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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Whether it’s an event in the past or a concern about the future, it is often so hard to come to terms with how ridiculous it truly is to be stuck in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Although it’s necessary to have some kind of a plan for the future , and of course at times it can be helpful to refer to the past before taking a decision, we do have to draw a line somewhere. The reason is that while we over analyze what happened or what will happen we are wasting precious minutes, hours or entire days, because unfortunately life doesn’t come with a &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;pause&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; function. Evidently it’s easier said than done, &lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;however it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out how important it is to live in the present, leave the past behind and allow the future to unfold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;I have no doubt that almost everyone at some point has experienced getting into a state of utter impatience while waiting for someone or something. The reason we get into that frame of mind is because we begin to speculate and envision what we could be doing in that moment instead of just sitting around wasting time. So how different is it being immersed in a thought which doesn’t allow you to move forward?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;One of the fundamental lessons in acting class is to &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;be in the moment&lt;/b&gt;,&lt;/i&gt; and there’s a very compelling reason for that. Actors work with a script and therefore know exactly where and how each scene ends. So it’s very easy for an actor to move too far ahead because he would be thinking about his next line and how to deliver it, rather than actually listening to what is being said to him and giving a reaction to that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Similarly in life we could easily be losing out on many things that are happening around us now if we concentrate too much on the future or the past. Sunset implies the ending of each day, while every sunrise is the beginning of a new one, and that’s exactly how it should be perceived. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:WordDocument&gt;   &lt;w:View&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:Zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:Compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:BreakWrappedTables/&gt;    &lt;w:SnapToGridInCell/&gt;    &lt;w:WrapTextWithPunct/&gt;    &lt;w:UseAsianBreakRules/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:BrowserLevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;You build a better future by making a better day, everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-5683432769834266717?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I assure you this has nothing to do with food, just in case you were wondering what got into me. What I’m going to talk about is the big question “why do men cheat?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Well it looks like I’ve got your attention now, right? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Okay, so I’m sure you have asked yourself this question before “Why would men risk losing a perfect relationship for a night with some random girl?” “What is it that drives men to have a secret relationship which then slowly has them drift away?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Unfortunately like everything else in life there’s no such thing as a perfect relationship. Although it might feel like its perfect the truth is that some areas will almost always require some work or adjusting. What many people in a relationship fail to understand and accept is that as time goes by situations may change rather drastically. As responsibilities begin to pour in they find less time for intimacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;No matter what people say, intimacy is the foundation of every healthy relationship. Unless the chemistry is there the relationship is not going to work. It might of course last for other reasons which I will not elaborate on, but it certainly wouldn’t quite be a cut out from a romance novel. The craving for physical intimacy is instinctive in both men and women, however many couples, particularly those in a long term relationship tend to challenge this instinct and most times attempt to replace it with something else, such as their career. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If that sexual thrill is no longer on the menu unfortunately ladies the outcome is fairly predictable, men will go and search for it elsewhere. It’s essential to always sustain that balance, whether it’s your career or children, time for intimacy is just as important for a healthy relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-2858102999289132664?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WQDIb5fen0U4pKznuZbkj4s-YH8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WQDIb5fen0U4pKznuZbkj4s-YH8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~4/U08oa8DCd1M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/feeds/2858102999289132664/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-on-menu.html#comment-form" title="25 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/2858102999289132664?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/2858102999289132664?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~3/U08oa8DCd1M/whats-on-menu.html" title="What’s on the menu?" /><author><name>Andrei Claude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SSSfjagMzyI/AAAAAAAAALo/7f51fkvTGdM/S220/andrei_claude_blog_picture.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/S7kjM3nB_gI/AAAAAAAAAR4/kHN1Jrz6YrE/s72-c/andrei_claude_blog_whats_on_the_menu.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>25</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2010/04/whats-on-menu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8MQ305cCp7ImA9WxBUFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562476829082196366.post-3730999416000201209</id><published>2010-03-03T14:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T14:21:22.328-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-03T14:21:22.328-08:00</app:edited><title>Shacking up… too soon?