain about guys doing, but with one difference.  The biggest complaint I hear from girls about guys is that we will use emotions in order to get sex, pretending thigs are a lot more serious then they really are.  I don't doubt that a lotta guys do this, but it seems that a lotta girls are using sex in order to get guys to hang out with them and chill.  The only difference is sex and emotions get switched.  This is one of the most frustrating situations to go through.  Girls will blatantly lie, telling you about how they are gonna turn u out and stuff, knowing good and well they aint giving u know kinda pussy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyayz, I'm done.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108950098822798159?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108950098822798159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108950098822798159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108950098822798159' title='Girls are Foul'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108932834327595039</id><published>2004-07-08T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T18:12:23.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Interesting Commercial</title><content type='html'>Last night, for the first time in my life, I saw a commercial aimed at men instilling a sense of respect for women in boys.  The aint of the commercial was to end abuse (it flashed across the screen at the end), but I was intrigued by the commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The idea of letting guys know they should teach boys how to respect women was one I had never seen before, but made sense.  At first I thought the commercial was for feminism or something about misogyny in music.  I should prolly describe the commercial.  Basically it shows a bunch of little kids going up to grown men and asking questions like "Can you show me how to properly respect a woman?", which was misleading at the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I am in Seattle, Washington now on my internship I don't know if it will play back home (MD), but I hope it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, this led me to think about how I respect women and who taught me this.  For the mast majority of my life, I have had an extremely high respect for women and treated them well.  I admit that this has steadily declined in my older years for a lot of reasons.  At few times, I would be so enraged about something that I lost all respect for the fairer sex (although I never even entertained the idea of hitting them).  I realized that I was never really taught to respect girls too much and just kinda picked it up.  This prolly has a lot to do with some of the issues females have, but I also figured a cause of this was feminism.  A lot of the respectful things like holding doors and pulling chairs are not emphasized because many women want to be independent now.  Its all real interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz again, back to work now.  I'll follow up.  And it won't take me 3 weeks this time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108932834327595039?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108932834327595039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108932834327595039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108932834327595039' title='Interesting Commercial'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108702993836838193</id><published>2004-06-12T03:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-12T03:45:38.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women who support their men are evil?</title><content type='html'>I went to see the movie "The Chronicles of Riddick" today.  It made me notice something about one of my recent posts.  Earlier I mentioned that only about 20% of husbands/wives or girlfriends/boyfriends will actually help you support your career.  In most cases they will just hold you back, but sometimes they will help you out.  Today I realized than in movies and literature, when a wife is truly supporting their husband, they are often evil.  I really don't have a lot of examples I can think of, so this one needs more explorations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the movie, the wife of the second in command was telling her husband to kill the Chief and take over.  This was also the case in Macbeth (maybe Hamlet, one of em).&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;Although I could only think of these two examples, the idea did not seem old to me at all.  The concept of the evil wife who is telling their husband to get the boss fired, or kill him, etc seemed common.  Why is it that women who are supporting their husbands to succeed have to be evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now an important point I have to make so people don't yell at me is that I think these women are made evil by whoever wrote the movie/play.  Supporting your husband is not evil and all women who support their husbands are not evil, it is just these cases.  I feel that these women are unfairly portrayed in these situations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108702993836838193?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108702993836838193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108702993836838193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108702993836838193' title='Women who support their men are evil?'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108693820344768740</id><published>2004-06-11T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-11T02:16:43.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats the big deal?</title><content type='html'>I am just not understanding the big obsession with people and getting in relationships.  I will admit that this is almost completely a girl phenomenon and there are very few guys who are truly in need of a women.  Why is that exactly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I think girls truly get more benefit from a relationship than a guy ... but that's the topic of another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am saying that I just don't understand why everyone wants a relationship.  I mean I was happy when I had a girlfriend, but I am happy being single too.  Sometime the lack of sex gets to ya, but that aint a reason to get a girlfriend.  I just understand how the lack of a boyfriend or girlfriend is enough to really make anyone sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people haven't been on a date, gotten a phone call from a girl/guy in years, and have had repeated failures.  This is a reason to be sad.  When you go out to the club, party, whatever and just get carried (badly rejected) by every girl/guy you try.  Also, if your like 30 and never been kissed, yeah that could be depressing.  But there are too many people who have guys hitting on them constantly or meet girls all the time and are sad because they aren't in a serious relationship (obviously more often women than men).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you are reading this and you are one of these people sad cause your single, stop crying!  Enjoy not having someone to report to, go out, and chill wit your friends.  Its really not that serious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108693820344768740?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108693820344768740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108693820344768740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108693820344768740' title='Whats the big deal?'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108666703348693745</id><published>2004-06-07T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-07T22:57:13.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships are no good (for now)</title><content type='html'>I came to the realization that relationships will only inhibit a person's success 90% of the time.  Thats harsh, maybe 80% of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that for someone who is attempting to make it to the top, it is hard to do that with a serious girlfriend or a wife.  I mean, suppose you need to move to Europe so you can be head of operations for BMW or something.  If you are single, you only have to worry about yourself.  If you are married, now you have to convince your wife that Europe is the place to be.  She may have to quit her job, leave her family, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is if your trying to aggressively get to the top in your company.  This means you will probably be working crazy hours, maybe flying to different places, being away from home for days to weeks at a time.  If you live by yourself, as long as you can handle it, its no problem.  If you have a girlfriend or boyfriend, then you will be hearing "I never see you anymore" or "we never go out anymore".  If you decide to start skipping meetings and slow down work a little bit so u can spend more time with your "special" someone, your not gonna get that raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This problem affects both males and females, but it is not the same for both.  I don't have time to discuss this now, so I will leave this for probably tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108666703348693745?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108666703348693745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108666703348693745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108666703348693745' title='Relationships are no good (for now)'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108622287595244742</id><published>2004-06-02T16:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T20:13:31.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we to blame?</title><content type='html'>As can be seen in the chatterbox, someone blamed the reason for PG girls bein so damn mean was a result of guys in the area being no good either.  She claims that the girls have become mean because they gotta deal wit guys who just aint no good.  There could be some truth to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always claimed that I am a lot nicer guy than a lot of other guys. I have my moments had have done some (or plan to) do some cruddy things, but too many people I kno are a lot worst.  This includes, but is not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- No respect for the fact she has a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;- Gettin a girl to do somethin she don't wanna do&lt;br /&gt;- Smashing (Sexual Intercourse), then disappearing&lt;br /&gt;- Cheating&lt;br /&gt;- Physical Abuse&lt;br /&gt;- Mental Abuse&lt;br /&gt;- Callin you women a bitch&lt;br /&gt;- Multiple Baby's mammas&lt;br /&gt;- Sleepin wit your girls sister (Thats low)&lt;br /&gt;- Sleepin wit your girls mom (Damn thats low)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have committed a couple of these (my moments of weakness), but most of them are pretty common, and this could explain why girls are always on the defensive.  I don't doubt that there are a lotta girls who have been scared and have trouble trusting men or being nice to them because they fear something happening to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I do think some of it is the guys, but also I really didn't see guys down there being any more respectful then guys in PG and DC.  I think in general its a problem, but don't see it as being any worst here than in the south.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108622287595244742?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108622287595244742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108622287595244742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108622287595244742' title='Are we to blame?'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108570292204138334</id><published>2004-05-27T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T19:08:42.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love Southern Women.</title><content type='html'>During my last internship I was exposed to a whole new set of women.  Those were the women of Austin, Texas.  While Texas is not heavily populated with Black people, there were a good amount of them there and some came from the surrounding areas of Texas which are more diverse (i.e. Houston).  I went there twice for 3 months each, and the second time I went to the clubs a lot.  I mean a whole lot, like 3-5 times a week (I was bored and still kept up my rule of not meeting people at the club).  I came to a shocking discovery while there that made going home much harder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Southern women are nice, and this means a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This statement is loose and doesn't say a lot.  Actually, I don't even think the niceness of southern girls was what pleased me, but it made me realize just how mean girls from PG county and DC are.   When I came back I discussed this with some people and talked about it and came to the conclusion that girls from my home area are among the meanest in the world.  I will have to go into more detail later, because its about quittin time, but its not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in Texas random girls gave me hugs (in the club), just cause, and they were real polite about turning down a dance.  Back home this never seemed to be the case cause some girl was always mad or had an attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even realized that girls further north from Jersey, New York, and Philly were even nicer then PG girls (the term I use for PG/DC girls).  I have been gaining support in my theory, but it needs more work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, the only nice girls from PG/DC I have found were not born there.  They come from places like Oregon, New York, Virginia, and other states.  Its a damn shame, I gotta start importin females now.  Just glad I go to a big university.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108570292204138334?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108570292204138334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108570292204138334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570292204138334' title='Why I love Southern Women.'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108570216471832308</id><published>2004-05-27T18:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T18:56:04.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absence</title><content type='html'>Those of you who have actually been reading my blog and benefiting from the knowledge I have been giving should have noticed a lack of updates for awhile now.  I refuse to let the blog die, but I had finals and I had to move to Seattle recently.  Some may be asking, "Why did u move to Seattle?".  If u knew me you would kno I got an internship at Microsoft and I had to move to Seattle (technically Redmond).  Anyways, I am settled here now and am typing this at work, so expect more posts.  I am interested to see how women are around here and if they are better than the ones in MD/DC (I found this tru when I went to Texas.  I love southern girls now!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108570216471832308?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108570216471832308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108570216471832308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108570216471832308' title='Absence'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108468967787974425</id><published>2004-05-16T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T01:41:17.