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Women who smoke are hot:
Smoking is an activity that can be carried out in a sexy, seductive manner. Plus, if a woman is willing to behave recklessly in regards to her health, it implies that she might be willing to behave recklessly in other ways, as well.

But women who smoke are also not hot:
Smoking cigarettes is dirty, disgusting and stupid. Who wants to look (and smell) like a smoker? It's a shame to see a potentially beautiful woman with greyish-yellow skin. Face pinched and puffy; sharp, ugly wrinkles cut into it; growing old before her time.

Maybe the best thing is to have been a smoker and then quit. Quitting successfully shows that you have willpower and a certain strength of character, which is intriguing in itself. I love running into female friends with their eyes clear and healthy red colour in their cheeks and saying, "Really? A month since your last smoke, huh."

Posted by philip at 07:18 PM | Permalink

When I lived in Saint John and in Fredericton, I used to think, "What is it with New Brunswick? Where are all the hot women in their early twenties?"

And now I know. They've all moved to Halifax.

Posted by philip at 12:20 PM | Permalink

"Nice shirt."
"Thank you."
"You know, I read somewhere that purple is the colour of sexual frustration."
"So much for that theory."

Posted by philip at 09:21 PM | Permalink

Here is a special hot action guest post by Ger on the subject of being an asshole... something I can relate to:

It's funny how you can tell "someone" you're an "asshole" and they'll say that they believe you, only to later throw in your face what an "asshole" you've been. It was just recently that I was hanging out with a special "someone" when I was informed by her that she was surprised at how I hadn't called her after our previous "get-togethers" and how we hadn't become an item.

"But you remember me telling you you weren't going to be my girlfriend and that you were probably going to end up thinking I was an asshole, right?"...

"Yeah, I just didn't really believe you... you're really nice".

"So you remember me telling you I was an asshole, but not believing me only later to realize I was indeed an asshole, at which point you told me point blank that I was an asshole at which point I told you that you should have expected as much, since I had warned you that you were gonna think I was an asshole."

"Uhm... yeah, I think so."

The practice of preparing people for the worst has become superfluous.

Posted by philip at 02:08 PM | Permalink

As of today, this website comes up first and second out of two-and-a-half-million entries when you search Google for hot action.

I'm quite proud of this. From now on you may refer to me as "Philip, the self-proclaimed Internet hot action king."

Posted by philip at 06:34 PM | Permalink

I can't wait for the weather to get a bit warmer, so my cute little making-out fetish can give way to my cute little doggy-style-in-the-park fetish.

Posted by philip at 06:31 PM | Permalink

I've been really into making out lately. [I mean, aside from the fact that I've been getting so much sex I can hardly walk] I've been really into the whole idea of making out.

It's fun and you can do it anywhere... I'm so far beyond caring about scandals these days. I just want to make out all the time.

Posted by philip at 08:37 PM | Permalink

"Being seen with you is going to be very bad for my reputation."
"Yes, very bad for your reputation. Very good for mine."
"It's not fair."

Posted by philip at 08:36 PM | Permalink

It was cool in '92. Ten years later, it's time to bring it back.

The hickey... It's the ultimate pro-makeout fashion statement.

Posted by philip at 12:35 PM | Permalink

"Oh, don't go home. Come home with me."
"I can't. I have to go home."
"What, do you live with your boyfriend or something? ...Oh my god. You do."
"Well, we're going to break up... I just don't want to hurt him any more than I have to."
"Ahh, go ahead, hurt him a little bit. He'll get over it."
"It's just that... he cries so much."
"That is disgusting."

Posted by philip at 12:30 PM | Permalink

My goal for the month of April was to relax and settle into a couple of comfortable affairs. And the month turned out to be a complete fucking free-for-all.

My goal for the month of May is to relax and settle into a couple of comfortable affairs.

Posted by philip at 02:39 PM | Permalink