What men want according to a woman (By Kam)

What do men want in women?
As a girl I can honestly say I havnt a clue… I can only guess a few stereotypical common things…but what they reaaally want I havnt quite figured out yet….
Guys want a lot of things I think, but in women they want someone who shows them love, affection and attention. Someone he can trust and someone cool enough not to get too overprotective and jealous. Someone who will allow some freedom, and understands guy time and sports time etc. Someone who gets on well with his friends. A woman who shows respect and treats him right. Being a good cook can’t hurt! One who makes a man the best version of himself, and challenges/motivates/inspires him. Then of course they want her to be hot! Or sexy or cute or whatever they fancy. ‘Hot’ varies on taste but they want an attractive woman. One theyr not afraid to be seen with, and one they can spend so much time with without getting bored. A girl who can have a laugh, not take things too seriously. Someone fun and that they can have endless fun with, in every way possible. Someone who can hold a decent conversation and although men hate to feel emasculated by being outwitted by a woman I’m sure deep down its impressive.
Men want a woman they feel a Waant for. Someone they can make happy.
Is such a woman even real? Is this what men even want? Such an odd species…men!

No wait I’m wrong, I just described some men I forgot about the others, I described the idealistic ones but I forgot the men that just want… And Lool this is just my afterthought. Some men want a girl who will have ‘fun’ and be cool with just that alone without getting serious. One who might not mind how many other girls are after/before her. Cause she just wants exactly what the guy wants and nothing more. This man would ideally like a steady stream of hot girls ready to give their number, get to know then whatever else. Someone to ease the pain of boredom or sexual frustration! Then there’s men that want more then one girl at the same time, then there’s some men who want men. Some want casual relationships, some want actual relationships and some want a family. What men want is one thing in the end maybe, but what they want in between is a whole different story.


Tidal Wave by Azizur Jazeem Cassabi Rahman. Part 2

 You guys did it you made it hit 100 view before Monday so here it is part 2 of izzys story.

“Wooo! Let’s make an exit then shall we? J”

Her reply would suggest I just DID agree to go back to hers for some hanky panky.

I found myself panicking a little as I said goodbye to all the guys, they were beyond surprised to say the least.

“Izzy, you filthy little soomka!!!”

Shouted Spig with a huge naughty grin on his face. It wasn’t enough to make me LOL though as not even I knew how I was going to get myself out of this one. It was a tricky situation indeed.

She got into the car and sat on the passenger side as we drove down Edgware road and passed the Marble Arch roundabout. London was still thriving @ 1:45 am and the bums and pervs were in top form tonight as they prowled the brightly lit streets of Central London.

We didn’t talk much in the car, well I didn’t… She did however; the alcohol was in full control of her by now. Her speech was slurred and she wasn’t making much sense, she didn’t need a reply from me as she was having enough fun by herself.

As we continued driving I was pondering on the thought that had occurred to me earlier at the Shisha Café. Why would this person just enter my mind so randomly? It actually scared me, It scared me A LOT. When I calmed down a little I started to think about it logically and it wasn’t long after that when it dawned on me how much of an effect this person has actually had on me. They’re words, beliefs, view on life, morals and values. It’s weird… I can’t quite explain it, it’s like when you want to do something bad/evil but the conscience inside of you tries its best to deter you whilst whispering in your ear “don’t do it…!” Except in my case, the only thing I could compare this conscience to was this person, you could say it even influenced my view on Hana and how I behaved around her.

The thought had now matured a lot more now as I explored it further. As dangerous as it was, I found myself whisked away in that funky imagination of mine and started night dreaming whilst driving @ 2am. I envisioned myself on a beautiful deserted island; in the presence of a storm. The skies were dark and foreboding and the gusts of wind that slashed against my body were strong enough to knock me over. As I stood alone on the sandy beach I saw on the horizon of the sea what looked like a wave forming and heading towards me. A menacing, gargantuan and terrifying wave that just seemed to grow larger and larger, accompanied by the thunderous sounds of a really pissed off and angry ocean: A Tidal Wave.

