<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 19 Dec 2024 03:23:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>BILF</category><category>Choo</category><category>Highheelathon</category><category>Imelda Marcos</category><category>Monica Lewinsky</category><category>NILF</category><category>New York</category><category>airport</category><category>breastfeeding</category><category>girlfriend</category><category>gym</category><category>heidi klum</category><category>nipples</category><category>phone sex</category><category>seduction</category><category>sex</category><title>Reality Bytes</title><description></description><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>190</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-8712162992148110671</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Nov 2010 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-14T21:29:14.286+11:00</atom:updated><title>Time for a Break</title><atom:summary type="text">Loyal Readers,


After 16 months and almost 200 posts, Chuck is taking some time off - let&#39;s call it a sabbatical. It could be anywhere between 3 and 6 months or it could be longer.


If you have a relationship crisis or just cant figure out the opposite sex Chuck is available for private consultation through email.


Many thanks to all who have contributed in recent times and thanks for your </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/11/time-for-break.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhirwOy8suaJ_jjiFRMX5votBSAvkLRtMU358knIvElgwXX-Gof9eBT8nqdtrrUxEDCScF-9quoBmhBtStM1gh3HrP84RSiMqlmn7197CRNBstT2gKv2RomZOy3CMLggCSwTPZ_sYdirQr6/s72-c/sabbatical1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-785630640302951358</guid><pubDate>Sun, 31 Oct 2010 10:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-31T21:31:02.340+11:00</atom:updated><title>I don&#39;t know, but I&#39;ve been told. Eskimo pussy is mighty cold!</title><atom:summary type="text">&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  
Chuck’s a big believer that as men age it becomes more difficult to make new friends. Loyal readers who know Chuck well will be choking on their latte’s at that statement, stunned that a magnetic personality like Chuck would make such a remark.&amp;nbsp; Chuck’s not talking about becoming buddy buddy with some dude at work that you occasionally head off to a football game with.</atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-dont-know-but-ive-been-told-eskimo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizw0VBxMUJQ7R40XZnSVUvxPISLPqOVzb7JiWUQZuKacyopcZD9dNyILZcEOnWHLiXUsvvulIWJ8uh43SEoaL3vKDCxTu5L2iWG90gxWYrFh3HOAjBb6aRXxnlV5fIKeLD7ALngBrPMzTW/s72-c/SAS.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-7544648878236144107</guid><pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2010 13:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-25T00:15:54.251+11:00</atom:updated><title>The gift that keeps on giving</title><atom:summary type="text">Chuck,
I have a serious thing for a friend of my mate’s girlfriend and I think the attraction is mutual. However, before I launch into things with her I thought I’d come and see the “man” and get your take on a particular issue. This girl had the reputation as a good time girl back in the day. One of the widely known results of these good times amongst her circle of friends was a case of herpes. </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/10/gift-that-keeps-on-giving.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdBLgZFRzJzaQxLPSJTwDVc3OQQwnataJQFzTGqrAWuPC26rWBBqOFFinM2IGhiOHqzobzN1gq7El0EcsCLnUo6lUdo72jqOeFBGB_192kBfuxYOJreqzD8zk6bRWjWVxXRq4Kg4NzQz7i/s72-c/gift.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-1079444925354230163</guid><pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2010 11:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-17T22:35:36.153+11:00</atom:updated><title>Have Baby, will not Travel</title><atom:summary type="text">&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  
Chuck’s humblest apologies, dear readers, for the lack of activity last week, but Chuck was on the road. Many of you will be choking on your skinny latte at that weak excuse since Chuck’s other role as a successful businessman sees him travelling frequently yet he makes the time to dish advice on a regular basis. The difference on this trip was that Chuck was travelling in </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/10/have-baby-will-not-travel.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIcuePGEOPhKCexor8IrNQDvuvJPFb-kigS9_C5opeKGqpFmhupiJwykBhjcN3baJ35Q9C5SFiklw0qzM7XizGfqEOJJR5yKqSW0t7FS730cmaxrG9T-ioUWxEOtAy0aqxxhhNhsiV-2r7/s72-c/baby.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-1592627037148897925</guid><pubDate>Tue, 05 Oct 2010 10:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-05T21:33:32.635+11:00</atom:updated><title>Clothes make the man.</title><atom:summary type="text">
Clothes make the man. Naked people have little or no influence on society.
