Too Good To Be True (A Craigslist Story)

A few weeks ago I tried to do Craigslist the “right” way.

You know, browse for an ad in the “W4M” section of Casual Encounters instead of running The Craigslist Con in the “W4W” area.

What can I say? I was bored that night.

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Ready For My 90 Days Of Change

What defines you as a man?

Is it your character?

Is it the people with whom you associate?

For me, it’s both character and individual moments.

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Introducing My Goals For 2014

You got to be kidding me!

I took a quick look at the calendar on my desk at work and it’s already mid-February. Can somebody please slow down this year? This is getting crazy.

Just yesterday it felt like I dropped my “Goodbye, 2012. Hello, 2013.” post recapping my top blog posts (by page views). I had some heavy hitters in 2012.

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It Was About That Time Of Night

I took one look at the clock when I finished my last bit of work.

“You fucking son of a bitch.”

One o’clock in the morning. Yet another long night for me.

I took a deep breath.

I’m not going to let this hour go to waste, I thought.

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A Lesson On What Not To Do

That’s not her by a long shot, but you get the idea (Photo via Google).

It was a bold move.

It was a risky move.

It was fucking stupid.

I barely knew this chick — a TSA agent by day, stripper by night that one of my buddies was fucking — and I put my forearm over her throat.

At that instant, everything changed.

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I’m So Honored

I couldn’t believe my eyes.

I felt so honored.

There it was: Blaze Frazier listed among “The 50 Worst Things on The Internet in 2013” according to Well, it wasn’t my name listed up there. More so my post from last September when I discovered that I had chlamydia. Plain as day, No. 33 — “A pick-up artist blogger discovering he has an STD.”

This must be how Denzel Washington felt when he won an Academy Award.

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Bless The Manosphere

You could tell by Lucky’s actions that he wanted to tap out.

Lucky’s rapid pace slowed and he struggled to continue.

I urged him to push through and make it to the next round.

“Come on, Lucky! Don’t be a bitch!”

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