It’s pretty damn clear what any normal person would do if they saw a Tidal Wave violently booming towards them at over 200mph, they would turn around and run as fast as the laws of physics would allow them to in a bid to save their own lives. But me? I decided to stay and face it. I pictured myself standing in this serene beach on a small uncharted island with nothing but the exotic palm trees and miles upon miles of rock and tropical undergrowth behind me. Eyes calmly shut with no hint of a clenched eyelid, head tilted back in anticipation and arms subtly spread beside my body. I waited for my Tidal Wave to approach me as I felt the heat of the sand below my feet and each and every grain between my toes. I braced myself.

And then it hit me, the sudden realization, that epiphany moment, when it feels like a million and one things just hit you all together at once. It was overwhelming, it was powerful, it was scary, it was a revelation and it woke me up. Yet, it was only ‘one’ thing. And it wasn’t what I was expecting it to be. The profound effect this person had on me can only be compared to the Tidal Wave I envisioned. This person? This person was MY TIDAL WAVE.

Hana was awfully quiet; I snapped out of this fantasy in my head and looked to my left to see her totally zonked out. I had a lucky escape. The sat nav in my car bought me directly outside her house and I was forced to wake her up. Something I should have thought about twice, because the moment her dark mascara laden eyes opened she threw up all over the passenger side of the car. My brother is actually going to kill me as it was his BMW I borrowed for the night. She was in a state, she was crying, she didn’t want to be alone and it was clear her break up was having a really bad effect on her. There wasn’t much that could be done really, to cut it short she apologised and invited me in to her flat.

I took some cleaning products from the kitchen and cleaned out the car, it wasn’t anywhere near enough though, cos the sour stench of her vomit was actually unimaginable. Seriously. It was ERRRGGGHHHHH. So I returned to her flat for something a lot more potent, upon entering I saw her crashed out on her bed. I quietly tip toed into the kitchen and luckily found some Febreeze! I went back to my car and finished the whole bottle on the upholstery. Yet again, it wasn’t enough. So I returned to her flat ONCE MORE with her keys and saw a nice collection of perfumes in her room, she had good taste dude, I’ll give her that much! Her bedroom carried the sweet scent of a summer garden, and I as approached her perfume cabinet my nose was greeted with the smell of her shampoo being emitted from her wet towel as it dried on her radiator. I grabbed a bottle from the cabinet and went back down to the car and sprayed an excessive amount of Ghost on the suede seats and carpet.

Hey, she was the one that vomited remember? So it was only right I felt obliged to use as much as I desired to remove that odour cursed by the devil himself. (Okay maybe its cos I actually LOVE that perfume too, but what the hell =p)

So I quickly returned to her flat for the FINAL time and returned the perfume and keys. Before leaving her bedroom I glanced back and took a moment to look @ her. I can safely say, hand on my heart, with 100% honesty, that I don’t think anything would have happened on the night, not even the slightest. I cocked up out of nervousness due to that whole random thought but even so. I don’t think I would have taken advantage of a drunken girl just to get a quick burst of shallow satisfaction.

As I watched @ her sleep peacefully, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for everything she had gone through with her ex-boyfriend. She clearly loved him a lot and he just tore her heart out. What intrigued me even more was how eager she was for that whole male company thing again. She’s only ever had sex with one guy yet she was so desperate to experience it again, regardless of whom the man was, in this case me? I understand females tend to be a lot more emotional and have a deeper connection with the whole sex topic but tonight just proved that this doesn’t always necessarily relate to ALL females. As my friend once said to me: “Once you pop, you can’t stop!” and it was pretty evident she enjoyed sex too much to just give it up so quickly.

For me sex wouldn’t just be sex. It would be making love. Something I believe should be shared by a couple who have genuine feelings and love for each other. I for one can’t miss what I never had, and I’m waiting for marriage before I delve into that zone. How many people in this world can actually make you feel extraordinary? Special? Appreciated and loved? Not many in all honesty, would be quite an accomplishment finding that someone who made you feel like that every day. But for Hana, I guess sleeping with someone was just a temporary replacement of those feelings, the next best thing, even if it did just last for a short moment. If I was to take an educated guess based on what I learnt about her on the night, I would say all she wanted was to feel good about herself, anything to take the pain and memory of her ex away, she craved it so much that she may have believed sex would be the only way in attaining that.