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls steppin up</title><content type='html'>Something I hear too often is girls who refuse to approach guys because they are scared and they are not supposed to approach guys.  Personally I love it when a girl gets the courage to talk to me or at least is clear that she is interested.  I long for a girl who is confident and strong enough to go talk to a guy who she is really interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument I get a lot is that girls will always give signs and that is enough.  If any females are reading this right now, then don't believe any of that she*t.  Too many times has one of my guy friends come to me talkin bout a girl who was fakin, giving false signals, or something like that.  Too often do girls give signals when they don't want to, or don't give strong enough signals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basically I am asking, no begging all females and women to man up.  Basically, stop being scared all your life and letting guys u like get away.  Also, if girls were more upfront it would benefit them too.  Guys who try too hard and become annoying (according to the female) do this a lot of times because trying blindly is the only way to figure out a female.  Basically you must try, and see if you get smacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is a wish that will never come true, but I needed to post something and this seemed like a good topic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108468967787974425?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108468967787974425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108468967787974425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108468967787974425' title='Girls steppin up'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108339754655662285</id><published>2004-05-01T02:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T19:33:21.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Chatterbox</title><content type='html'>I know the chatterbox has been broken for awhile, and I am about to fix it, but remember you can leave a comment at the bottom of any post!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108339754655662285?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108339754655662285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108339754655662285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108339754655662285' title='The Chatterbox'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108339738363905890</id><published>2004-05-01T02:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-04T19:30:38.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone is wrong!</title><content type='html'>I have come to an important conclusion that extends past farther than just relationships.  This groundbreaking news is that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your not right, their not right, so no one is right, at least when it comes to an argument.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I came up with this, but I realized that anytime two people are arguing about something that isn't based in hardcore facts (i.e. The sky really is blue) that both people are wrong.  There is not one argument I have been in or heard where I can't think of both people actually being wrong.  Conversely, I could say that everyone is right, but I am pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basis for this is that there is no right answer and there never is.  Even if you are predicting something, and your hypothesis becomes correct, you were not right in the beginning.  Your not right until whatever happened happens and your not retroactively right.  So when the Redskins win, you can't be like "Told you I was right", cause u weren't.  Your right now, but not before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are exceptions, like if your arguing about something that already happened and you prove your right by verifying it, then you were always right.  But in cases were there is not hardcore, unarguable, well accepted fact, that has already occurred, you are wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to remember this when they are fighting with their wife/husband, boyfriend/girlfriend, or anyone else.  Cause no matter how hard u argue, how much evidence you have, YOUR WRONG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108339738363905890?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108339738363905890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108339738363905890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108339738363905890' title='Everyone is wrong!'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108330327115491376</id><published>2004-04-30T00:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T00:38:48.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gender Roles</title><content type='html'>I think another reason I can call myself a feminist is because of the problems I have with many of the gender roles now.  I try to always talk about how I hate the whole thing about girls never approaching guys.  Also, there is chivalry (which women have killed), and basically constantly and always sacrificing for women.  While I do believe one should be nicer to females, I am not sure why I believe it or that its actually right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of things to attend to now and dont have timem to get in depth about it, but I plan to in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108330327115491376?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108330327115491376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108330327115491376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108330327115491376' title='Gender Roles'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108295387478291689</id><published>2004-04-25T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:35:26.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Independent Women</title><content type='html'>I came to the conclusion that I am feminist.  This came about when I realized I am looking for an independent woman and that I find way too many girls just a little too dependent for my tastes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to believe that a girlfriend/boyfriend is supposed to be a partner that helps you and gets helped when needed.  Too often do I find girls simply using their men as a crutch.  I mean everyone should be able to depend on their significant other for every little thing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first noticed this when a female friend of mine was standing next to a table and handed me something to hold for her.  I immediately put the item on the table (I forget what it was.  Prolly a purse, or cup, or bag.).  I thought to myself, why did she even hand it to me and then I thought about if it was a gender role thing and if she had been taught to rely on men, etc. (I am really quick to analyze little things in-depth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also remember having seen this before, and too often to I find girls relying on guys for little things they can do themselves.  I have called this the crutch affect.  And that is why I am a feminist.  Because I truly, whole-heartedly believe in female independence.  I know the hardcore feminist beliefs talk about independence from men (correct me if I am wrong and don't get offended), which I am not advocating.  I just want girls to have a life of their own, and be able to do things for themselves.  I will definitely be talking about this some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108295387478291689?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108295387478291689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108295387478291689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108295387478291689' title='Independent Women'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108295291436716653</id><published>2004-04-25T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T23:19:26.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Posts Coming</title><content type='html'>I kno its been awhile, but u gotta remember I am in college and tryin to do good.  This means things like the blog will suffer every once in awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108295291436716653?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108295291436716653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108295291436716653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108295291436716653' title='Posts Coming'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108139363841606050</id><published>2004-04-07T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T22:11:06.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Step in Evolution</title><content type='html'>I think the next logical step for human evolution had to do with someone and their significant other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too often do girls forget to mention their boyfriend/husband/fiance and too often do guys forget about their girlfriend/fiance/wife.  As someone committed to managomous relationships I hope that the next biological step we see for people is a marking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, when you enter a relationship a series of bumps need to develp on your forehead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously this aint gonna happen and is me just sayin stupid stuff, but its been awhile, I can do that, and it does illustrate my point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel too often that people will truly misrepresent themselves when they know they have someone.  Girls will be too flirtatious, guys will put on their best game, when they kno they are doing wrong.  Not sure what made me think of this, but something should be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any girl or guy who wants to publicly come out and state their status can let me kno, and I promise it will go up!  When I was with my last girlfriend I put up something specifically to her, and also mentioned it in a few posts, but I guess thats just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats it.  Nuthin more to say.  Been a minute since I posted so I had to do something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108139363841606050?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108139363841606050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108139363841606050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108139363841606050' title='Next Step in Evolution'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-108102205388393611</id><published>2004-04-03T14:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T14:57:55.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Traits Men Look for in a Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://women.msn.com/551706.armx?GT1=3200"&gt;10 Traits Men Look for in a Girlfriend&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaad this and take very very good notes.  I don't agree with the making the first move one (#2) but almost everything else is just some of the best stuff I read in awhile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-108102205388393611?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108102205388393611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/108102205388393611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108102205388393611' title='10 Traits Men Look for in a Girlfriend'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107963411586853215</id><published>2004-03-18T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T13:25:15.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Being Pressed</title><content type='html'>How come girls do not get pressed about guys and show it?  It seems like us guys have to show all the interest and get little back.  A lotta times this is why you have such persistent guys.  If u can't read the signs, u just gotta keep pushing until you get definite no, or u succeed.  Since I have had this site, a lotta people have come to me askin me bout relationships and stuff and I get a lotta guys asking me to tell if I think some girl likes her and they give me evidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the times its impossible to tell because girls are crazy (joke and generalization)!  It seems like too often they do not act the way they feel and leave us guys in the dark.  I have so much appreciation for a female that can show that she is interested and lets her intentions known.  You don't have to be grabbing dicks and offering sex just to let a guy know your interested, but even some of the basics are omitted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Brings me to my friend Ba** aka TB.  Some loose plans were made between her and a guys she likes, but when he didn't come, she instantly decided to never call him again because she did not want to seem pressed.  To me this seemed crazy, because the least she should have done was find out why he didn't come.  If she had a better reason, maybe it would be OK, but she doesn't want to look like she actually likes the guy.  Crazy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107963411586853215?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107963411586853215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107963411586853215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107963411586853215' title='Girls Being Pressed'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107958899257338759</id><published>2004-03-18T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T00:53:11.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update to Problems with Black Women</title><content type='html'>I have found some updates to the problems with black women (remember this doesn't apply to them all).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Wanting too much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is wanting stuff within reason like keeping your promises.  But if you curse your man out cause he calls u back 15 minutes late then that is a problem.  I am writing this kinda quick and can't really formulate my thoughts, but I have noticed a trend with some women to just want too much from their men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its just too much!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to DASB!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107958899257338759?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107958899257338759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107958899257338759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107958899257338759' title='Update to Problems with Black Women'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107949308998026611</id><published>2004-03-16T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T22:14:47.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bad Holding Back the Good</title><content type='html'>I just came to an important realization because of a comment made by someone on the site (Thanks Karlena).  I am not sure why, but I think I have been generalizing to many black women together.  I have been blaming everyone for the bad characteristics that some posses.  