-&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Mark Twain
Dear Chuck,
My boyfriend has his very own style, which I really like (jeans, chequered shirt and converse all-stars are standard fare). I have a work function coming up where partners are encouraged to attend and the dress code is semi formal. All of the firm’s hierarchy will be </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/10/clothes-make-man.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNJH3PTMRjKdFOOSyuTNz_mPh_PlYATHO9w-LgGZDiatlPJ00a4KSLV4wCNT4FoyPBz0qQYtcqsrSQQ80xWTMoWVTgJk7Y2oj9bE6Y4UmGMqNASZ3s1sVPlX3gEHug0hHDDytC4cH4w6ws/s72-c/skinny+black.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-6581616995112910889</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Sep 2010 11:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-26T21:40:43.466+10:00</atom:updated><title>Road Kill</title><atom:summary type="text">&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  
Chuck,
For the last couple of years I’ve been living the dream – working in Sydney but travelling down to Melbourne for work at least once a month.&amp;nbsp; I have been hooking up with a co-worker on the sly for almost the entire time. I’m not going to lie, it has been awesome having a girl down there and thanks to the tyranny of distance, I don’t have to commit to anything. I</atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/09/road-kill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKJE8iKV7YP5FQGN286jG1m8AcHreJDraeFf5GCIC_63FkeAUtwHJi-vQGC2uckb9AnDxB3txsUAbSH-BIlXogUlt-uncVkZtLLPNX4qVuYlZnqhE9idl3xp23qCZnOA3gKsm4GPpG6yb2/s72-c/tasmanian-roadkill9.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-7916731397114004820</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Sep 2010 00:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-24T10:24:01.945+10:00</atom:updated><title>Twisted Sister</title><atom:summary type="text">Dear Chuck,


I’m 22 and my brother is 23 (I know, my parents didn’t mess around). He is blessed with having some of the best looking friends who also happen to be really great guys as well. His best friend (let’s call him Toby) is gorgeous and I think there is definite chemistry between us. My question to you Chuck is whether or not I should speak to my brother about getting together with Toby. </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/09/twisted-sister.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixxnSuHV5d_-CaotR-cB8Pl_27L-PtZSpfPjjLjp1PCqhL61hHw4YoXd8oUMb9qBn5NNP_fTQ42Zxo0usAbjMBWfPsE2XFg_j9vs1OO-AJJ20_r4xIp4HO-F0P2ihe1l1dt6IJFBLnFlx0/s72-c/Twisted_Sister_-_Big_Hits_Nasty_Cuts.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-4868558247358922383</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2010 11:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-19T21:12:37.861+10:00</atom:updated><title>Bros before Ho’s</title><atom:summary type="text">&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  
Chuck,
We have a man down. 
A friend of mine has found himself a girlfriend and completely dropped out of circulation. It’s the worst case of being under the thumb I have ever witnessed. He didn’t have a serious girlfriend for quite some time so I understood him disappearing for a couple of months, however this has now gone on for over a year.
How should I go about telling </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/09/bros-before-hos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb1rZ2j2Yulvz-7rszMQ6Vd4u-maIyUshYu6Xor23x9VxJrA8nS1qY5m5bw3QD15Xi2JQ5uWzsjU3saH4lLQIcFPHr0qL7SWq5qB9Nm-33gDCdzlbsx5ermIIFaV1VYiqHZcT8O3lTw0AG/s72-c/bros+before+hos.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-1841389223135655287</guid><pubDate>Sun, 12 Sep 2010 12:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-12T22:09:49.549+10:00</atom:updated><title>I must break you</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Early last week Chuck experienced a watershed moment - an occurrence that absolutely tests ones mettle and often determines which path you will continue on in life. Mrs Long had had a rough afternoon with the new Long spawn who’d suddenly decided that sleep was for pussies. Chuck figured he’d get home, strap on the super dad cape and restore order. Unfortunately it didn’t </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-must-break-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEvGKllK74BUObR83_0L-ENN_DvzoSzPuOdfiN_5O6JN2OgeMVM6AqUZPNYwUzjB__tTDkH0_nE5WMrL86jYJ4ki5AKVMJ3cUp02PZ6xH3z_kvifdUG2KcnVTHM6vvlCMI5FndJ08j3elc/s72-c/ivandrago.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-4760797547760825811</guid><pubDate>Thu, 09 Sep 2010 12:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-09T22:21:55.817+10:00</atom:updated><title>The Follies of Cross Gender Friendship</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Dear guru,