Would I have been thinking like this before I was hit by this so called “Tidal Wave?” I don’t think so. Would I have given in to the temptation before the Tidal Wave? HELL NO, I’m way too much of a scaredy cat! Not to mention Islam forbids me to! But something I can safely say is that I genuinely didn’t want to do anything BECAUSE of this Tidal Wave. All I could think about WAS them, they’re example, their lifestyle etc. That thought alone scared the crap out of me. All that was going through my mind was them, I couldn’t help but think of anyone or anything else BUT THEM!

I left her keys on her dressing table and calmly exited the flat whilst appreciating the décor and the interior design; she truly was a successful rich girl accountant. I returned to my car and as I drove out of North West London and hit the M1, I reflected on all the events that happened on the night. I felt like a different man. I learnt that sometimes running away from change can do more harm than good. It can come in any shape or form and at the most unexpected of times. It just comes down to whether you’re brave enough to face it head on and see what it will bring. I stayed to face the music. I didn’t block the thought out, I embraced it. I didn’t run away, I challenged it. Everyone will have come face to face with this tidal wave at some point in their life, in my case it was in the form of a certain somebody who I have an unparalleled amount of respect for, something which accumulated in a short space of time.

I’ve still got a lot left to figure out, why did it even occur In the first place? Could it have been helped? What was I really feeling? Why now? What do I do about it? Is this the start of a long and laborious process of infatuation? I don’t know, I really don’t know! I guess what I’m trying to get @ here is that at times you shouldn’t be afraid to accept and embrace the very thing you might run from. Don’t pass it off so quickly, take your time to find out what’s going on. Let it approach you, don’t rush to it. And don’t be afraid to accept the fact that it may even be responsible for the very reason you make certain decisions, or maybe even define you. People; guys especially, have a really difficult time in accepting that someone may have had an effect on them. They fail to realise how it could change them as a person whilst around friends or family and be completely oblivious to their own behaviour. 8 times out of 10 it’s mainly because of a certain female. Could be a girlfriend, crush, mate, genuine inspiration or even a total stranger.

As it currently is in my case, I think I’ve just discovered a part of me that’s was long lost and hidden deep inside. It’s a side of me I welcome with open arms and look forward to exploring. And what was responsible for this awakening? If you haven’t figured it out already then I haven’t mentioned it enough. It was my Tidal Wave.

So there you have it! Ok, ok, ok, okkkk!! It might not have 100% uncut as I didn’t mention the name of this tidal wave person but it had to be done! So I guess I’m not ALL about religion, history, politics, games and serious stuff huh?! I just like to keep some of my escapades private and to myself as talking about it excessively might seem like bragging @ times, I’m just a solitary guy In some ways.

But I can understand why certain aspects of life might be on the forefront of people’s minds @ times. Girls, Boys, Money, Love etc. It’s all become such a major part of life in today’s world. But for me? There will always be one priority that will always take first place in my heart and mind; ISLAM. That much about me will never change. And even then, I rarely speak or brag about my religion unless I feel I have to do so by either defending the faith or just getting into general discussions with friends.

This whole Tidal Wave of mine? I might update you with another entry sometime in the near future to let you know how it’s progressed. But I’ll only do so IF I have an eventful story to tie it in with like In the entry above! Heh heh….. But I have to admit, it’s funny, hilarious even how much of an effect just one person can have on you….

It’s nearing the time to open my fast now and I’m really tired because it was Laylat al Bara’at last night, aka the Night of Emancipation, a Muslim holiday celebrated in preparation for the start of Ramadan where we traditionally stay up all night praying. Boy is Ramadan going to be hard this year. But anyway, I think I’ll wrap up this overly looooooong blog entry so I can finally go drink some water! (More thirsty than hungry right now!)