I think this happens with guys and I always complain about the playas and stuff who give nice and thoughtful guys like me a bad name, but the same thing is happening to women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have encountered a lotta girls who exhibit a lot of the qualities on my list of things wrong with black women, but they do not represent every black woman.  And for some reason I wasn't paying attention to the percentage of women that are good and upstanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So from now on I will continue to bash and talk about the emasculating, confusing, and childish women I dislike, but I plan to praise and point out some the good ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107949308998026611?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107949308998026611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107949308998026611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107949308998026611' title='The Bad Holding Back the Good'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107947505746691210</id><published>2004-03-16T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T17:14:14.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats wrong with Black women!</title><content type='html'>Since on my last post about the Real Cancun I mentioned something about this woman representing what was wrong with black women, I decided to explore this further.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is gonna be tricky because I am gonna get a lotta hate mail and stuff because of this, but there are several negative qualities found in many black women.  There are plenty of great ones ( I know many) and most women possess few or none of these.  BUT ... there are some that contain all of these and they are considered as the worst to me.  Also, these only refer to relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, very important!  This same list exists for guys.  Half of these things apply to men too, but I don't plan on making a list for whats wrong wit guys rite now, but I might.  I am a guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the list, don't be mad :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Stank Attitude&lt;br /&gt;   - Lack of focus (Ain't doin anything with their life)&lt;br /&gt;   - Playing Games (Expect posts just on this one)&lt;br /&gt;   - Goldigging or just placing too much importance on money&lt;br /&gt;   - Wanting Thugs or Dangerous Men (Don't get me started on this!!!)&lt;br /&gt;   - Playing Games (Really starting to bug me)&lt;br /&gt;   - Playing too hard to get (There is an acceptable limit that too many girls ignore)&lt;br /&gt;   - Not liking a guy who is too nice (Then what do u want)&lt;br /&gt;   - Saying u want something, when u don't really want it&lt;br /&gt;   - Testing men&lt;br /&gt;   - Complaining about stuff that is your fault&lt;br /&gt;   - Playing Games, then getting mad when it don't work out&lt;br /&gt;   - Just saying stupid stuff&lt;br /&gt;   - Emasculating your man in public (Look it up)&lt;br /&gt;   - Wanting too much attention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is really more I could think of, but I don't feel like it now.  If someone wants to hit me wit a problem wit Black Men list, I will put it up.  And this all came about cause a girl told me I was getting boring, so I have decided to stop playing it safe and sayin some of the stuff that I notice, but don't nobody want to hear about!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107947505746691210?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107947505746691210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107947505746691210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107947505746691210' title='Whats wrong with Black women!'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107941555575681208</id><published>2004-03-16T00:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T00:42:31.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guests Column</title><content type='html'>Basically since I don't get to write to my blog as much as I want, I really want people to send me guest columns.  Just send me an e-mail with the column a name to attach it too and I will review it and put it up.  Also, don't send me any attachments cause I aint opening them, put the column in the actual e-mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107941555575681208?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107941555575681208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107941555575681208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107941555575681208' title='Guests Column'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107921583953870967</id><published>2004-03-13T16:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T17:13:52.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Cancun</title><content type='html'>I just watched the movie the Real Cancun yesterday.  If you don't know its a MTV movie about a couple people who go on Spring Break in Cancun.  From the introduction of the people in it I had a problem with the girl Sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing she says is that she nevers likes nice guys who treat her right, but its the guys who she has to worry about cheating on her that real intrigue her.  WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I heard that I knew I didn't like the girl.  She continued to gain my hatred through the movie and I realized she represents all that is wrong wit black women (and I am not saying that all black women are doin wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst thing she did was later on in the movie when she and this guy were talking and flirting conintuously for four days.  They had in depth talks, and used to chill hardcore all the time.  At some point he attempted to kiss her in the pool, and she literally ran away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the guy she was talking to realized that she was faking, he picked up some girl at the club that night and slept with her.  The next day the girl Sky is mad and tells him that he should have stayed chasing her and not given up.  According to her, if he really wanted her, he would not have given up after she ran away fro him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought this was complete bullshit (pardon the french) and got mad after hearing that.  If she was interested she shouldn't have been playin so hard to get.  I hate girls who do that because it leaves the guys they are talking to confused and I hope whenever a girls is trying to do that, the guy realizes she aint worth it and drops her.  If u like someone, act like it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107921583953870967?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107921583953870967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107921583953870967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107921583953870967' title='The Real Cancun'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107887782867814269</id><published>2004-03-09T18:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T19:20:16.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lack of Black Men?</title><content type='html'>Apparently a hot topic now is the lack of Black men for professional black women.  I have been talking about it in this discussion on-campus I take, and it was on Dr. Phil.  Apparently the argument many black women are making is that too many professional black men are going for white women and that a lot of professional black men just don't exist.  Another argument is that these women just have incredibly high standards and are not willing to take any of the available black men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually agree with both points.  Its true that too many black men don't make it past college or become professionals.  There is a big disparity between professional black men and women.  Also, it does seem like some of them do go to white women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a lot of its rests on women.  They are not active in their searches and never approach men, also too many of them want men who are dangerous or thugs (Thug Theory).  This seems to do a lot with age.  Young black girls want a thug or someone who isn't on a professional track, but when they get older they want a lawyer or doctor.  SO you got guys tryin to act hard when their young to get women, but when u get older apparently they are not datable.  This is bad and damn near crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really think there are enough decent black men out there and that the person you meet does not have to be exactly on your level economically.  If you are a CEO, your gonna be looking hard to find a black male CEO that u can date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect to hear more from me on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107887782867814269?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107887782867814269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107887782867814269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107887782867814269' title='Lack of Black Men?'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107870013895380122</id><published>2004-03-07T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T17:58:43.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Column</title><content type='html'>This guest column is written by my friend TD.  Anyone else who got somethin to say, just let me kno by e-mail!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago, a friend of mine, we'll call him Jr, went out on a date with this girl.  Prior to their first date, they had talked on the phone for a week and a half.  Jr. had just gotten paid this week.  So Jr goes and picks her up, and they go to the place where they would eat, and they are enjoying their meal, enjoying each other.  The bill comes, and Jr gave the guy his card to pay for the meal.  The guy comes back and tells Jr that his card has been declined.  The girl reaches into her purse and pays for the meal, no problems with it.  The rest of the night, the spent together at a lake, and chilled.  Is Jr. not the luckiest guy?  Of course his pride is shot, but that means all the world when your unofficial girl can pay for dinner and not say anything else about the ordeal. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107870013895380122?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107870013895380122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107870013895380122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107870013895380122' title='Guest Column'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107838295268199778</id><published>2004-03-04T01:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T01:52:11.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Average Joe 2 Finale</title><content type='html'>I just saw the last episode of Average Joe 2: Hawaii, and although I do not curse I have to say something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate that bitch Marissa!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could she pick Gil!!!!!  She basically said her choice was between a guy with good looks and a guy with a personality that she really enjoyed, and she picked looks.  WTF!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm mad because the other guy (damn whats his name) was so nice.  He fell in love, brought her to his friends, and was willing to move for her.  The other guy made her do construction work, introduced her to no one he knew, and wouldn't even open up to her and just felt awkward, yet she picked him.  I am so mad cause she really picked the dumber or two guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HA!  His ass left her by herself when they went on an island vacation.  She dated Fabio, and when she told him, he left her ass!  Now she is all sad cause she got rejected.  Brian said he would always be there for her, apparently Gil couldn't even take the fact she had been with Fabio.  I am glad he left her and she got what she deserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I apologize for all the anger, and I don't even go around calling girls bitches, but she just really made me mad when she did that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107838295268199778?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107838295268199778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107838295268199778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107838295268199778' title='Average Joe 2 Finale'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107837955950636621</id><published>2004-03-04T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T00:55:38.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAB Theory</title><content type='html'>A FAB is a horrible horrible thing to be and I spent a lot of time talking about and defining FABs.  There is a link bout 3 days ago that points to my original definition that I wrote last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic definition of a FAB is a guy who is the best friend because he can't be the boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, some guy likes a girl, and the girl does not like him back.  Often, for various reasons which I will talk bout later, the guy ends up becoming a very good friend, although he still likes the girl.  And since he has feelings for the girl, they will do extra nice things that they don't usually do for their friends.  The girl benefits, and the guy losses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this so much.  I have avoided being a FAB and don't plan on doing it, but its sad because the looks like a punk and all his friends will ask him bout the girl and he might actually think he is making progress, but he really aint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the girl is doing this son purpose and wants this guy to be round and do nice things for her, and sometimes it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I hate FABs!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107837955950636621?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107837955950636621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107837955950636621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107837955950636621' title='FAB Theory'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107819378302889959</id><published>2004-03-01T21:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:19:19.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Naw man, thats my friend!</title><content type='html'>It definitely seems that many females do not look at their male friends in sexual ways at all, and actually get sick when they are forced too.  The reverse does not seem true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kno I have been involved in sexual discussions where my female friends were discussed and did not flinch (unless someting insulting was said, cause they are my friends).  For almost all of them, the thought of them having sex doesn't even phase me, but sexual discussion about me is unacceptable.  Also, it just aint me, cause similar situations involving similar male friends bring about the same feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It varies for some.  Some don't want to hear about sex and their male friends even in the same sentence.  