A keeno guy wants to take me on a 2nd date, he was interesting but a bit annoying and I&#39;m not buzzed but open to friendship... Maybe, he has some good business ideas and I need to hang with people all motivated and inspired and stuff. Should I tell him in an email I&#39;m not up for romance dates but friendly ones are OK? Or should I just let him work that out for </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/09/follies-of-cross-gender-friendship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNW_RXsE9V1fxlop6j-0zuw-m0dnlPi5e7HfREUg0uHe0ADbQ1GZBYnLy7TCfxftr-OgyuXGkWBChSZVbj76TVrPRT_Hn4UKC8r5leKaV5Y_ZSFdbvOZPvvCh0BOfd4DtN1nclNTCQpO61/s72-c/richard-branson.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-7430161911407585223</guid><pubDate>Sun, 05 Sep 2010 12:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-09-05T22:25:22.444+10:00</atom:updated><title>Can Educated European Men be Right?</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Recently while fulfilling his duties as a highly successful businessman, Chuck found himself at a conference that required a stay in a hotel (no, this tale does not involve call girls – stay with Chuck though). The first night of the conference saw an opening dinner and key note speaker* that invariably lead to a few bottles of red wine being polished off. Chuck hobnobbed </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/09/can-educated-european-men-be-right.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcoa_lNb37n5a1SP3hBPuRYBHBoR-4Ern4UO57SW294Xc_AiB2QtR_JJWYNnBRTkG5H1qZwzyrGxPkKONqnasHqIy271K720RmilWYOuXKQQfI1Cwb5JaHFpJAb9ZslQ5oz8R8j6mDZD7l/s72-c/euro+men.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-9200527671430330309</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2010 11:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-31T21:53:25.838+10:00</atom:updated><title>Daddy&#39;s Little Girl</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Chuck,
I’m 20 and dating a girl of the same age who I go to uni with. We both live with our parents but quite some distance apart so spending time together usually means hanging at one of our houses. Her dad is really protective which makes things difficult but even worse he is totally intimidating (he is massive, smart and doesn’t have a sense of humour). How am I </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/08/daddys-little-girl.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTSEkyCuXd7hCBPm-2uQ6AocAtoa16mOqWd9gAfPzemy3u9vl-MSkGMAxr6U_FGr8uhPlvAs3fySpcOaI1i9kU1XP5EECyIF38dxllA2fwbVX7vEpKFi96JnX5BLi9mkIu6h1bFpD19jYo/s72-c/dad.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-4486866990588289593</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Aug 2010 14:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-25T00:38:56.666+10:00</atom:updated><title>Just like NASCAR</title><atom:summary type="text">Folks, Chuck apologises for the sporadic nature of the posts in recent weeks, who would have thought having a newborn baby would put such a crimp in ones artistic endeavours! Although Mrs Long assumes the vast majority of the work (breast feeding which seems to be a never ending cycle) Chuck is forever consumed with chores such as nappy changing, settling or hanging out copious amounts of laundry</atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/08/just-like-nascar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKtBIkSHNFiLUCpZDw2E6T3Lh3xv1C0MP7ud-cA72SksT5WYpQWS-oZ_5Fvq8sOFJ77SbJGQmB5Q-GKrEJvXq3X5slbafuIAMXu29KFLyAiOAXdJCHkAh7T-g2fkjWQSFZdM9LiSNe-kGm/s72-c/pit%2520crew.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-8927324957672700291</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Aug 2010 11:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-17T21:51:33.132+10:00</atom:updated><title>Time keeps on ticking,…..into the future.</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Dear Chuck,
All this talk of babies and engagement rings has got me thinking about my personal situation. I’ve just nudged closer to 40 than 30 and while I have a great career, lifestyle and friends, I’m pretty confident that I’d ultimately like to marry and have a family. I have a wonderful partner and we’ve never really talked about these thoughts I’m now having, but I </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/08/time-keeps-on-tickinginto-future.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVPOji91elEBUczv4a4sgbaf07A7uPN52fHdk3Aq5avv-1wO38HysBHw9_pXERu_KK19CHG3o4h4HL0sMCnoauXIrvPt9XQoKIVqk2svzuGO-Ie9UVAJGKSfOOg_JuC9TNj6Vc5HrDtSA_/s72-c/old+bride.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-3443045255341542899</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Aug 2010 12:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-15T22:04:48.699+10:00</atom:updated><title>They’re Still Out There!</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Dear Chuck
Congratulations on the new bub, it was interesting to hear a man&#39;s perspective on childbirth.
A few nights a go I went on a date with a guy I met at last weeks City to Surf Fun Run. We got talking, had a dance, he bought me a drink and asked for my number.
Wednesday he calls me and Friday we met up for a drink then dinner.