So now you have some sort of insight into some of my experiences and why I might be the way I am. I really wish I could say it was everything to know about me but oh ho ho boy are there a lot more entries to be read before you’re anywhere near that level. One thing I can say for sure though is you might have started off reading this blog/journal entry knowing me as Izzy. But now, I think it’s safe to say you all know me as Azizur Jazeem Cassabi Rahman. 

Tidal Wave by Azizur Jazeem Cassabi Rahman. Part 1

Tidal Wave
So I’m going to begin this blog with a drop of honesty, I didn’t really want to write it. Why? Because I felt that the stuff I would want to blog about would be of no interest to the majority of the people reading it, and it was just recently I understood that Theo’s entries get in excess of 300 views so I guess there is a wide spectrum of readers to keep entertained.
Those who know me will have a pretty good idea of how big I am on my chosen faith of Islam and various aspects of world politics and history. I’m a person who enjoys engaging in intellectual debates on any topic, some will say it brings the real me out of the armour (Or shell if you will) that I constantly wear. Then there’s of course, the obvious passion for art and video games and all things technology and science!
But today, I’ve decided not to delve into these areas much and bore everyone. Rather, I’ve chosen to give everyone a taste of who I really am, how I might think, why I might behave the way I behave, and of course, to keep everyone’s attention sharp whilst reading this; I will delve into the territory of girls/love/relationships. I will give everyone an unaltered, uncut, a long explicit and 100% raw journal/diary entry of my own.
In the following entry I will discuss something that happened to me recently, something really personal which affected me from the inside, so much so It forced me to write in my own journal that I’ve been keeping since year 8 high school, a journal which has seen a lot of neglect lately due to my busy life. So going back to writing in its pages was quiet an experience that altered my mentality slightly once I put all my feelings and thoughts down into words. So hopefully by the end of reading this entry, some of you will finally get to know me on personal level.

!!!!!WARNING!!!!! The following entry contains some material that gets pretty damn explicit. I can only apologize in advance if it offends any of you or gives you any weird ideas as to who I am. I just want you to appreciate that the human mind is a VERY private place for all of us and what you are about to read is exactly what was going through my mind. It covers real life private events that occurred within my inner circle of friends and as a result I have changed certain names to protect their privacy. Oh and by the way, it’s a VERY long read. You’ve been warned!