Some just get sick at the though of actually having sex with these "friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually I go on longer about this stuff, but I got some thangs to take care of so I will come back to this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have decided to start revisiting some themes that I haven't talked bout bout enuff, and I will be developing the FAB theory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107819378302889959?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107819378302889959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107819378302889959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107819378302889959' title='Naw man, thats my friend!'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107810139572680456</id><published>2004-02-29T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:39:30.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FAB Definition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.wam.umd.edu/~dtp/"&gt;FAB Definition&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for all of you who thought I just came up wit all this stuff for my blog.  I ahve been making theories and definitions for a long time.  This was my first web publish.  Its basic, but says what it needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, since I am rediscovering my old theory, I will be focusing on ti almost exclusively for the next few days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107810139572680456?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107810139572680456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107810139572680456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107810139572680456' title='FAB Definition'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107809800863466136</id><published>2004-02-29T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T18:43:19.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Headache is not an excuse</title><content type='html'>I don't know how this came up recently, but at work I brung up the question (which I had been discussing several weeks prior): Is a headache a valid excuse for not having sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Answer is NO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as far as I'm concerned!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oddly enough, the majority of the girls at work agreed with me.  While it is used as an excuse, it is often only a mask for other reasons.  I am talking about average size headaches that are commonly treated.  Migraines and severe headaches are still under review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The argument I made for this was that you still go to work when you have a headache.  You  take an advil, and just bare with it.  Work lasts between 3 and 8 hours, sometimes more.  What I am talkin about usually lasts between 15 minutes and 1.5 hours (if u kno what ur doin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, this was kinda random, but I hadn't posted in awhile and it is kinda interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107809800863466136?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107809800863466136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107809800863466136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107809800863466136' title='A Headache is not an excuse'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107754689177190694</id><published>2004-02-23T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T09:37:37.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is He Cute? Does it matter!!!</title><content type='html'>I know this post and the last post have both been about girls, but I write about what I see.  Something I have been noticing for years, at least wit my female friends (funny how most of this site is bout them. LOL) is that they always are talking about who is cute and not in music, movies, television, the street, the diner, class, the gym, the homeless shelter, the local prison system, the welfare line, etc.  Its gettin ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest controversy is over the rapper Cassidy.  Apparently one of em think he is cute, but the rest say he is really busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO CARES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this gonna affect his rapping skills or if u buy his album.  I am not sayin it should never be discussed or talked bout, but it just seems worst with them to the point where I will avoid bringing up an male name in front of them.  I want to generalize and say all girls do it, but I am not and going to talk only about my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kno guys do this, but really does not seem as often.  They talk bout em when they are around or mentioned and when they are not.  If we are driving to Target and listening o Kanye West, who cares what Cassidy looks like?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone let me kno if this is commonplace among all females or what.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107754689177190694?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107754689177190694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107754689177190694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107754689177190694' title='Is He Cute? Does it matter!!!'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107739448804171206</id><published>2004-02-20T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T15:17:32.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pressed Girls</title><content type='html'>This aint really a theory or nuthin, but I just had to say somethin cause it was hilarious watchin it.  I was at this event on campus and I was talkin to a few of my female friends and then this guy they liked came over.  Never have I seen girls sweat a guy so hard and compete wit each other like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They damn near fought each other just to get close to him.  And the one that got a hug from him was on top of the world.  The ones who got ignored, made a push to get their name heard and their face seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, but you would never see a group of guys fighting over a girl like that.  While they might have an argument over who gets to approach her, or coordinate their attack, I doubt all of them is gonna go at her and fight each other for her attention.  I can't say it never will or never has happened, but I really think that was a female thing that i saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanna just call out all these girls and put them all out there (DASB(worst), WB(lol), TB(too scised for the hug), TM(tryin hard to be noticed)), btu I aint that petty. HA!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107739448804171206?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107739448804171206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107739448804171206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107739448804171206' title='Pressed Girls'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107697824695286743</id><published>2004-02-16T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T19:40:04.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationship Maturity</title><content type='html'>A concept I have been trying to work out for awhile is relationship maturity.  Need somethin to write bout so I will put it out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically everyone has some level of maturity when it comes to relationships.  There are two different extremes, and most people seem to fall much closer to one end or the other with very few right in the middle.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One extreme is the person who just does not want to commit.  They don't take relationships very seriously, they do it just to do it and for sex/physical things and are probably quick to cheat because they don't treat the relationship too seriously.  This is more common for younger people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other extreme is the person who is willing to give all and everything for the relationship.  They treat it very seriously and they form very strong bonds.  They are willing to put in the work needed to make things work and probably put in a lotta work lookin for that special someone.  The reason this is important is because matching two people with conflicting levels of maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have one person at one extreme and one at the other, there will be problems!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u have one person willing to give all for their significant other, and one person who is just looking for regular sex, there are gonna be conflicts.  One place where this will really come up is with when sacrifices need to be made.  Obviously someone on a low level of relationship maturity aint gonna sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, the vast majority of people my age are not very mature in this sense.  Too many people I kno cheat on their boyfriend/girlfriends or are just lookin for sex.  Its sad, I guess, but I wonder if most people my age can really handle having a real relationship.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107697824695286743?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107697824695286743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107697824695286743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107697824695286743' title='Relationship Maturity'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107691235838670547</id><published>2004-02-15T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T22:26:26.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day (Its over now)</title><content type='html'>Valentine's Day is over and I enjoyed myself pretty much, but I still hate the holiday.  I told both my mother and grandmother this and got interesting answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother aint really have much to say.  Was a lil shocked I aint celebrate and was shocked a little when I told her how the holiday started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandmother, on the other hand, had more to say.  She told me that valentine's had gotten too commercial, but I should not believe all of that.  She said its not a holiday just for lovers, boyfriends/girlfriends, and your husband/wife, but its for anyone you love like your mother, or father, or grandmother.  Also, she said it should be celebrated everyday of the year and you shouldn't wait for just this day to do something special, but its just another reason to let someone u love know that u love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What my grandmother said actually impressed me.  I never thought of it like that and when u do its not as bad a holday.  If that was how the holiday was celebrated I wouldn't have too many problems with it.  My gandmother may really have affected me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;But...&lt;/h4&gt; That just aint how its celebrated.  I also told my girlfriend this is the last valentine's day I plan to really celebrate (which did not go over too well) and I reminded hr about how I hate the holiday.  Don't doubt that my plans weren't really nice and they I did it up real nice for the holiday, but I would have done that for any reason and I did promise I would do it again for no good reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Anyone can be romantic on Valentine's Day, its the other 364 days that really count!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;P.S.  To my female friends don't drink or never get drunk, yet got drunk on Valentine's Day nite, u should be so glad that I don't put your names out there!!!!!!!!! (WB (The least Drunk), TB (Did it b4), DSB (No Excuse!  Gettin the video tape next year!!!))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107691235838670547?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107691235838670547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107691235838670547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107691235838670547' title='Valentine&apos;s Day (Its over now)'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107670593523517387</id><published>2004-02-13T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T16:01:27.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Valentine History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.pictureframes.co.uk/pages/saint_valentine.htm"&gt;Saint Valentine&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site has the real history bout this whole Valentine's Day celebration.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107670593523517387?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107670593523517387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107670593523517387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107670593523517387' title='Saint Valentine History'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107678274370985636</id><published>2004-02-13T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T17:24:24.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>I hate this holiday.  At first I think it started because I often aint have no Valentine's.  But not all my Valentine's have been bad and this year I actually have someone to celebrate the holiday wit.  But still, I truly trully hate this holiday and think this is the last time I will really celebrate the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This does not go along with my romantic and "sweet" attitude towards romance and being with someone, but I feel strongly about this, so I'm gonna tell u why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day is a commercial holiday.  A lot of holidays no longer have anything to do with what they started out as, but Valentines is horrible.  The holiday started becasue of a priest who performed marriages after they were made illegal.  He was killed on Feb 14th and is why they holiday got the name.  He was clubbed to death.  Hmmmmmmm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest problem with Valentine's Day is that it is strictly a female holiday.  As a guy, you gotta go through elaborate plans and spend mad money to do something sweet for Valentine's Day.  A lot of girls seem to have no interest in getting there man a gift, and thank God for the ones that do.  Guys truly get screwed over on Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This must be stressed specifically for many of the females readin this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Girls - Sex is not a gift for your man, cause he already gets that&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought yall should kno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that is why I hate Valentine's Day.  Its a horrible holiday &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107678274370985636?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107678274370985636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107678274370985636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107678274370985636' title='I hate Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107630029326643525</id><published>2004-02-08T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T23:20:39.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Platonic Friends: The Deception</title><content type='html'>I have figured something out that is key to my concept on the platonic friends theory.  These fake friendships come about because someone is trying to be deceptive and this leads to these fake friends.  