I was running 10 minutes late so I </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/08/theyre-still-out-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZ0_lehD79WtyilHPg2VPhtAE6wRE1XSCT0cPcspCVvWGPZttUZK3pr-5M9-xLlWzMCieCRu7h_8l4Wxn60fDyeHw5hmbutKv_JfAMnnN5ifq5aM5fW70n_SF08gnwdEDF8oA6w-HzUeTg/s72-c/spandex.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-3552244894431252693</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2010 11:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-12T21:53:00.165+10:00</atom:updated><title>Diamonds are Forever</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Chuck,
I’ve psyched myself up to propose to my girlfriend of 3 years. I’m wondering if I should propose with an engagement ring or just propose and then take her along to choose one?
I’ve got pretty good taste but I wanted to check in with the man first
Wally


Wally,
You’ve come to the right place. 
Women are generally split into two camps; a) want the surprise of their </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/08/diamonds-are-forever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmfXkVGrnsNOuV32Oftm5o4X2UFvYBzEnrR-FKI6GtaKlJAGAAeIx0oNPvv4Z82I72uOFZhy_1yLECrqHkTi0AZ8QR2p62nuZuG-2AGh6s1W_W1TognZsWBig7RNZSrTyrh2sH9IoB5b9f/s72-c/engagement_ring_in_box-2.s600x600.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-7088765258334073457</guid><pubDate>Sun, 08 Aug 2010 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-08T21:49:07.717+10:00</atom:updated><title>Room for only one cock in the henhouse</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Chuck,
I think I have a problem with one of my mates and have no f*cking clue how to handle it. A group of the lads head out almost every weekend for a few drinks and obviously to try our luck with the ladies. Almost every time I’ve been in pretty good with a girl my mate finds a way to interrupt and totally kill any chance I had. Why would any bloke do this and how do I </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/08/room-for-only-one-cock-in-henhouse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUiYrJvd8io89mfk4NN2_iu-nGS0vQ8pyg-5wsyInD7wWtZuKL_QBbNDCoPAlXzSfLxJX3z1aReGq0KBVFGPiL7nXYA0dtF9Aqjkv-WXMXeJx5C7MGHbX_8qo2S50r9JwA07jLxshOvmt4/s72-c/rooster.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-7283558528280607966</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2010 11:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-08-03T21:54:58.485+10:00</atom:updated><title>Recalibrating Reality</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Ok, so that vast majority of loyal Reality Bytes readers were probably relieved to learn that Mrs Long had finally spat the Long spawn out so that Chuck could get back to the business of saving relationships. The emails have been piling up over the last few weeks and months and Chuck hopes and pray that people have been able to keep it together as he’s been tending to the </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/08/recalibrating-reality.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCcSnuzwoDQc7YnkDda-_uXbm0Jr0hKQy_P821A0VyUG_qfXFRrKy1yw2_Rzgq-MUM6r__o0G0Wl9LuYb4ZUQgq5RcCEiizf4j4HiIiPM5LD3XP7yE2MmFaGGu5nT5DK41RzMcAzLBhwPD/s72-c/metal+mouth.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-1816211729721248262</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Jul 2010 11:08:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-29T21:08:31.187+10:00</atom:updated><title>The Eagle has Landed</title><atom:summary type="text">It’s all well and good documenting the ins and outs of a pregnancy each week but at some point every player needs to put his head over the ball and go when it’s his turn to go (to use hard core sporting metaphors). As loyal Reality Bytes readers will know, Chuck not only talks the talk, he walks the walk. So as delivery day drew nearer Chuck was fairly confident that he could run this child </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/07/eagle-has-landed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgUWZpL79Mxv_HtRfOXRJ0Zol4pNPKK2e71DdZ3r_YkbpFBfZkImpLSNZkUW1Pnau6c2syXHcjCH3AaF0TruOeJjUZpx-a_aTsompdekqCK1dRGT6c0Yr8dZWSGwDyb-C4R-xiXTPc9u0R/s72-c/Human_infant_newborn_baby.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-6942322440173261171</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2010 12:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-25T22:16:21.932+10:00</atom:updated><title>Despair is most often the offspring of ill-preparedness – Don Williams Jr</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Aside from the fact that Chuck has no idea who Don Williams Jr is or was, the above quote accurately depicts the situation that Chuck finds himself in. With a baby uncomfortably percolating in Mrs Long’s ample belly, it is now only a matter of time until the responsibility of young life is thrust upon Chuck. With that in mind, thoughts have turned to preparedness.