06/26/2011, Entry 996 – Tidal Wave
Dear Journal,
I actually thought I knew myself, seriously. Who knows you better than yourself?! You live with your own company since birth and you get to the point where you can even predict what you’ll do a whole week before you even do it. But then KABOOM, something comes along and makes you realise that the person you thought you were was nothing more than a false you, a placeholder of some sorts. Until your REAL self snapped out of its slumber and woke up, to take its rightful place in your individuality and maybe even redefine you.
This redefining moment happened just a few hours ago. I met up with Foxy, Leon, Aiman, Aaron, Spig and the rest of the gang for some of the usual antics in London. We decided to hit Edgware Road and catch up over a delicious Arabic Meal and some Shisha at our regular spot Shishawi. It’s gone pretty crap now actually, the prices have taken a spike and the service leaves a lot to be desired these days.
The guys didn’t hang around getting stuck into their shisha, something which I can’t really do as I don’t smoke it! But that didn’t stop me from ordering the BIGGGGGGEST MIXED GRILL ever! Had to be done since training kind of burnt me out today! One thing I can’t moan about is the quality of their food, that much hasn’t changed!  The lamb meat was cooked to perfection and wasn’t dry and overcooked like it is in most places, the chicken was soft and succulent and perfectly spiced. I don’t overkill on the sauces as I like to taste the meat, the chargrilled smell is only half the pleasure as once the taste makes contact with my taste buds I’m transported to a different world… I was starving so excuse me if I’m going EXTRA! Haha
Now, Foxy on the other hand, love doesn’t even come close to describing his passion for all these sauces. All I remember seeing on his plate was a colourful concoction of chilli, ketchup, mint sauce, garlic mayo, Yoghurt dressing and some bright yellow looking thing with specs of dark green in it, I didn’t know WTF that was. As far I was concerned, there was no food on his plate!
The order came in and we tucked in, sharing jokes, reminisce and generally taking the piss out of each other. Main focus of attention was on Aiman and his so called threesome experience with two of the hottest chicks he ever had during his time @ university, and getting caught by his Russian girlfriend from G block @ Platt halls!
“Naaaah dude! Trust me! These Russians can do some fucking damage man. Never am I going out with them again”
Aiman shouted with a look of genuine experienced fear on his face. After having got caught by Alena she gave both girls a black eye and then proceeded to attack a verrrry drunk Aiman by pepper spraying him till he was out cold on the floor. The other two girls ran out with their clothes in hand and Alena continued to work her magic on an unconscious Aiman. It wasn’t until the following morning when me and Aaron walked in to his dorm room and found him on the floor with his manhood super glued to his sack and crack and STILL UNCONCIOUS. Quite creative I must say, though this super glue thing seems to be quite the rage with angry females these days.
“Painful memories for my eyes Aiman, painful memories for my eyes!!”
Shouted a distraught Aaron. I couldn’t stop LOL’ing as the events that followed in the hospital was just as embarrassing for Aiman and as much as I wanted to go into it I thought I would be easy on him!
“Bruv seriously, forget that shit already!… Ooooooh, what’s that there boy? Woooooiiii”
Replied a clearly discomfited Aiman as he tried to shift attention away from him. It worked in his favour it seems as he had just scoped out a bunch of girls walking in our direction and sat on the table directly beside us.
These guys being who they are, wasted no time whatsoever in breaking the ice! As always Spig was the confident one who would always make things so seamless when talking to any stranger! Before I knew it, the tables were joined together and the 7 other girls were smoking and dining with us.
Yeah they were good looking, in the sense that all females are. I see females as beautiful creatures as a whole, and these girl had that kinda thing going on, I didn’t find them necessarily attractive but I can see why the guys got excited.
As I was sitting on the far end of the rectangular table I found myself having to make an effort to mingle with the others, to my luck though Leon called over two girls to come sit next to me and him, to which they were more than happy to oblige to! One came and sat opposite me and introduced herself as Hana. She was sporting a well accessorised look on the night! She wore a long dark grey dress to which her seducing curvy yet slender figure adorned brilliantly, with a pair of gladiator sandals that complimented her attire well. Her skin was fair and she wore a moderate amount of foundation that didn’t look too overwhelming. Her hair was dark black, long and straight and came down to her lower part of her shoulder and brilliantly reflected the neon lights from the Shishawi sign above. She definitely had that exotic look about her. All this was processed as I watched her walk during the seconds it took for her to come around and sit opposite me.