A lotta times I would be it is all the girls fault, cause I am a guy and get bitter often, but I realized that guys and girls are both deceptive.  I will explain how.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys are deceptive because they won't make it clear sometimes that they have no intention of being your friend.  They will come round you, be nice, and do all kinds of stupid things to impress you, but will do it in a way so you don't know they like you.  Why would a guy do this?  Because if he made it clear he wants in that way, the girl would get scared and drop him.  Its sad, but true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are deceptive because they will purposely string a guy along who they know likes him, and give him hints, even thought they don't like him.  This is done  in order to keep her friend.  She knows that if she were to stop giving him ideas, his ass would move on to someone who is actually feelin him (literally).  This is a bad deception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discussed this with a friend's girlfriend, and she agreed.  So I truly believe this now.  Everyone needs to stop being afraid of getting dropped and actually let these people know how u feel.  It aint that bad, damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107630029326643525?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107630029326643525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107630029326643525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107630029326643525' title='Platonic Friends: The Deception'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107587174294331109</id><published>2004-02-03T22:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T00:18:02.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Platonic Friends</title><content type='html'>This has been a popular subject for me for a long time.  The reason is because girls think they have like 50 male friends.  Females feel that they have guys who hang around them and do them favors all for the special "friendship" they have!  That is some funny sh*t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On average, a person only has one or two platonic friends, guys and girls included.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mainly focused at females, because most guys kno they do not have female friends.  They are just girls they kno that they are waiting for a chance to mess with.  Ask most guys, rarely does he have ugly female friends, and if they do, there is a story for em.  "I met her when I was tryin to talk to this girl" or "She got a whole lot of fine friends", etc.  Only two cases when u really have a friend u have no interest in: You met her through another friend, or you have a better lookin girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big problem is that girls really think they have guy friends.  Most of the guys who are your "friends," aint your friends.  When I say friend, I mean someone who you would not have sex, kiss, or mess with.  In that case, most girls do not have many male friends.  A lot of those "friends" would do some things to you given the chance.  That is why platonic friends are very rare and most people do not have many or any.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107587174294331109?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107587174294331109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107587174294331109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107587174294331109' title='Platonic Friends'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107549997101813642</id><published>2004-01-30T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T17:01:44.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School is a bitch</title><content type='html'>Anyone who has been keeping up with the site can probably see that my posts have definetly slowed down are not done as often.  This is because of school.  My schedule was not confirmed and needed some work, so things have been crazy.  Things are starting to normailze so hopefully I will be able to post more in the future.  Just be patient, knowledge is worth waiting for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107549997101813642?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107549997101813642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107549997101813642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107549997101813642' title='School is a bitch'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107530473424872497</id><published>2004-01-28T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T10:52:07.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am the sweetest guy ever!!!</title><content type='html'>Repeatedly people are trying to call me out since I claimed to be the sweetest guy ever a few posts ago(Jan 24).  They keep coming to me saying "Damien, your mean!" or "Damien, u aint nice!!!"  Well I got something to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIN'T SAY I WAS NICE, SAID I WAS SWEET!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you are wondering whats the difference, well damnit, there is a difference.  I am not nice, I will admit that.  Often I am mean and bitter, and if u feel that way about me u can S*ck m* d**k!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, when I say sweet, I mean that I do nice things sweet and romantic things for whoever I am with or trying to be with.  I do things many guys don't do and take for granted (like cook.  I mean if u really wanna impress a girl, cook for her).  Also I do stuff without reason.  Who needs a holiday?  But I will say that to many people, I am pretty mean.  I don't do favors, don't like sharing, and am always threatening to leave someone behind or denying a ride to someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope this clarifies things and if u have something to say bout it u can leave a comment where u see the word comment below!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107530473424872497?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107530473424872497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107530473424872497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107530473424872497' title='I am the sweetest guy ever!!!'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107484712517436144</id><published>2004-01-23T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T03:40:48.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazon.com: Books: The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio: How to Go Down on a Man and Give Him Mind-Blowing Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/tg/detail/-/1573441511/ref=pd_bxgy_img_2/104-9578776-4874317?v=glance&amp;s=books"&gt;Amazon.com: Books: The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio: How to Go Down on a Man and Give Him Mind-Blowing Pleasure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching Amazon and found this.  Though I would share this with everybody cause if only high schools would give this out to every freshman class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a book on cunnilingus too, and since u can look inside it I read part of the first chapter, which was interesting.  Very interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107484712517436144?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107484712517436144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107484712517436144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107484712517436144' title='Amazon.com: Books: The Ultimate Guide to Fellatio: How to Go Down on a Man and Give Him Mind-Blowing Pleasure'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107479888884439485</id><published>2004-01-22T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T14:16:51.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signals: The Tru Confusion!</title><content type='html'>Why is it so hard so many times to read signals from the opposite sex?  At first I was gonna make this post as an angry man and talk about how women are crazy and all the games, etc.  Then I realized that I push some of the same BS.  I have taken girls out I didn't like, have led to be interested when I wasn't, and have shown almost no interest when I really was.  So it is universal, but I still think girls are worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, what possesses someone to go on a date with someone you have no interest in, or purposely not calling someone you really like.  Some of it is done because we do not want to seem pressed (overly anxious), but a lotta times people are just damn confusing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everybody need to just put everything out there when looking for a relationship and stuff.  I am all about now literally asking girls "what is goin on wit us?" cause I aint tryin to do no guesswork.  Its like I gotta be Sherlock Holmes just to figure out if a girl is feelin me or not.  There are some signs that tend to give stuff away like blatant touching and stuff, but apparently that could just be flirting.  I kno we as guys do that kinda stuff all the time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem with this post is there is no funny analysis at the end.  Its just sad, and I doubt it will ever end.  I just hope one day people can start bein real wit each other and stop fakin so much.  One day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107479888884439485?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107479888884439485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107479888884439485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107479888884439485' title='Signals: The Tru Confusion!'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107473142786813436</id><published>2004-01-21T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T14:05:30.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killin that bitterness</title><content type='html'>I have been gettin a few comments that I am gettin a little bitter, a problem I had in my past and tried to leave behind with this site.  SO to supplement all the problems and wrong things with men and women trying to get together, I will throw in what I call "Romantic Allusions" every once in awhile.  I have been without someone very important o me for awhile cause of winter break, now she is back, I feel in a better mood, so expect the first one tonite or tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ones who don't really kno me, I am the sweetest guy ever, seriously.  I mean look at my stance on playas and being fake and how I really am should be apparent.  Just for those who are mistaken, these allusions will help yall see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107473142786813436?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107473142786813436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107473142786813436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473142786813436' title='Killin that bitterness'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107473106500728928</id><published>2004-01-21T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T19:26:26.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls and "horniness" simplified and apologies</title><content type='html'>My apologies.  My last post did come off a little sexist and wrong, but it really wasn't serious like my other posts, more like an obvious exaggeration of something I have noticed.  What I really want to say is guys are extremely hornier than girls.  This is so extreme at times it seems like only we are horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have taken more care to exhibit some tact as I approached the subject, but I kinda just did it in retaliation to some comment I kinda made earlier and a comment someone left me.  So as I said before I am sorry I came off like that and my real point is that girls are nowhere near horny like guys are.  Also, is there another word for horny, I feel so childish sayin it!  Oh, and sorry for the hoes comment, it seemed right at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But please, u have to agree with me on this one.  Girls are nowhere as horny as the average guy.   A lotta the points I made are tru in general.  I do feel that guys will do a lot more for sex and will sacrifice more often, and this could lead someone to make some of the comments I did, but there was some truth in what I said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107473106500728928?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107473106500728928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107473106500728928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107473106500728928' title='Girls and &quot;horniness&quot; simplified and apologies'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107464960987939315</id><published>2004-01-20T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T19:26:45.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls Don't Get Horny!!!</title><content type='html'>I kno I am gonna get a lotta comments about this one, especially from girls, but I have come to the following conclusion:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Girls Don't Get Horny!!!&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they do, but they never show it and it happens so rarely compared to guys (***edit**).  Girls never seem to truly want sex, barely do they actually ask 4 it or even say they want it.  It'll take weeks of separation for a female to become remotely horny.  A girl can be butt naked with a guy, about to have sex, and change her mind with the quickness over somethin small.  Obviously, ya'll aint that horny.  This has been talked about a lot by comedians and stuff, but if I am about to have sex, u could rob my room, run is screaming fire, or tell me Osama Bin Laden himself is outside with biological weapon and I am not stopping.  I ignore telephone calls, IMs, people at the door, police, and people screaming in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, females seem to be able to stop thinking about sex for the smallest thing.  A knock on the door, a phone call, or a weird noise will stop things dead in their tracks.  Also, men will do almost anything for sex, women aren't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last point, was something one of my female friends actually told me.  If Halle Berry, Gabrielle Union, or Lisa Raye wanted to have sex with me, I would do it, assuming I am not taken (I'm super faithful).  She wouldn't have to call me, acknowledge it happened, or even look me in the eye after.  The girl I talked to said if the guy she liked (I really don't remember or care who it was.  Remember my post on girls talkin bout guys) she would not just sleep with him no questions asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my conclusion is girls just barely get horny.  Its so bad, I was actually convinced at one point in my life, dead serious, that girls never got horny at all and the only reason they had sex was cause the guy convinced them or to please him.  I now kno this aint the case, but it seems damn close sometimes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107464960987939315?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107464960987939315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107464960987939315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464960987939315' title='Girls Don&apos;t Get Horny!!!'