Another article i found on aol that was very interesting to me.  Men read this cuz holy shit i swear it has to be true with every girl i asked after reading this

The perfect boyfriend...

...gives us butterflies in the beginning
(Frequency: 1 x a week, at least for the first three months). I have a friend who's been seeing a man for three months she describes this way: "He's really nice and he's really good to me, but sometimes I have trouble looking at him because he's really weird-looking... but, you know, we'll see." Some people think you don't have to be all that attracted to the person you're dating. I'm not one of those people. (And let's be honest, who really is?) The ideal guy is either immediately attractive to us for his obvious physical attributes (say, dark-haired and tall, skinny with glasses, exotic and graceful), or because he appeals to us in other ways (the way he talks, the way he walks, the way he kisses , the way he works). Either way, those fluttery feelings in the beginning of the romance are important. Relationships get hard, and one way to endure the rough patches is having a little spark of high-school puppy love to fall back on. The perfect guy provides that.

...makes us laugh
(Frequency: a lot). There's a reason "sense of humor" is consistently at the top of every woman's love list. If you can't laugh together, really, what's the point?

...shows us affection in tender ways
(Frequency: minimum 4 x a week). My current squeeze was recently playing with my hair for the duration of an entire episode of Grey's Anatomy (speaking of, is it too shallow to want the perfect boyfriend to watch Grey's Anatomy with you?). I was in such heaven, it made me realize how important it is to be touched in ways that aren't always pre- or post-sexually-charged. For instance, guys, you know that clever idea you have of offering us a "backrub" when you really intend to slowly sneak your hands around and... well, we know that trick. I'm just saying, every once in a while, the perfect boyfriend would give us a plain old backrub.
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...comes out with our friends and plays the role of token adorable guy
(Frequency: 1 x a month). Like a designer coat you get for a steal, what's the fun of talking about your big find if you can't show it off? A perfect boyfriend isn't just perfect when we're alone; he's perfect in public, too. Years ago, I dated an event planner who, every once in a while would say, "Let's take your friends out." He'd book a table somewhere, hail the cab, pull out our chairs for us, order us drinks, and tell hilarious stories about some recent party fiasco. I couldn't help beaming with pride when a friend would lean over and whisper, "Oh my God, he's adorable." For most women, our friends are our family and a big part of our lives, so we want our boyfriend to fit right in and make a great impression while he does it. What's the fun of having the perfect guy if no one in the room goes home just a teeny bit jealous?

...agrees to go splitsies when we order food
(Frequency: at least every other meal together). You know, you guys can have half of our chicken sandwich if we can have half of your burger? Your French fries are my French fries? Provided we don't go too Tofurkey with our choices, it's an admirable trait if a boyfriend shares a meal with us-literally.

...surprises us with thoughtful gifts and gestures
(Frequency: 1 x a month). This is where those flowers come in. Or a new CD we wanted. Or a sweet text-message at eleven a.m. Big or small, it really is the thought that counts. While visiting my guy in Los Angeles for a month, I mentioned a few weeks in that I was feeling a little homesick for New York City. When I woke up the next morning, he was standing there with two lattes... and a copy of The New York Post, which he'd spent 45 minutes driving around trying to find. The gift itself cost him two bucks, but was priceless in boyfriend points. "Half the fun of a little gift is just knowing that the guy is thinking of you when he's apart from you," points out my friend Sue. "It almost doesn't matter what it is, it's just the fact that he thought of us while he was doing it."

...compliments us on things other than our looks
(Frequency: 10 times a month). In a movie I can't help but reference weekly, Something's Gotta Give, Jack Nicholson's character tells Diane Keaton's character, "You're the funniest girl I ever had sex with." Perhaps he could have phrased it a bit better, but there's something magical about a man who notices the more profound, valuable qualities in us-who says things like, "You're so interesting," "You're so intuitive" or "You're so smart." Looks fade, so we want a boyfriend who sees the pretty deep down.

...but, yeah, he also tells us we're beautiful and hot, like, all the time
(Frequency: seriously, all the time). It just makes us feel really good. And the return a boyfriend gets on this is quantifiable: The more beautiful we feel, the better girlfriends we are in return.