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/S47gmhzYGhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/eb9tf5H_SdM/s1600-h/andrei_claude_blog_shacking_up.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444535952051018258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/S47gmhzYGhI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/eb9tf5H_SdM/s400/andrei_claude_blog_shacking_up.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;If you live in a fairly conservative community I’m sure you’ve often heard people state that couples should wait until they’re married to live together, but how often do you get valid reason for that? Many claim it’s not quite right, but I could vow that most of those same people don’t even really know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I’m not one of those people. I believe it’s an important step, and prior to committing any further a couple needs to be sure they can live ‘agreeably’ under the same roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a huge difference between dating, no matter how intense it is, and actually living together. Those hours spent alone can really unwind a person and prepare them for another encounter. Perhaps what many people fail to understand is that those hours tend to decrease dramatically when you’re living with your partner. You normally also discover a few traits which were not so evident before. Some that you could like, while others you might not be too keen on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then what happens if you simply can’t live with certain incompatibilities? And what if you discover that once you’re already married? Oh that’s right, you live unhappily ever after…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living together involves a lot of compromise a mature approach. It can also really determine a couple’s faith in my opinion, because whilst many things can be somehow worked out, it’s only realistic to acknowledge that there isn’t quite a solution for every problem in life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-3730999416000201209?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6oKwnh3nBpwT4Ibjz8yfV3Nlvg8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/6oKwnh3nBpwT4Ibjz8yfV3Nlvg8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~4/cDUY4zhiBRI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/feeds/6811261034131535487/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-it-stops-sometimes-it-flows.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/6811261034131535487?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/6811261034131535487?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~3/cDUY4zhiBRI/sometimes-it-stops-sometimes-it-flows.html" title="Sometimes it stops, sometimes it flows… but that is how love goes" /><author><name>Andrei Claude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SSSfjagMzyI/AAAAAAAAALo/7f51fkvTGdM/S220/andrei_claude_blog_picture.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SwA5zkkjfnI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wh4fYd4NHl4/s72-c/andrei_claude_blog_love.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2009/11/sometimes-it-stops-sometimes-it-flows.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0EDQX0zeSp7ImA9WxNWEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562476829082196366.post-1780936654750231570</id><published>2009-10-09T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T07:47:50.381-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T07:47:50.381-07:00</app:edited><title>Oceans Apart</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/Ss9LuC_CaFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gB5_ftohTwc/s1600-h/andrei_claude_blog_oceans_apart.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390610533433108562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/Ss9LuC_CaFI/AAAAAAAAAQM/gB5_ftohTwc/s400/andrei_claude_blog_oceans_apart.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There's no question that relationships these days have somewhat evolved, but have they become easier, more interesting, or simply complicated? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People have different views on this, but when a couple is geographically separated there are few directions the relationship can go. It either builds up strength or completely collapses. Time is normally what determines the faith of any relationship. However I believe it is completely wrong for people to say that once they’re distant from their significant other things get out of control. We have control on every decision we take and every move we make. So why blame it on the ocean? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perhaps for some it becomes a convenient excuse without really having to reveal their true motive. Distance is not always easy to deal with but certainly not impossible. If a couple is individually in doubt then more often than not it will just be a memory by sunset. Whereas a proper understanding of what each person involved is truly looking for can make it through the roughest seas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-1780936654750231570?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BMjGn8E9n1WwRvw1UZorJKxqfo0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BMjGn8E9n1WwRvw1UZorJKxqfo0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~4/mhqok23K4xs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/feeds/1820058865723129363/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2009/08/womans-best-friend.html#comment-form" title="20 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/1820058865723129363?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/1820058865723129363?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~3/mhqok23K4xs/womans-best-friend.html" title="Woman’s best friend?" /><author><name>Andrei Claude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SSSfjagMzyI/AAAAAAAAALo/7f51fkvTGdM/S220/andrei_claude_blog_picture.