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107464062269547005</id><published>2004-01-20T18:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:19:02.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The WB - Update</title><content type='html'>Well the friend who got caught kissin up on her new man in the club contacted me and was concerned about what I was saying in the post.  The post was on Monday, January 19, in case u haven't read it.  Although very little of the post is about her, she was upset.  I am now letting the world kno that she apparently has always liked him and never tried to convince me otherwise.  This was destined to happen and should come as very little surprise to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense, I want to say that's a damn lie!  A mutual friend (D) agrees wit me and says she tried hard to make us believe she had no feelings for him and I still think this is a good example of the intoxicating atmosphere of the club.  That is why u should not meet people at the club.  Just don't do it, DAMN!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107464062269547005?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107464062269547005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107464062269547005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107464062269547005' title='The WB - Update'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107463850563743849</id><published>2004-01-20T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T17:43:44.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Save Her</title><content type='html'>I am really into Down South Rap and Project Pat is one of my favorite rappers.  I was listenin to one of his albums, "Mista Don't Play", and the song "Don't Save Her" came on.  I thought to myself how tru it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The famous line he says in the prologue which inspired this post was "U can't turn a hoe into a housewife."  This also applies to guys too cause "u can't make a hustler a husband," and that quote is all me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hoe, in my eyes, is a girl who barely ever saw a dick she didn't like.  Also included is chickenheads, both of these are not gonna make good wives.  I will go into the definitions more later.  With the hustler, it includes the playa too and is broad.  It includes guys who can't stay faithful and those who are in and out of jail (Thug Theory Reference).  This is a very important concept, u can't change em so except it or leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A hoe is gonna be a hoe, a hustler will continue to hustle.  If u are with one of these types of people, leave them!  They are gonna mess up your life.  I don't speak from experience, really, but its obvious.  If u wit a hoe "stop saving these hoes and let another n*gga get em" (Dont Save Her).  Its too late for her/him, move on.  It might be hard, but its for the best.  Plus, as someone on Comicview said: Hoes are for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107463850563743849?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107463850563743849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107463850563743849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107463850563743849' title='Don&apos;t Save Her'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107452473550331131</id><published>2004-01-19T09:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T18:19:54.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Club (Revisited) - The WB</title><content type='html'>Why is it the club able to make u act in new ways.  People who aint even drunk still find themselves goin crazy doin stuff they been fighting from months.  This is one reason u don't meet people at the club (I'm gonna keep sayin this till everyone feels me), cause that aint how they really are, so your tryin on blind faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone I kno (really it aint me) went to a club and began to make out wit a guy she has tried to convince me and a bunch of other people she really don't like.  What does this mean?  Did she really like him, was she just caught up in the music, is anything gonna evolve from it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I think of it, I aint really had nuthin to say, just wanted to put my friend out there cause she wanted to say some stuff.  Should put her name out there, but I'll save that in case she comes at me wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Update posted Jan 20, 2004.***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107452473550331131?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107452473550331131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107452473550331131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107452473550331131' title='The Club (Revisited) - The WB'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107433703969760076</id><published>2004-01-17T05:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-17T05:59:15.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>Now for every post, u can add your own comments.  I really want people to be tellin me if they think I am write or wrong.  If ya'll don't tell me, I will never kno!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107433703969760076?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107433703969760076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107433703969760076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107433703969760076' title='Comments'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107427826219337350</id><published>2004-01-16T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T13:39:36.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thug Theory Again</title><content type='html'>When I first opened this site I put up a post on the thug theory, but barely anyone was readin it then.  Aint too many people readin it now, but enuff that I need to touch on it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thug Theory is one of my biggest works, and problems.  Basically, girls want thugs, black girls at least, and its sad.  Some of the nicest girls, who are going to school, looking to become something, and goin places, want guys with criminal records, can't graduate high school, and aint doin nuthin wit they lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, being an educated black man, get passed over for some guy who is my age, doesn't like or wanna go to college, and spends all day at the corner.  This is wrong because I want an educate black woman, but it was hard to find mine, and that aint right.  Too many of em dating thugs or wanna be thugs, and its crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not just among black people.  I know for many white girls, they seem to mess with "assholes" who don't really respect em or treat them right.  Also, they aint doin nuthin with their lives either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically this just causes everyone to lose.  Because good guys become thugs and assholes because they will get more girls that way.  Its so sad!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107427826219337350?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107427826219337350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107427826219337350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107427826219337350' title='Thug Theory Again'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107422845324513122</id><published>2004-01-15T23:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-15T23:51:54.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Player Found</title><content type='html'>Gotta let ya'll kno, but this girl, who we will call Kris, is a playa.  I repeat:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Kris is a female player!!!!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I had to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect this often, she just said I wouldn't do it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107422845324513122?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107422845324513122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107422845324513122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107422845324513122' title='Player Found'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107413577058111407</id><published>2004-01-14T20:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T22:04:42.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Average Joe</title><content type='html'>I love the show Average Joe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If u haven't seen it u must because it illustrates one of my most ideal principles, gettin to kno a person despite their physical appearance.  I am not saying you should only mess with ugly people or you should be with someone you don't find attractive at all, but people really need to start looking at personality and stuff.  Me personally, I value personality a lot.  U can be fine, sex can be good, but if I can't bear a phone conversation wit u, your gettin dropped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basis of the show, which comes on NBC at 10pm on Tuesdays, is a reality show.  They took a model, fine as hell, and placed her on an island with a bunch of nerdy, not to attractive, average to bad looking guys.  She is forced to go on dates with them and get to kno them.  The beauty of it is she is actually starting to like some of the guys, who almost brought her to tears when she first saw them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This illustrates my point about people looking past looks.  While I am not saying to start getting with ugly people, if someone does not wow u at first, u can still talk to them.  First off, the OK person your talking to now, will become beautiful if u find that u really click with them.  Also, I actually am against dating someone who is extremely fine.  This is because u will prolly do more than u usually would for them and also they will constantly have people trying to get with them, which really could cause problems.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107413577058111407?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107413577058111407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107413577058111407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413577058111407' title='Average Joe'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107413077698402079</id><published>2004-01-14T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T20:41:28.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107413077698402079?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107413077698402079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107413077698402079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413077698402079' title=''/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107407174264828752</id><published>2004-01-14T04:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T04:18:16.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny, not sure it relates</title><content type='html'>I got this from the profile of my friend.  Not sure it relates, but its funny and has a good moral behind it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elephant and a mouse are walking together through the jungle when the elephant falls into a very large hole. The hole is so large that the elephant is unable to climb out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the mouse says "Hold on, I'll get something to drag you out" and leaves. A little while later the mouse returns driving a Porsche. and with a rope tied to the bumper bar, he drags the elephant out of the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two friends continue their stroll through the jungle when all of a sudden, the mouse falls into a hole.The elephant immediately stands over the hole and squatting over it, lowers his penis so the mouse can grab it and lift himself out of the hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral of the story: If your dick is long enough you dont need a Porsche.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107407174264828752?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107407174264828752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107407174264828752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107407174264828752' title='Funny, not sure it relates'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107397946487016174</id><published>2004-01-13T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T02:38:22.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is the call so important?</title><content type='html'>This is pretty obvious and has been talked about a long time, but why do females place so much emphasis on the phone call.  Why must there be constant, often several times per day, phone calls.  As a guy I am not a big fan of callin ALL THE TIME.  I understand calling and see its important, but sometimes its too much.  Its OK if u don't talk for a little while, I am still alive and I am OK, I just got thangs to take care off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of u might think that this is resulting of some problem with my girl over calling, but actually it isn't her that even made me think about it, but one of my female friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this made me think, this has been a problem for me for years.  I don't return calls, at least I used to never do it.  Now I have gotten better, but I would never call girls back, even when I said I would.  Not to be mean, but just because I wasn't a big phone person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact that women like to talk on the phone with guys is not that unsettling.  The problem is they often refuse to call back!!!  They will obsess over the fact that they don't receive a call, but often refuse to call him, sometimes just to see how long it takes.  At different points in the relationship, calling habits should be different.  Sometimes the act of talking is not that important, but the guy must call.  Seems odd to me, and I really don't understand it.  Anyone who wants to shed some light on it can do that for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107397946487016174?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107397946487016174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107397946487016174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107397946487016174' title='Why is the call so important?'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107345485683179973</id><published>2004-01-07T00:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T00:54:35.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Females and their weapons</title><content type='html'>Has anyone ever thought guys do not have anywhere near as many things to get girls with that girls have to attract guys with.  As explained in Seinfield (funny ass show no matter what anyone says), the female body is a thing of beauty, while the male body is built for function.  Lets examine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men are attracted to the female body.  The breasts, butt, legs, hips, and general shape/stomach are all things we love.  Some are more important than others, and some are easily changed through exercise or plastic surgery.  Women have about 5 tools in the body alone to seduce women with.  Why are we just caught short?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys can have a nice muscular physique.  