It was </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/07/despair-is-most-often-offspring-of-ill.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh95iXtKuuPiaq7sRFCEWUyLknt0e7OAiMtVaGzQmFcv2WsiBNMQDr_vrq-Wnnhp1AW80TUPINYj5tjb8JW-X0aVoitVT6hpdEYKLsQVql50IwycSzOPoiUDvfYSKilqO3vYEuTgMtz21mu/s72-c/strawgate.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-2171080433403783466</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jul 2010 11:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-20T21:57:21.338+10:00</atom:updated><title>Banana Hammock</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Hi Chuck,
I’d really like your opinion on a subject that is causing some tension in our household. My fiancé and I are about to head to Fiji for a long overdue holiday. Personally I find my fiancé irresistible and spunky. However, the issue I have is his insistence on packing Speedos rather than board shorts. He doesn’t have a bad body at all, I just think men look stupid </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/07/banana-hammock.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCeqw7EMbjsbTcPKG1k0AwYm0j8gv8bHvOg3gQifpRTq0lRnF03iXOAQZRuHfJ2YxS5nSjrP7yeFKy6kDeLiMU47G-5E_XSQKqVSViHssUislKrN0BtiH8R_mXS2xl7Ohyphenhyphen6vonkZAGSUjq/s72-c/772686-tony-abbott.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-8255946410187153148</guid><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jul 2010 11:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-18T21:57:48.492+10:00</atom:updated><title>Probing for more information</title><atom:summary type="text">
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With the impending birth of a first child, Chuck has been vacillating over a couple of potential career paths. On one hand, Chuck was thinking about following his heart and chasing his interest in vaginas to become an obstetrician. On the other hand, the years of study and the annoying owners of the vaginas had Chuck thinking about creating a series of birthing videos that</atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/07/probing-for-more-information.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzoxNVv_Qf9OWqX8ZNNSMrntZEES3qscOe2ZYjvA3VrX37Mzj3P6zc9T_Bz1yHLHsG8QWf07A2uqgEpPh_ICH91ocr5WoIKeRwGnJHuYdUObVmbxFROjd5324jOKVQR_6xH7fHvuqamG02/s72-c/probing.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-7078480267874226104</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Jul 2010 11:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-13T21:49:24.102+10:00</atom:updated><title>She’s got the Look</title><atom:summary type="text">
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Hi Chuck,
My boyfriend never notices things like a new haircut or dress. I make a real effort to look my best and I must say, it’s a little deflating when it goes without any form of recognition or reaction.
Why is it that guys have no clue when it comes to these sorts of things?
Sue Ellen

Dear Sue Ellen,
Let Chuck tell you the very best way to get your boyfriend to react</atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/07/shes-got-look.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyFh-1MhELZERLZdC4rEfKnnfEQlVC9hKbXGK6YX1oYr7dC9Q8O2VptOOy3yXQXjRc5flYPOCjmvdmR3Aimeu86xRH_3n5UwGQduOQLBeBlEs3Mjpwunqy6i6m8c2eoTxxfgEu78YgbqJe/s72-c/Roxette.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-4354386961169190450</guid><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 12:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-11T22:48:15.031+10:00</atom:updated><title>Destined to a life of Solitude</title><atom:summary type="text">
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It’s always disheartening to Chuck when he sees a dude floundering whilst trying to chat up a woman. Chuck has delivered countless tips over the time that Reality Bytes has been operational but it would seem the blog just doesn’t have the reach to assist all men and there are brothers out there going down in flames simply because they don’t have the fundamentals. Unless </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/07/destined-to-life-of-solitude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5XhYhWbkyblbcea6MHtzqlr2IdWUpF51Scsm1JEcc4DxtuLZQG61ixteDowqckMNh7YvAafCe6z1VeDScpKtHqKEWsyPpl7gbxUUrEmyRs95vWJFFY1lY9qH3-Z42L5bYRZDmbbbuDdx1/s72-c/solitude.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8659650735835741410.post-3460530263968104769</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jul 2010 11:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-08T22:14:11.269+10:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">airport</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">girlfriend</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">seduction</category><title>Delaying the Inevitable</title><atom:summary type="text">

G’day Chuck,
I’ve got a quick one I hope you can help me with, my girlfriend arrives back in the country in the next couple of days after a year away. How should I go about reigniting the passion – its been a long time after all?
Quincy

Quincy,
There is nothing like the last minute cry for help from a young man saddled with a chronic case of the blue balls.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately for you, Chuck is </atom:summary><link>http://realitybytes101.blogspot.com/2010/07/delaying-inevitable.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Reality Bytes)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBKsQJmZC-3NiAl76XMx_Abd59Tq5tkx_0gnBCZpn3x5R2qIb0tR_9qoQUmlpm6wJ2AXKiGlqXKpETyTvMxsHMlhNOdgquQClg4da_vR_DEqez835c-JlAgT2Rzfl1EHHF9_jncIlzeMl5/s72-c/arrival.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>