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SofLI5xEAgI/AAAAAAAAAP8/ly2gIHWU0Mk/s72-c/andrei_claude_romance_blog_womens_best_friend.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>20</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2009/08/womans-best-friend.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcFRHw4fip7ImA9WxJaEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562476829082196366.post-7801599533384038274</id><published>2009-08-02T01:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T01:33:35.236-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-08-02T01:33:35.236-07:00</app:edited><title>Summer lovin’</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SnVO1lBQPXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qf0mQ2qYTNw/s1600-h/andrei_claude_romance_blog_summer_lovin%27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365281213459217778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SnVO1lBQPXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qf0mQ2qYTNw/s400/andrei_claude_romance_blog_summer_lovin%27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So what is it with summer that revives romance? Could it just be the warmer climate that sometimes makes us react in a different manner? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something sensual about being on a beach, and it’s not just the weightless clothing, but perhaps it’s more about being in an all natural environment which for many has become somewhat of a rare thing these days.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow in summer people tend to turn to the simpler things in life, and it’s quite evident that almost everyone finds this season more pleasant in spite of the extreme temperatures certain parts of the world experience. Summer is a time which is all about the outdoors and with a little thought and planning can be a very romantic time of year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s that connection with nature which often amplifies the romance. This is why so many people envision their honeymoon or romantic escape on some remote island surrounded with palm trees, cliffs and beautiful beaches. In a way it’s going back to basics, forgetting about all the high rise buildings which include all amenities possible, luxury cars, cellular phones and everything else we have become addicted to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to remind yourself that &lt;em&gt;it’s all about romance…&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-7801599533384038274?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ffsSsryuw5zDuf7cBDdb7GUPF4s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/ffsSsryuw5zDuf7cBDdb7GUPF4s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~4/ugATzG82LkU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/feeds/7801599533384038274/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-lovin.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/7801599533384038274?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/7801599533384038274?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~3/ugATzG82LkU/summer-lovin.html" title="Summer lovin’" /><author><name>Andrei Claude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SSSfjagMzyI/AAAAAAAAALo/7f51fkvTGdM/S220/andrei_claude_blog_picture.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SnVO1lBQPXI/AAAAAAAAAP0/qf0mQ2qYTNw/s72-c/andrei_claude_romance_blog_summer_lovin%27.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2009/08/summer-lovin.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIBRXs6eCp7ImA9WxJVEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562476829082196366.post-958534969857983279</id><published>2009-06-28T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T07:15:54.510-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-28T07:15:54.510-07:00</app:edited><title>Opposites attract</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/Skd6ZOICfXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/EcVT9AzlowQ/s1600-h/andrei_claude_blog_opposites_attract.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352381255860256114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/Skd6ZOICfXI/AAAAAAAAAPk/EcVT9AzlowQ/s400/andrei_claude_blog_opposites_attract.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;You’ve probably heard this over and over again, but do opposites really attract? Does this statement make any sense at all? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Perhaps it’s true in some cases but it’s definitely not the rule. What happens often is that curiosity overrides our true emotions and drives people to venture into something which seems interesting or mysterious. It rarely lasts a lifetime, in fact I believe more often than not it’s very much a temporary thing which eventually fades away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There’s no question that it is human nature to explore and discover, however when it comes to relationships on daily basis it is crucial that a couple does share similar interests in some way or another. There’s enough compromise between a man and a woman under normal circumstances, let alone when they are seen as opposites. Simple things such as following a similar diet plan or a regular exercise regime can make life a lot more pleasant and easier. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;How can you possibly merge two completely different lifestyles? Unless someone decides to change I’m bound to believe it will only last as long as the initial attraction does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-958534969857983279?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DtaEWwM57ivTq7z2w_vOEi5YXC4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/DtaEWwM57ivTq7z2w_vOEi5YXC4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~4/ZAxbZbRkTDk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/feeds/6061173585241539934/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-it-out.html#comment-form" title="10 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/6061173585241539934?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/6061173585241539934?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~3/ZAxbZbRkTDk/work-it-out.html" title="Work it out" /><author><name>Andrei Claude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SSSfjagMzyI/AAAAAAAAALo/7f51fkvTGdM/S220/andrei_claude_blog_picture.