With that, there are mainly abs and arms, but it still is one general thing.  Usually your are ripped all through the upper body.  In addition, we have ... damn!  That's bout it!  Girls don't really talk bout butts too much, legs seems to be nice, but rarely talked about.  So basically a man's body as a nice shape or doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just unfair.  So little in this area we have to work with.  And we all know a nice body can sometimes make up for the worst face (at least with most guys).  Also, the problem of chest hair seems to be less worry for women.  Plus, I think men can find damn near anything bout a women's body beautiful (feet, hands, armpits, back), besides back, this seems to be something only women have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biggest proof that female bodies are nicer is the fact they have so many different types of clothes to choose from.  So many of them are very form fitting or reveal a lot of skin, showin of the beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Face&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I think it might be kinda equal.  I don't find men's faces attractive, but women seem to put as much into it as guys do.  So here we are equal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Black, I only really kno about black people hair.  If u don't kno (unfortunately many white and Asians don't) black people's hair is very complex and intricate.  It is naturally very curly, but that depends on your if your mixed and your ancestry.  It can be straightened with a perm, and then styled.  I'm not goin into detail about it, ask a black woman for more info, its a 2 hour conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most men have short hair.  If your hair is short, it usual has waves, is faded, or is even all around.  If it is long, its prolly braided.  Some guys get their hair permed (i.e. Snoop Dogg), they are called pimps!  Not a lotta stuff we can do without gettin carried by everyone we know.  There are few perms, jerry curls, full afro's, coolio looks, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Women can go short or long.  Color their hair.  Permed or natural.  Braided or straight.  Highlights, streaks.  Up or Down.  There are a lotta things women can do with their hair, including putting someone else's hair in their head.  Obviously women really got men beat here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is my conclusion.  Women have so many tools of beauty at their disposal that gives them an advantage.  Why do u think guys are always horny and lookin for sex, while women don't get horny (Yeah I said it!  Women don't get horny!!!)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107345485683179973?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107345485683179973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107345485683179973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107345485683179973' title='Females and their weapons'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107344386329311027</id><published>2004-01-06T21:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:52:47.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shout out to my Girl</title><content type='html'>Even though I hate it when people can't help but mention their boyfriend/girlfriend every time I talk to them, I thought it was only right that I say somethin to my girl.  The other day she finally read my blog, and actually didn't curse me out or say anything bad bout it.  I was shocked!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywayz, just wanted to give her a shout out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107344386329311027?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107344386329311027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107344386329311027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107344386329311027' title='Shout out to my Girl'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107326454770878942</id><published>2004-01-04T19:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:02:46.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Guys Turned Bad</title><content type='html'>Recently I saw the movie "Love Don't Cost A Thing".  The basic premise of the movie is a nerdy, uncool, but very smart black guy gives up $1500 to become popular and a player.  Basically, a good man, turns bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This touched me very hard, because it illustrated a concept I developed over the summer.  A lot of these playas and womanizers that women complain about either used to be "good guys", or had potential to be respectful and nice boyfriends.  Women corrupted them!  The fact is, a "good guy" has no incentive to be kind, respectful, and caring other than his own sense of morals.  Females almost refuse to mess with a nice guys, because he is too nice.  As Chritstina "Fine as Hell" Millian said in the movie, girls don't like nice guys, because they seem needy.  Guys should act like they don't need females in order to get em.  Sounds crazy, but so true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, if your looking to find a girlfriend or a girl in general, the nice guy who cares about women will always lose to the womanizer.  I understand that players do have better skills for talkin to women, but girls never seem to see through the BS, even though any guy can, and will often warn the girl b4 hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in conclusion as I learned, u can't be the nice guy.  I was the nice guy, but no more.  I am far from an ass, and still have many nice qualities, because I am too nice to be like that, but I have learned not to be so nice.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when u hear a girl complaining about how there are no good men out there, tell her there are, but she refuses to mess wit any of them.  She wants a thug, playa, pimp, ass, etc. As long as it is not a nice guy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107326454770878942?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107326454770878942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107326454770878942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107326454770878942' title='Good Guys Turned Bad'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107309994504723616</id><published>2004-01-02T21:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T00:11:50.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Players and Hoes</title><content type='html'>Almost everyone has heard the argument about players and hoes.  Basically, if a guy sleeps around a lot, he is a player.  If a girl sleeps around a lot, she is a hoe.  Many girls argue that they are not hoes just because they like to have sex, but are just female players.  Lil Kim even said somethin bout this in that song she did wit Christina Aguilera.  I got somethin to say bout this to ya'll "female players" ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE NOT A PLAYER, YOU ARE A HOE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I said that let me explain, because I prolly offended some people (like I really care).  But remember, I hate wanna be players, so I don't care if your offended.  But let me get to the point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, for a guy to be a player (don't like male players either.  Remember: I am a career player hater) he has to work.  For a guy to get sex (unless he is ridiculously good-lookin) he has to work.  Has to buy something, say the right things, perfect his game.  This is because in our society, guys are the aggressors, the ones that seek the females (in general).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a female to be a "player". She simply has to look OK and say yes.  Many guys will sleep with whoever, no matter your physical condition, mental health, body odor, or lack of intelligence.  There are some exceptions, and I am not talking about marrying to gettin in a relationship, but just sex.  There is a guy that will hit anything with a pussy.  So girls don't have to put forth the effort.  Any female can sleep with a lot of guys easily, but the reverse is not true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my belief on the situation.  The only female players are the ones who get money and gifts while giving little to no sex at all.  But a girl who just likes dick, and can get with a lot of guys is no player, but a hoe.  I will prolly have to elaborate on this, but don't feel like it now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107309994504723616?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107309994504723616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107309994504723616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107309994504723616' title='Players and Hoes'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107295776702711061</id><published>2004-01-01T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T06:49:44.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year's</title><content type='html'>Not excited, really don't care anymore.  Not even in a depressed mood or nuthin, just dont care bout it, but ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy New Years&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107295776702711061?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107295776702711061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107295776702711061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107295776702711061' title='Happy New Year&apos;s'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107295729044659687</id><published>2004-01-01T06:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T06:44:13.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Player Hater</title><content type='html'>Just need to emphasize that I am a career playa hata.  But what does that really mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  I hate on anyone who is or wants to be a player.&lt;br /&gt;-  I don't like players.&lt;br /&gt;-  Playa hating is my job.&lt;br /&gt;-  I will go out of my way to playa hate, because it is my job.&lt;br /&gt;-  I will proudly wear a player hater (c) brand t-shirt (I seen them b4, they might not sell them anymore).&lt;br /&gt;-  If u are playin someone I don't kno, and I don't kno u, its still my business, cause its my job to hate.&lt;br /&gt;-  I will hate as hard as possible.&lt;br /&gt;-  Players are the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;-  Don't call yourself a player when u aint, cause u annoy me most, and I will put all your sh*t out there!&lt;br /&gt;-  Did I say I don't like players&lt;br /&gt;-  If u a playa, I don't like yo ass, cause I don't like players (I realize I'm startin to repeat myself)&lt;br /&gt;-  If u say "don't hate, congratulate" in front of me, your getting back-handed.&lt;br /&gt;-  If u say "don't hate the player, hate the game" in front of me, your getting dummy slapped.&lt;br /&gt;-  Playa hating comes before everything (except God and money)!  If your a friend or my family, u will be dummy slapped just the same!&lt;br /&gt;-  Damn I hate players!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's bout it.  Figured I should let everyone kno a couple of my rules and what not.  Also, don't forget pimps are playas too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Females are playas too!  Damn, there are more female playas than male.&lt;br /&gt;Note: Playa = Player, and vice versa.&lt;br /&gt;Note: I do not condone hittin women, so girls wont be dummy slapped, but I'll throw somethin at u! U aint gettin off that easy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107295729044659687?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107295729044659687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107295729044659687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107295729044659687' title='Career Player Hater'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107284537094817311</id><published>2003-12-30T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:36:28.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls talkin bout guys</title><content type='html'>Ain't nuthin more annoying to me than to have a female talk to me about other guys and how they look.  It don't matter whether it be my girlfriend, a friend, or the random stranger, stop it.  It doesn't matter if I want to be with whichever girl is doin it, I just don't wanna hear bout how some guy looks so good.  If I am in front of females, I do not talk bout how fine any girl is, just to be nice.  In general, I usually don't hear guys talkin bout how fine (good looking) someone is when there are females present.  This really aint got nuthin to do wit relationships, but neither did my AT&amp;T post.  But this is closely related and very irritating.  I kno somebody has to feel (agree) me on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107284537094817311?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107284537094817311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107284537094817311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284537094817311' title='Girls talkin bout guys'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107284389991268633</id><published>2003-12-30T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T23:11:57.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Player</title><content type='html'>The player is devastating and is never any good to anybody ... at least the way I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never have been, never wanted to be, and will always despise players.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a player as someone who uses people of the opposite sex without consideration and for their own benefit.  This includes the people who sleep will do all they can to sleep wit a girl, then drop her.  It also includes the girl who keeps 4 guys around so she always has a date, lets them buy her stuff, but is not interested in any or just one.  My definition of player is big and encompassing, and there a million types of player.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A player is never any good to anyone because they only benefit themselves and do not help anybody else.  Some important literature to examine is "Def Jam's How to be a Player".  It is a movie that u can get for $6 on DVD at Wal-mart.  This movie gives a good picture of the ideal player.  He has several girlfriends, none kno bout the others, they all want regular sex, and they all give great sex.  Oh almost, forgot to say they all fine.  Basically, all these girls think they are special, but I am sure none of them would be willing to share him.  In the end, only the player is truly well off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a career playa hater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107284389991268633?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107284389991268633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107284389991268633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284389991268633' title='The Player'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107284107759853201</id><published>2003-12-30T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T22:25:14.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Droppin Knowledge</title><content type='html'>I know this sounds a lil arrogant, but I came to the conclusion that I am droppin serious knowledge on the masses and I am trying hard to spread the knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107284107759853201?