...gives us cards with stuff written in them
(Frequency: birthday, anniversary, and holidays). Gifts from a boyfriend are great, don't get me wrong. But it's truly gratifying when said boyfriend also gives us a card with something heartfelt or sweet or cute written inside of it-you know, something more than just our name, his name, "Love" and a little punctuation. It's not required, of course, but it goes a long, long way.

...calls us on our questionable behavior
(Frequency: well, not too often). My friend Kim mentioned an attribute she appreciates in her current boyfriend. As she puts it: "He calls me on stuff." Kim is a tough chick who installs her own air conditioners and goes on vacation alone. But when she gets a boyfriend, she says, "I tend to turn into kind of a weepy, girl-tied-to-the-railroad-tracks type. The other day I asked him to get up and get me a drink, using this weird baby voice, and he was like, "Whoa, what's with the voice? Now you're pushing it.' He was right," she says, "I wasn't being myself. And it makes me respect a guy when he puts me in my place when I veer off-course."

...makes us trust him completely
(Frequency: always). I dated a guy years ago who was big on guys' and girls' nights out. Which was fine, except that when he'd zip up his jacket and I'd say, "See you later," he'd say, "Sure, unless I meet some other hot chick who wants me to come home with her, ha, ha, just kidding!" Guess what? Not funny. A perfect boyfriend makes a woman feel safe and secure. As my friend Todd puts it, "Trust is the titanium casing of a long-lasting relationship. Without that strong force field, you can't survive. It's what makes you a working team."

...thinks it's adorable when we're our all-alone-selves in front of him
(Frequency: always). It's rare to find a man who finds it charming that you wear decade-old T-shirts to bed, can eat a whole Domino's pizza by yourself, and spend Saturdays watching Laguna Beach marathons. And that's what makes him so special. Assuming we agree not to push it ("I love that you don't care if I don't shave for weeks!"), the ideal guy would make us feel loved and accepted when we're being our most natural selves.

Oh, and by the way, my perfect boyfriend is also cute. And, like, totally likes me.

Amy Spencer is a freelance writer who has written for Glamour, Real Simple, New York magazine and Maxim, among other publications.

Your a real bboy when you top rock with a girl during a slow jam.

Your a real bboy when you learn how to save your self from stupid falls or when someone pushes you

Your a real bboy when you learn how to absorb damage and make it feel less that what it actually is

Your a real bboy when Cock everyone in the mall or in a club or with a girl your dancing with who you can go lower(footwork) than

-You have dreams in which your hitting rediculous power combos and doing the weirdest most intricate shit imaginable. (You wake up disappointed that it wasn't real life, but are inspired)

your a real bboy when you get pissed at people who wear jabbawockeez/super crew shirts because they dont bboy.

your real bboy when you see someone wearing puma suedes but gets pissed because they dont bboy.

your a real bboy when you ask a chick out, but make an excuse later saying your really busy when all your doing is going to a session.

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so i'm coming to realizations about myself......some good.  some bad.

-i've learned that most women are very untrust worthy...even when you don't give them a reason to suspect shit and you do nothing but be a good man they still feel the need to look for shit regardless.  like there needs to be a problem or the relationship just it's gonna work.  go fucking figure.

-i've learned that no matter what i do it just isn't enough with some people.  and i'm ok with that.

-i've learned to let go.

-i've learned that im a pretty dope bboy..and because of that i will never meet a decent female in the clubs....ha ha ha like that exists.

-i've learned that groupies exist in even the smallest of circles.

-i've learned that patience is the key yet sometimes you have to force shit to happen in your favor...tip the scales a little.

-i've learned that some people who you thought were cool and grew up didn't really grow up and are still on the high school bullshit.  it's ok thang.....we all know you woulda never been able to date adrain if you hadn't talked shit about me....but karma is a bitch.......ha ha ha ha ha

-i've learned that i'm tired of breakdancers.  they are all whack.  everytime i see one of those idiots doin nothing but windmills and airchairs but they can't top rock or six step it makes me so damn angry.  it's like go home and watch comcast on demand so you can learn some new moves.  or better yet waiti till step up 3 comes out.  then maybe you might learn something new.  fucking m&m crew wannabes.

-i've learned that sometimes all the money in the world can't make up for how shitty your job is.