After around 30 minutes of conversing I discovered she was half Lebanese and half British and was working in the City as an accountant for some law firm and was 28 years young. She seemed interesting, but I wasn’t finding myself being enthralled as much as the other guys were, with the girls they were speaking to. We spoke about the usual stuff, life, work etc. But it only started getting really interesting after her friend pulled out a vodka bottle and started slipping heavy amounts into their coca colas and red bulls.
Fast forward around 20 minutes and Hana was already acting a lot more, errrrm, relaxed? The topic of conversation turned to love as she explained her story of a recent long term relationship that had ended really badly. He cheated on her, he had been doing it for a good few months before she found out and ended the 2 year relationship. She was clearly devastated as her words had a tone of sincerity I rarely encounter…. Or maybe it was just the alcohol? Hmmm!
“He was my first ever boyfriend and I really thought I was going to marry him. I never really had time for men before because I was way too focused on my own life to care. But things just turned into a rollercoaster when I met him.”
Hana explained, with a powerful look of distress on her face. Her eye contact with mine gradually lost its hold as she hung her head and looked down to the ground beneath her and continued:
“I even gave up my virginity believing I would end up marrying him….”
At this point I was quite taken back by her honesty and didn’t quite know how to respond, I mean come on. How was I meant to react after hearing that? After writing in you all these years both you and I would have thought I would know how deal with this better but truth is; I was genuinely caught off guard by this one.
I replied… It was all I could say at the time! Argh, WTF?! But it didn’t seem to be much a problem as she just continued and didn’t really care. Yep. She was definitely drunk.
“Ever since then, I dunno…. I’ve just been keeping myself busy with the girls and going out and stuff. You know how it is right, Izzy?”
Not really, to be honest with you I didn’t have the foggiest. I was able to sympathize with her because damnnnn was it painful hearing it all, but the smell of alcohol kinda took the charm away from me. So we carried on talking and she was telling me about her amazing sex life and what not, and how she misses the male company:
“So now I find myself here, talking to you, tipsy, telling you stuff I shouldn’t be telling…. Sorry to sound so rude but I’m getting kinda bored now….”
She said with a hint of an ulterior suggestion in her voice as she waited for me to reply, she was no longer looking down at the ground and her eyes were locked with mine. Heck, she looked more confident too as she played with her hair and showed me an expression which I can only describe as “Ooohhhhhh….”  Okay, so she was bored. But i thought it was meant to be my role, the typical male? That was meant to be bored of HER already? Ooooohhhh…. Haha, jokes aside, I was thinking to myself WTF is this girl on? Sooooo I replied:
“Ermmmm, well it is 1:30am so I guess we can just go home?”
Whilst looking around @ the rest of the guys in an attempt to see what they were doing. It was no surprise to see them getting physically close and touching the girls and stuff so I knew what they were planning for the night. I thought my response was smart, witty even! But alas, Hana wasn’t In the mood for any of that, she had other plans:
“I live near Farringdon, let’s just go back to mine? Been this honest with u so far so… heheh… I suppose I can carry on with this honesty thing! Look, I miss the male company so much right now and I would do anything to reacquaint myself with that feeling again. I miss it a little too much…”
OKAY! SCORE! WOOOOOO!!! Ooooooooooooh….. Hmmmmmmmmm…. Huh?! WTF…. Errrmmm… She wanted a quick one nighter?! With me of all people?! She really was smashed out her brain… Words can’t quite make sense of what I was feeling @ that point in time. Shocked? Excited? Flattered? AROUSED? No ma’am…. What happened to me @ that specific moment in time was something I was not prepared for, something that surprised me right down to my spine.
To put it bluntly? I found myself thinking about someone, someone I had only connected with recently. Why? I don’t know because the thought was still a little premature, but even so! WTF, why was I thinking about that person at such a time?! I had to do something about this cos Hana was just staring @ me blankly waiting for me to respond and there was me just staring back @ her like a dodo as this thought of this person raced through my mind causing havoc in all areas of my brain.
I had to reply, I just had to say something:
“Errrrrmm, okay?”
…..Did I just agree to go back to hers for the night? Really? SERIOUSLY?!