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107284107759853201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107284107759853201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284107759853201' title='Droppin Knowledge'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107265433923396850</id><published>2003-12-28T18:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T18:32:36.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Calling Rules</title><content type='html'>A couple of my female friends been askin me y all guys are foul.  I answer by saying we are not, but my friends just keep messin wit foul ones (they don't agree with me on meeting people at the club).  So they came back at me askin how do u tell if a guy if foul.  This led me to come up with some calling rules.  DO's and DON'Ts thatgirls shoudl look for when talking to a guy over the phone.  I am not sure why I am clueing girls into this, but I guess I am againts foul guys too, cause they make guys look bad in general, ruining chances for nice guys like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look, read, think, learn, and don't say I never gave ya'll (females) nuthin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: The talk is real long (3 hours).&lt;br /&gt;Bad: U can't keep him on for more than 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: You talk about meaningful things like what he does, what he likes, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: U can't get past what he had for lunch and the fact he overpaid for the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: He wants to take u out.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: He wants to come by and ... uhhh, watch a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: He doesn't ask to take u out for a week, and whenever is good for u.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: He wants to come by your place at 3am, 3 hours after getting your number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: He wonders about what u look for in relationships, asks bout the ex's.&lt;br /&gt;Bad: He wonders what gets u wet and what kinda condom u like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: He goes on about your beauty.&lt;br /&gt;Bad:   He goes on about your booty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: He talks bout how he met u on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;Bad:   He talks bout how he booked u at the club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I can think of now, I might append this later.  If u come up wit any, u can e-mail me using the link at the side of the page.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107265433923396850?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107265433923396850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107265433923396850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107265433923396850' title='Calling Rules'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107244144880042798</id><published>2003-12-26T07:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T07:24:25.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Serious</title><content type='html'>I'm Serious.  Don't try and meet nobody at the club.  Not sure why I am typing this again, but I am really tired, I should have been asleep a long time ago and I need to kill time.  But really ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT LOOK FOR YOUR GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND AT THE CLUB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course there are exceptions to this and the fact is that not everyone at the club will treat u foul in the long run.  It really is one of those safety measures.  Its like buying a lottery ticket.  There is a chance u will win, but most likely it will just be a waste of time and money.  Think bout that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107244144880042798?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107244144880042798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107244144880042798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107244144880042798' title='I&apos;m Serious'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107242862888616824</id><published>2003-12-26T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T03:58:32.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Club (Simplified)</title><content type='html'>To those who ain't (isn't) tryin to read my last post, read this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DON'T SERIOUSLY TALK TO PEOPLE AT THE CLUB!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, there are so many better places to meet your next girl/guy (girlfriend/boyfriend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple people I am talkin to directly, and I hope yall do read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107242862888616824?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107242862888616824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107242862888616824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107242862888616824' title='The Club (Simplified)'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107242845014915592</id><published>2003-12-26T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T03:57:50.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Club</title><content type='html'>Last night I went to the club.  Nuthin Special, I used to go all the time over the summer, but that was in Texas.  I am in Maryland (PG County) now and the clubs just don't seem like as much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always think the club is an interesting place, if u actually think bout it.  I am one of those guys that go to dance and chill.  Especially now that I got a girl I don't book (get their phone number) anyone at the club, but I refuse to seriously mess (date) anyone at the club.  I am lookin for someone who is serious, is doin somethin with their life, and aint playin games.  The chances of me meeting this girl at the club is too low to justify tryin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I recommend to everyone, to do what I do when u go to the club: dance, act the fool, talk to whoever, and try to leave wit somebody (if u lookin to smash (have sex)).  Don't look for your next girlfriend/boyfriend at the club or your future spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heavily felt (agreed with) on this one.  Too many people feel (agree) me on this, cause the club is meant for fun, not to really meet somebody.  To be honest, I am not the intelligent, respectful, nice guy I am everywhere.  Just find it hard to give full respect to the random chick I am grindin (dancin) wit or talkin too.  What can I do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107242845014915592?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107242845014915592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107242845014915592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107242845014915592' title='The Club'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107224586379858677</id><published>2003-12-24T00:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T01:04:39.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tryin to hard not to be pressed</title><content type='html'>I was talkin to a friend of mine who was trying to figure out whether or not she should call this guy.  I told her to do it, and was forced to explain my stance.  I came back at her tellin her that u can't let your desire not to be pressed get in the way of talking to someone u like.  Also, they hadn't talked yesterday, so it didn't look that bad.  This is a problem I think comes up.  Its hard for a guy (at least me often) to tell if the girl is interested in him.  One reason is cause sometimes ya'll try to hard to not look pressed (obsessed).  I understand this, cause no one wants a needy or clingy girl, but damn, u can call the guy back.  Its OK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be happy till people stop tryin to play little phone games and stuff and will start being honest.  I aint perfect, but damned if I don't try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107224586379858677?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107224586379858677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107224586379858677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107224586379858677' title='Tryin to hard not to be pressed'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107215850809562973</id><published>2003-12-23T00:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T00:49:27.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Interested but not pressed!</title><content type='html'>I came to this realization when I was out doin some Christmas shopping, included in the group was 2 of my female friends.  One of them was talking to a guy she liked and the other was saying something about not seeing pressed.  For those outside of the DC/Maryland area, pressed means to be obsessed in a sense, but not as strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, girls always tell me about the lengths they go to so they don't seem pressed over a guy, which I think is crazy for a couple reasons.  The main one is that a lot of the times a guy will never kno the girl even likes him because she does not want to seem pressed, and its hard enough to decipher the female mind, so this makes things worst.  This is when I had my epiphany.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is more than OK to show your interested without being pressed.  In attempts not to be pressed, people aint even acting interested, which is a big problem.  I, as well as a lotta guys, like to kno a girl is interested.  While being obsessed, clingy, and pressed is bad, interested is good, at least to me.  More to come on this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107215850809562973?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107215850809562973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107215850809562973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107215850809562973' title='Being Interested but not pressed!'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107200276925574563</id><published>2003-12-21T05:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T05:33:04.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Games We Play</title><content type='html'>Why when getting with someone or tryin to get with someone are there so many games played.  There is the phone tag, and making sure u don't seem pressed, but still lookin interested.  Also, u gotta be able to tell girls what they wanna here, not what u really mean.  For most of my life I thought the way to get a girl was being truthful because the truth was best.  Thats a lie!  Thats y its called game.  After u get your girl, u should stop the games.  We need to all learn to just be real wit each other (i.e. Are we gonna smash or not, cause I got someplace to go!!!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107200276925574563?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107200276925574563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107200276925574563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107200276925574563' title='The Games We Play'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107200200076755344</id><published>2003-12-21T05:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T05:20:15.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Good Girls Love Bad Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://enotalone.com/article/2512.html"&gt;Why Good Girls Love Bad Boys&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an Article helping to talk about one of my theories.  Look, examin, learn.  It will be useful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107200200076755344?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107200200076755344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107200200076755344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107200200076755344' title='Why Good Girls Love Bad Boys'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107199147420908608</id><published>2003-12-21T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T02:24:49.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AT&amp;T Wireless is Horrible</title><content type='html'>I know this is not related to the theme of my blog, but since I can post whatever, I thought I would let everyone know that AT&amp;T wireless sucks and avoid it at all costs.  The service is bad, the plans are expensive, and the customer service is average at best.  Not sure what comany is best, but I plan leave as soon as possible and encourage anyone else to follow suite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107199147420908608?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107199147420908608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107199147420908608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107199147420908608' title='AT&amp;T Wireless is Horrible'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107198654166313500</id><published>2003-12-21T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T01:02:36.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Thug Theory</title><content type='html'>Why do good girls like bad boys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have called this the thug theory, becuase for many black girls it seems to manifest that they want thugs or wanna be thugs.  I got a problem wit this cause I am a college student who aint been arrested and am doin well in school.   I am just touchin on this now, but ya'll kno its tru and its a blower.  U don't kno how many girls in this school doin real good wit the boyfriend that aint even finished high school.  Think bout that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107198654166313500?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107198654166313500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107198654166313500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107198654166313500' title='The Thug Theory'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6231598.post-107198505676853577</id><published>2003-12-21T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T01:19:52.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Opening Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I just started this because I saw it in my Google toolbar and I was finished with my finals, so I decided to put this up.  If u kno me well, I am always coming up with theories on relationships, mainly about Females, but a lot of theories anywayz.  I figures this would be a good way to get some feedback and record them all.  Don't nobody get mad, cause its just what I am thinkin.  And I do have a girlfriend, so this aint just me comin up wit stuff.  A lotta these are based off of black people, but can be universally applied.  Hope its interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6231598-107198505676853577?l=dpthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107198505676853577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6231598/posts/default/107198505676853577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dpthoughts.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107198505676853577' title='Opening Thoughts'/><author><name>ddocta</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