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/Shgc8yRK4TI/AAAAAAAAAPc/WtRtBQQszyc/s72-c/andrei_claude_blog_work_it_out.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>10</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2009/05/work-it-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IAQ3o7cSp7ImA9WxJTF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562476829082196366.post-8824436838491560858</id><published>2009-04-26T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T14:32:22.409-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-26T14:32:22.409-07:00</app:edited><title>A matter of time?</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SfTRHLa2H1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/8sqMy3tUzu0/s1600-h/andrei_claude_blog_a_matter_of_time.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329114180340817746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SfTRHLa2H1I/AAAAAAAAAPU/8sqMy3tUzu0/s400/andrei_claude_blog_a_matter_of_time.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;People say you need to allow a relationship time to really understand its value. So just how much time is needed then? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In a city like New York where nobody wastes a single minute you learn that our time really is precious. A survey carried out in the United States revealed that over 30% of marriages take place after a couple dates for 1 to 2 years. 15% occur after dating for less than 1 year, and almost 20% after 6 months or less. After reading these statistics many will probably argue that it’s no wonder the divorce rate in America is so high. This same survey also disclosed that over 73% of these couples lived together before getting married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Yes I believe that every relationship is different, but furthermore that is because we tend to change throughout the years. We discover more about ourselves, what we like and dislike. We understand our boundaries, what is acceptable to us and what is not. It is a combination of strong chemistry along with somewhat of a methodological assessment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The physical attraction is not enough, we need to also be practical when we evaluate our compatibility. In a way it is like using a risk meter to measure the odds. The potential of a relationship to some extent can be established within weeks, provided both are honest and obviously spend a reasonable amount of time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-8824436838491560858?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/blLfPkdvmuK6DaCvcHNBMTnrbCo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/blLfPkdvmuK6DaCvcHNBMTnrbCo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~4/6YoNnZbeaLE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/feeds/8190707996292661993/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-is-real-until-its-gone.html#comment-form" title="14 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/8190707996292661993?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5562476829082196366/posts/default/8190707996292661993?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/LTUH/~3/6YoNnZbeaLE/nothing-is-real-until-its-gone.html" title="Nothing is real until it’s gone…" /><author><name>Andrei Claude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SSSfjagMzyI/AAAAAAAAALo/7f51fkvTGdM/S220/andrei_claude_blog_picture.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/Sc3Ijc28zWI/AAAAAAAAAPE/RzRTpcy2jPM/s72-c/andrei_claude_blog_nothing_is_real.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2009/03/nothing-is-real-until-its-gone.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8CRnc_eCp7ImA9WxVUFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562476829082196366.post-693731187341277724</id><published>2009-03-21T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T17:47:47.940-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-21T17:47:47.940-07:00</app:edited><title>Love on 5th Avenue</title><content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/ScWKR5l34UI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wiQpSlmm2xc/s1600-h/andrei_claude_blog_fifth_avenue.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315806975302820162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/ScWKR5l34UI/AAAAAAAAAO8/wiQpSlmm2xc/s400/andrei_claude_blog_fifth_avenue.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I was walking down 5th avenue a few minutes ago when out of the blue I found myself asking the question; &lt;em&gt;can people really find love around here?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;With a population density of almost 67,000 people per square mile Manhattan is a place where variety is certainly not lacking. There are thousands of people walking across town every day. Here you will come across every possible look and style… but is it really just about finding the look or style that you consider attractive? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;As much as I like living here in New York City the truth is everyone in this place seems to be searching for fame and fortune rather than just a pleasant and prosperous life. It appears that many struggle simply to get by each day, and if they get laid off work it might just be a matter of time before they get evicted.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So how could people expect to find genuine love in this joint? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether they live in denial or simply accept the reality for what it is I believe at some point everyone wants to experience a true romance and discover that person who will change their world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;They call Manhattan the city that never sleeps, perhaps that is because none dares to ever close their eyes and set themselves free for one minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-693731187341277724?