-i've learned that most girls are groupies...especially when they date and fuck other bboys and breakdancers that you know.  just grimey.

-i've learned that cyphering and training for atleast 2hrs a day is a great way to lose weight....i've lost 35lbs and i'm still losing weight.

-i've learned that family will always have your back..whether you're wrong or right.

-i've learned that my dad finally realizes i'm a bboy and has given me my props...took you long enough pop.  lmfao

-i've learned that pa will not be my final stopping destination in my journey called life. so many other places i wanna see and go.

-i've learn to appreciate the 9-5 job considering i hated my job before i got one of those.  ha ha ha.

-i've learned that by being drunk....you only highten your stupidity.  and it doesn't make you dance any better either.   lol.

-i've learned to reinvent myself countless ways over. 

-i've learned that chicks dig the bald head look.  good looking out montell.

-i've learned that too much is never enough.

-i've learned that i like video games more than i thought i did...thanks PR.  Gears of War was the shit....Movin on to Rainbow six Vegas 2 and The CLub.

-most of all i've learned that there is nothing here for me in PA.  i love my friends and family here but i feel it's time for me to move on.  time for me to explore.  i've lived in miami, brooklyn, and countless other places but i wanna see the world as much as i can before i settle down.   Any ideas?

you bboy too much when..

-during sex, you start chanting "uh" when your partner "hits the beats."

-your idea of a romantic date is goin to the local cypher

-when at a resturant, the waiter says "Dinner is served" and your response is "no, you just got served, bitch!" while you throw the cock at them

-you listen to funk bands your parents or grandparents haven't even heard of

-while doin construction on a house, the supervisor says you need to build a stronger foundation, so you go and work on your six step and footwork techs

-you wear hoodies even though it's 85 degrees outside

-for guys: the perfect girl to you wears tank tops and sweat pants

-for girls: the perfect guy for you doesn't have a job, but he can do a clean flare airtrack 90 combo

-you see someone wearing the same shirt as you, so you throw the bite at them

-you sign your credit purchase slips with your bboy/bgirl name

-your legs start twitchin when you see a hardwood floor

-you start rockin to grocery store music

-you own more clothes reppin your crew name than you do actual name brand clothes

-you show off you scars like that are new tattooes

-your mom tells you to go buy a carton of Egg Beaters and you reply "Why? I can already do those."

-you do jackhammers when someone asks you to drill a hole in the road

-In school, you take up physics in hopes of gettin dope hollowbacks and numerous elbowspins

-you go shoppin for new shoes, you start rockin in them to see if they are comfortable

-You buy large appliances just for the cardboard

- All 4 gigs of songs on your ipod are from the 80s.

- u c a korean kid and asks if he bboys

- you play Tecken and you try to battle your friends with the character Eddie

-when u try and make ur pet toprock or do a pose!

so i haven't done this in a long time....probably almost a year or two but here goes:

so once again i am having relationship issues (seems i can't win huh? =)).  there is this girl i like.  A LOT!  and for the life of me i don't know how to make things work let alone do or say the right thing lately.  i mean we had an a mazing first date and all i could do was think of nothing but this girl.  i mean i have been thinking of her for the past 2 years.  i know i have a tendancey to be forward and upfront......sometimes "pushy" when i want something.  and believe me i want something with her very badly.  this goes waaaaaaay beyond the phsycal level.  any-who,  we tried to spend a weekend together (which in retrospect was probably a bad idea) because i wanted to be able to spend the most time possible with her.  i mean just being in her prescence is the best feeling i have had in a long time.  kinda like christmas morning almost.  needless to say the weekend started off ok....until she got sick.  stomach virus or food poisoning.  and that's when it went down hill.  i tried to make the best of the day that i possibly could by accomadating her but it just didn't seem to "do the trick".  she wanted to go home.  so home is where i took her.

later on that night i kept saying to myself this had to do with me.  this was my fault.  but i shrugged it off as to the fact we had bad fish at friday's.  then came sunday......and that's when i can tell things got wierd for her.  she used to be somewhat responsive to my compliments (which all came form my heart), not this time.  seemed like she lost a heck of a lot of interest.  i still chalked it up to her still being sick.  i could slowly and yet rapidly, feel her pulling away from me.  i didn't know what to do.  so i did the only thing i could do......i wrote her a ltter telling her how i truly feel about her, with no reservations......no holding back. 

