As you can tell, tenderized meat is pretty dormant now days. I am blogging over at a few places now. I have a blog about my life in my saab. I am also tumbling over at Tumblr as Greatfulbread. Hope to be posting here again soon.
When I came to my long overdue senses to break up with my first girlfriend, I realized that I needed to rescue my belongings from her house prior to calling our relationship off. I had a few Super Nintendo games over there, a jacket or two, and some miscellaneous items as well. Stuff that I didn’t want to lose.
And believe me; I would never have seen my stuff again, un-burnt, had I not properly planned my exit strategy.
Every guy who wants to get lucky needs to know how to flirt with a girl. It is an art and should not be taken lightly. Flirting correctly can get you one step closer to hooking up instead of spending Friday night playing WOW, or if done incorrectly can label you as that “creepy guy”. Thanks to justaguything they have a great article on how to get you going on the ways of flirting.
Jared Fogle, made famous by losing over 245 pounds on the “Subway Diet,” recently divorced his wife of six years. Divorces happen all the time (more often than not, these days), but what makes this interesting is the whopping settlement that Mr. Fogle’s soon-to-be ex-wife, Elizabeth, will receive. Read more after the jump…
When I was young and impetuous, I dated a girl that lived 4 doors down the street from me. She was cute enough, or so I thought, and I was a horny teenager who was far from choosy. This white trash trollop was my first girlfriend. She was also my first foray into sex. Yes, I lost my virginity to the neighborhood slut.
She was also responsible for my first, and only, slap in the face. And interestingly enough, the face slap was more memorable than the popping of my virginity cherry.
This is a follow up to my post on hitting on girls at the gym. While I was at the gym today, waiting for my new band t-shirts to arrive in the mail, I had a great conversation with a rather beautiful young woman. This got me thinking about some ways to ensure success in the gym.
The gym can be one of the most difficult places to talk to women. And the hardest part is breaking through their defense. Women at the gym look good, and they know it. This is mainly because every single guy in the whole place is checking them out. Add into that the fact that when women work out they are in there “burning steam” mode.
Here are some tricks to help you approach girls at the gym and in other defensive situations with ease.
Wouldn’t you rather eat, nap, exercise, or watch TV instead of breaking out the baby wipes to clean Junior’s ass?
Yes, this question sounds like a no-brainer, but apparently most of the world needs scientific proof. Thankfully, Reason Magazine delivered the goods.
We have all been in the situation at least once. More likely time and time again. You’re at the gym, and you notice some hot sweaty, super hot female jogging away on the treadmill. How can you pass up the chance to try and make a move? Here are some guidelines you can follow to increase your chances. Read the rest of this entry »
Peacocking for the Common Man
In The Mystery Method for Introverts: Part I, we provided a brief overview of the “art of seduction,” and added a few baby steps for those who might have cold feet. For a refresher, click here. Much of the Mystery Method is self explanatory, but there are a few topics that we feel we can add a little insight into. Today’s topic: Peacocking.
We don’t normally do news articles here at Tenderized Meat, but this one stood out.
A little background: I hate Valentine’s Day. I think it’s corporate garbage. No, I’m not going to spend money stuff because De Beers, Hallmark, Godiva and 1-800-Flowers tells me to. No, I’m not going to profess my love through a ridiculous greeting card. I’m not going to follow the flock into higher-than-normal priced restaurants so I can wait forever to be served a smaller, sappier than average portion. And don’t even get me started on what Valentine’s day is like for single people! I mean, don’t get me wrong, it was fun as a kid. But that was mostly because it involved candy.