It Was so epic a piece of writing i HAD to be broken down into 2 post the 2nd post shall be on Monday look forward to it its a great piece of work

Journey To PUA (Pick Up Artist) By 2 Shots

This weeks guest blog is b 2 shots
I can still remember it….
Couple of months ago…… that one time when i saw this beautiful specimen of a woman, walking right past me, smiling at me, and what did i do, NOTHING
i stood there talking to my conscience, making up excuses why i shouldn’t talk to her “Maybe she has a boyfriend, maybe she is too busy, maybe i am not attractive enough”.
To be honest, in the past 6 years its been the same story over and over again.
It was killing me inside, but i pretended like it was ok to be shy around women, and that magically the perfect scenario will unveil in front of me. Perfect scenario never came and will never come if i carried on like this
It was a normal afternoon chilling with the guys, we call ourselves the while loop crew. don’t ask me why, busting jokes here and there, but then i don’t remember exactly how the conversation got to the topic that all us guys dread.
i obviously didn’t, as a matter of fact i never had a girlfriend, and i have never kissed a girl. Actually i have kissed a girl in the forehead, but i didnt tell the guys that it was my Mom…. -__-
This caused a huge concern from my mates, and i was given the task to demonstrate in front of them how i would approach a woman if i was interested in her… i started bussing this cheesy pick up lines, but the guys did not agree with my strategy.
This discussion got deeper to the level that i just confessed what i really feel about this topic, i never liked guys who had game, i just thought that the whole concept of approaching girls and getting their number is wrong.. 
I just thought that magically i would find my future wife through a friend or something.
My boys sat me down and explained everything to me. Right there and there i made a vow to myself, that i will dedicate this whole summer to improve my game and improve my success with women.
I started doing extensive reading from websites and books from world renowned pick up artists such as david deangelo and mystery. This shit is complicated, more complicated than I thought it will be. i totally forgot about my exams and went for it hundred percent. Watching tv shows like Keys to the vip ( where two players compete by demonstrating who is better at picking up women) and “the pick up artist”( a reality tv shows where guys who have no game are thought everything about how to be successful with women, and through out the show they become better and better).
I have already read 2 books, and watched a 12 hour seminar. But I still have 50GB of videos and books to read.
THIS IS LIFE CHANGING, IT IMPROVES YOUR SOCIAL SKILLS, IT MAKES YOU A BETTER MAN A CONFIDENT MAN. (watch just the first episode of the pick up artist and u will know what am talking about)
I took everything i learned into my mind, fashion tips, tone of voice, body language, eye contact, speech patterns. 
But it was time to practice this stuff in real clubs and bars
First night out with the while loop crew, usual story , me not being able to approach one single lady, not even one. i went home so frustrated and went through some materials i learned all over again, 
But ever since that night, i am a different man in the bars and clubs, i have made so many female friends and i feel more confident around women than i ever have before. This confidence has transition towards other aspects of my life especially in my field of work.
Right now i am trying to master my bars and club game, after that i will sort out my Day game.
Even in my little experience, i have been able to give advice to other men who have struggles in their life, just the fact that i can teach some one else to be successful and watch them being happy is rewarding.
Hopefully when i write my next blog post my relationship status might be different . who knows, but for now i need to go back learn to become a REAL MAN.

Leaving (by Kam)

It was suggested that I write a post about leaving, since I’m leaving London to go back to Wolves at the end of the week. Not something I thought I could write about cause the sheer thought of it immediately saddens me! I was asked today ‘what will change?’ my reply…what Won’t change! Independence, things to do, transport system, scenery, atmosphere, way of life. Most importantly, people. Friends. Missing people is one of the worst pains to bare. Although they’re not going anywhere in this case, as time goes on, things Do change, people change. And you can’t do anything about it but watch it happen. Its life.

You can take pictures to remember the good times, and create memories to store in your mind, but there’s nothing quite like seeing friends in person and being with them. A virtual emoticon hug is not a hug. It doesn’t work. It might make you smile but you can’t feel it. It will only make you crave an actual hug from that person you miss. An aching deep inside. All you can hope for is to keep in contact. A worry of mine is that some people are hard to contact without it seeming like your bugging them, or that they’re all talk and although promise to keep in touch, don’t. It’s a two way street and effort needs to be made on both parts. This isn’t always something you can rely on. Its possible to lose good friends through lack of contact. Friends you thought you would always have and talk to despite not being in the same place. Its odd how things turn out. But then there’s friends who give you hope. Special people who might be different. You just never know, so you hang onto that hope.

We’ve got so many methods of communication nowadays, whether its facebook, msn, twitter, skype, bbm, whatsapp, pingchat, liveprofile, texting, calling, email, or even snailmail! Or a carrier pigeon, telegram, 2 cups and string,a reaaaaally long string, yelling, reaally loudly, telepathy if your that good, dream hijacking or through webcam there’s body language convos, interpreting dance, eyecontact… Loool! There’s no excuse really! Just have to not forget, and remember why they are your friend and take the time to keep them in your life. It’s not that hard. It’s not nice to miss but it’s nice to be missed.

So when I leave London this week, I’ll hope they don’t forget me, or have too much fun without me!  And I will be back! Oh i’ll be back….

I’m going to miss you London ❤