monday and tuesday go by and i swear my situation with her is getting worse by the second.....most likely by my own doing.  i don't wanna lose her.  i care for her deeply and could really see a possible future with this girl but i don't know how to fix it. she wants to take it slow and that's really ok with me, but at the same time i feel like i have to dumb down my feelings for her until the time is right.  now i kinda feel i won't get that chance.  no matter how bad i want it.  i have waited for this girl for 2 years only to lose her in 2 days.  there's nothing more worse than wanting to be with someone when they don't want you the same way and having to hide your feelings or play them off like they don't exist.  wierd thing is i think she feels the same way but at the same time she doesn't or she's scared.  i wanna tell her that there is nothing to be scared of.  i'm here and i'm all about her.  no one else.  and that i have waited 2 years for her and if i have to wait 2 more months or so then that's fine.  as alnog as the end result is her and i.  call me a hopless romantic.  call me dumb.  call me earl, i dunno.  but i do know how i feel about her and if i could take all of the feelings for her that i have and put them in her so that she could feel how i feel for her through my eyes i would.  maybe that would change things.  maybe it wouldn't.  i just know that i want to be with her.  i care for her and i miss her with all my heart and soul.  as confused she may be about our situation i want one thing to be clear.  I'M IN SERIOUS LIKE WITH YOU.  i know i don't say or do the right things.  nor do i know how to express myself verbally besides telling you how i think you're wonderful and so special to me.  but i'm trying.  trying to be patient and trying to be understanding. 

so i'm getting back down to the basics now.

molasses.

the basics. 

i like you.

do you like me?

i'm willing to try this.  just waiting for a sign

I am honestly sick of ignorant people who know nothing about me and base their own speculations and judgements on what the media, society, and pop culture depict of young african americans---excuse me, black men.  I thought this was America.  Land of the Free and all that bullshit.  Yeah you're free to think what you want.  You're free to say what you want.  But no one in this country or out of this country for that matter has the right to judge anyone.  Everyone has gone through their fair share of shit.  Every single culture has done their own dirt.  Vikings used to enslave native americans, europe invaded Africa and made slaves of blacks.  Turks and Romanians fighting and slaughtering eachother over religion.  I can go on and on.  If anything history has shown us that we should not continue actions and behavior that was represented this way in the past.

Yet we still do.

You have Americans hating Arabs.  Arabs hating everyone.  Blacks hating whites.  Chinese hating whites, black, and the list goes on.  Society and The many fuck ups representing each culutre that inhabits this earth have put nothing but a bad taste in the mouth of the people.  You have no idea how many times some one has asked me or a girl has asked me if i have a kid?  Sorry to disappoint you but not all black men have baby mommas.  Not all Asians work in a chinese food resturaunt.  Not all Jews are stingey with their money.  Not all Arabs are terrorists.  Not all white people are the devil. 

This is what i am tired of.  People making judgements based on the bullshit they see in the news.  The stories they read in their New York Times paper.  I was just told that "society view inter-racial marraiges as wrong.  That if a man and a woman from two different cultures and backgrounds marry, they would only be ruining eachothers standards and economic growth for the future."  Well if that's true then no one should get married.  We all come from different backgrounds.  Everyone is different.  That's what makes this world the world that it is.  If we were all the same then we might as well go marry our brothers and sisters.  Mothers and fathers.  That way you can ensure that the culture will be the same. 

I just can't stand bigots, ignorant people and people who cannot get the facts straight and only go by what they see on maury and jerry springer. 

And as of right now.....YES I AM THE DEFINITION OF AN ANGRY BLACK MAN!!!!

so i have just newly discovered ebay..........AND I LOVE IT!!!!  i mean ebay is the fucking jump off.  i just bought 3 new pairs of puma discs.  AND THEY CANNOT BE FOUND ANYWHERE IN THE US...

here they are.

that now brings my total of puma discs to 4 pair.  all exclusive colors.

next things i am bidding on are 3 custom pair of huarache LE's.  damn i love being a bboy.  gives you a reason to have the hottest exclusive gear.