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Most women say they love it, some even claim it’s better than sex. Not really something men would state I guess, or at least not so openly. A brief research conducted by Dr. Andrew Scott, a student at UCL London reveals that it’s suspected phenylethylamine which is one of the compounds found in cocoa causes an emotional high similar to being in love. It stimulates the nervous system and increases the heart rate and blood pressure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A chemical also known to be released in the brain when eating chocolate is serotonin, which gives a sense of well-being. Chocolate also helps women relieve stress and get in a romantic mood, which normally results in more sensual and passionate sex. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So should chocolate be classified as a drug or food? and is it just women who posses this craving? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I believe it is neither of the two, and in spite of what some people claim it is in no way addictive. It’s the combination of sugar and fat which makes the flavor of chocolate so desirable not the compounds it contains. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Similarly men crave for sugar and fat occasionally. Perhaps not as often as women who due to their menstrual cycle end up with a frequent hormone imbalance, this creates the famous mood swings and that is when the craving reaches its peak. Most men wouldn’t admit that they sometimes crave chocolate as well, the reason is that it can be interpreted as a weakness, which is obviously something men desperately attempt to obscure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s clearly something sensual about chocolate, probably the fact that it melts at just above body temperature. However, next time your date, boyfriend or husband offers you chocolate know that there could very well be an underlying reason. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-8822582012103162654?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A world where men and women practically compete on a daily basis to look their best. Having said that a large percentage of women simply adore the idea of dressing up in the latest fashion, accessories and jewelry. Many women also strive to look sexy and attractive for their partner. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With most men things are a little different though. Many guys try to use material items to attract the opposite sex. In fact some believe it’s almost like a mathematical formula to the sound of &lt;strong&gt;unlimited credit card + expensive car = attractive female&lt;/strong&gt;. I’m convinced it could work for some but in my opinion the catch wouldn’t really be worth the chase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the 21st century, where everyone wants to be in the public eye and celebrities seem to rule the world. Lindsay Lohan is seen wearing a Louis Vuitton bag and suddenly every girl wants one just like it. Britney Spears has made the color white a trend in sports cars and sport utility vehicles after making headlines with her white Mercedes and Range Rover.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing wrong with men and women being into material things, I’m absolutely fine with that. Driving a stylish sports car, dressing up in high end designer wear and jewelry can be appealing, however if your date is found trying to check out the tag on your underwear then it might be a little too much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fashion is absolutely great if used correctly and doesn’t become an obsession. Yes people can certainly enhance their appearance and look more attractive wearing the right clothing and accessories, but these days it seems as though the label is given more importance than the attire itself. Similarly the car seems to be getting more attention than the person behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-807448620553403874?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Double standards… whatever! Men on the other hand get tagged if they project that vision. No I’m talking about getting tagged on MySpace or facebook, I’m saying people will keep mentioning that he is a vain person. Possibly even call him narcissistic or gay! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Oh yeah… I get that all the time. Does it bother me? Absolutely not. It’s my job and I get paid to maintain my appearance, but obviously some people don’t appreciate that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The truth is all men are vain irrelevant of what they try to exhibit. The same way every woman enjoys a man lusting over her, men want to be physically desired by women. It is our instinct to seduce in order to obtain sex and besides everyone takes pleasure in being the object of fantasy. It is also a fact that women lust just as much as men do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;There is an obvious reason why men on the covers of romance novels look the way they do. Similarly girls on the cover of playboy magazine all look a certain way, to put it mildly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It’s a game of seduction whether you acknowledge it or not. Many men live in denial though and sometimes attempt to compensate for the lack of self confidence with material assets such as cars. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;The definition of the word vain is excessively proud or concerned about one’s appearance. In my opinion this word often gets thrown around without much thought, because really, who isn’t concerned about their appearance?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-4411981640319055777?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It’s essential for good physical and mental health, and should not be neglected. Still there are many people who don’t manage to get a good night’s sleep each day. There are of course many reasons why this happens, but I’m just going to tackle the issue many couples have. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Women like to have a man at their side during the night. It’s a warm and secure feeling which probably provides a deep and more comfortable night’s sleep. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Men on the other hand actually have disturbed sleep when there’s someone else in the bed. The size of bed is irrelevant. It’s also irrelevant whether or not they’ve had sex before. The exact reason for this isn’t quite clear, but most men tend to sleep lightly when there’s a woman next to them. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Some studies have suggested that it could be an instinctive thing, kind of like the man watches over his woman at night. Whatever… &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="FONT-FAMILY: verdana; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So what, does this mean men and women should sleep in separate beds? Well 23% of American couples apparently do that. Perhaps that isn’t quite the best solution though. When it comes to sleeping a couple should be clear about what allows them to get a good rest and what disturbs them at night. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Sleep is a selfish part of life. It’s about waking up refreshed and being ready for a new day, so cut the man some slack and avoid the usual &lt;b face="verdana"&gt;“why are you giving me your back”&lt;/b&gt; question, because it’s nothing personal, he just wants to get some sleep, that's the reason why.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-4847108962565434224?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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When does a man finally decide he’s had enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Well, obviously some men are more accepting than others. Why? Perhaps because they feel they have to be that way. Ironically those guys will always end up on the bottom of a women’s “to do” list. It’s only common sense, if something’s right there at your feet 24 7 you’ll kick it away because you know it will come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Girls have to always play their game, they wouldn’t ever want to appear too available or easy. So as soon as something begins to develop the game is on. While many men fear this challenge, others simply live for it. Yes, that’s how different men could be.  Needless to say a man who normally has trouble getting women’s attention is going to hang on much longer. In most instances it’s the female who dominates this game, but certainly not always. Some men also play their game, and I’ll tell you it’s quite an encounter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Guys could make it seem as though they’re totally infatuated with a girl when all they’re really after is just another conquest, perhaps something to enhance their ego. Sex is  a man’s ultimate achievement, so it’s pretty simple, he gets her into bed and he wins. Therefore what  happens from that moment on is kind of irrelevant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;So why do many girls still  insist on playing their game?  What’s a guy supposed to think at this point?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Personally I believe everyone has their limits, and therefore if a girl keeps pushing it chances are he will lose interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-4339441390980615555?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A contemporary approach or simply an outrage?" /><author><name>Andrei Claude</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="29" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SSSfjagMzyI/AAAAAAAAALo/7f51fkvTGdM/S220/andrei_claude_blog_picture.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/STZGLkNy_vI/AAAAAAAAANA/k-zhp7Tzt9Q/s72-c/andrei_claude_blog_no_strings_attached.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://andreiclaude.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-strings-attached-contemporary.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IAQncycSp7ImA9WxRUF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5562476829082196366.post-7811060913622798574</id><published>2008-11-26T06:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T06:25:43.999-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-26T06:25:43.999-08:00</app:edited><title>Why is it always about sex?</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SS1bCsW7ZdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GSmdbbA4rDs/s1600-h/andrei_claude_blog_sex_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_msWF8OEwGZk/SS1bCsW7ZdI/AAAAAAAAAMg/GSmdbbA4rDs/s400/andrei_claude_blog_sex_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272970840545912274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What is it with men always wanting sex? Is a man’s sex drive simply uncontrollable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well first of all not all men or women have an equal sex drive. In fact sex drive is quite an individual issue, although generally in men it’s known to be rather high. There are other factors which effect both males and females. Such as people who maintain a healthy lifestyle, exercise regularly and avoid the consumption of alcohol, cigarettes and drugs tend to have a higher sex drive than individuals who neglect their nutrition and health in general. There are many instances where a woman is actually more sexually driven than the man, however women somehow seem to be much more in control and most times would only have sex if they feel it’s appropriate or are totally infatuated.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;" class="MsoNormal" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So is it always men who initiate sex? Perhaps not always but a good 90% of the time it is. Why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sex is also a means of expression, one which men find extremely convenient. Whereas a woman might feel she’s connecting with her partner by laying in bed at night and talking about everything that occurred during the day a man would much rather just get down to business roll over and sleep.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The problem is that most men have trouble expressing themselves verbally so often sex appears like the ideal substitute. Many times it’s simply the physical attraction which creates that sexual desire in a man, and it’s absolutely no reason for a woman to feel insulted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5562476829082196366-7811060913622798574?l=andreiclaude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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