My First Closure

Its taken a while, but finally its done. I got what I've been waiting for, and its been a long time coming let me tell you. People always underestimate the value of closure. I never understood that, I've always believe that you need closure in everything you do, otherwise you will go on questioning everything around you and more importantly yourself. Without closure comes doubt.

It doesn't matter what you need it for. It could be for a job you quit because you didn't feel you were getting recognition (Go to the BOSS and let him know whose da man!), could be that you were a world famous athlete but failed to retire on a positive note (Michael Jordan ala 2002), could also be when you approached that HCHHSSTT at the bar and she refused to give you an answer (Silence is not always golden, I wish women would remember that!), and finally it could be that one relationship of yours that didn't work out because of circumstances and you've never known if it could work out (These are the worst one's they haunt you, they really do!).

Sometimes all it takes to get closure is a simple phone call (this is my favourite way!), sometimes a life altering event and sometimes you could just end up knocking on heavens door. How you get it doesn't matter, all that matters is that you have to move on. We all have our insecurities, why would you want to add to it?

Me, I got my closure and it was great. I'll be honest I knew I needed it, just didn't realise how much I needed it. While this all may seem soppy, sad and sentimental, all us Manly Men know that sometimes to be a man, you've got to admit accept the truth, not everything can be funny no matter how hard you try.

In the end all I know is next time I'm at a bar and I spot an HCHHSSTT, I'm going to get me some answers Clint Eastwood style.

My First Thirty

Well, we've done it! What everybody thought impossible has been made possible. For those that doubted us, those that didn't think we had the guts to make it this far let alone the talent. In the words of the immortal Fez I say "Good Day!"

We should all be proud that we've come this far with so little. One must look at this as a lesson in life, it doesn't matter what cards are dealt to you but how you play the hand you are dealt. I truly feel like we've accomplished a great thing.

I finally understand what the great people feel like: Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, Obama, Clinton(s) and Hitler! (Nah! I'm just kidding, not Hitler... only a moron could've lost WWII the way he did!). When you accomplish something so great, so fantastic, so... so... AWESOME! It makes everything else feel so trivial.

Let me also take this moment to say it wasn't easy, we lost a lot of good people along the way. Good people that we'll miss. There were times when we lost our way, but I feel we persevered and pushed on above and beyond what was expected of us.

Mom and Dad we've finally done it. We've reached 30 posts, and we're still going strong. I would take this opportunity to bring up some famous highlights from our older posts but I feel that would be too cliche. Instead I will just have you, my ardent viewers (Without whom none of this would be possible!) imagine that I did it. I would also thank God, but whats the point he already know how I feel!

Finally I would like to dedicate this post to all the HCHHSSTT's out there, without whom this would not be possible. Thank you! Thank you so much!

My First Irritation

This is something that I've wanted to talk about for a really long time. Its something that comes to my mind and stays there eating away at my mind, my head and my brain. I just didn't quite know when the appropriate time to discuss this would be.

Well after much contemplation, hesitation and doubt I have decided to speak about this subject. There I was riding my bike, trying to pay attention to the road and scope out possible HCHHSSTT's and obviously not succeeding at either. Its a wonder I haven't fallen down more than twice so far. Once, when it was raining and the bike slipped and the other time when I had to save those poor people from getting run over on the road but I digress that is for another time. So there I am riding away, trying to do the impossible job of multi tasking on two things that require absolute concentration, when suddenly my head itches.

That's right my head Itches! No, I do not suffer from dandruff. Yes, my hair is clean (shampoo it a minimum of 3 times a week). And its not the kind of Itch that goes away, its the kind that persists. Now, generally it would be a simple matter of scratching said Itch and being on my way. But, there are two problems that arise at this time; 1) I am riding a bike that requires both hands on the handle bar (one to clutch in, the other to brake and also helps to keep both hands to steer) and 2) I wear a friggin helmet. Have you ever tried to scratch your head through an helmet? Oh and worst of all do you really think I'm going to try and check out HCHHSSTT's when I have an itch I can't take care off.

I mean isn't it just like life to through you a curve ball when you are expecting a fast ball? Right when you are oh so comfortable, you start to itch.

My First Nightmare

I am so frigging scared, my palms are sweaty, my heart rate has tripled, and I have this nervous tick in my right eye that makes every HCHHSSTT think that I am winking at them. Lets just say my cheek's are not naturally this ruby red color.

I just don't know what to do, this is worse than the time I dreamt about these two HCHHSSTT's, one brunette and one red head and they made me choose between sleeping with them or eating the worlds largest, juiciest, most succulent 20 oz steak (I live in India, nuff said!). Hell its worse than the time I dreamt I was Superman flying in the sky when I lost my ability to fly and started falling to the ground. The only saving grace that time around was that I was invulnerable.

Well, the deal is I suddenly ran into a lot of cash, lets not say from where. I refuse to incriminate myself in any way, and I have this immense decision to make. Do I buy an Xbox 360? or a PS 3? Or Do I just not spend the money at all? (Yeah Right!)

Its a Nightmare I tell you, a nightmare. I think its worse than the time I met that HCHHSSTT, I gathered my courage and asked her for her number and she said "Yes". Do you realise how much pressure that can cause, getting a number from a HCHHSSTT. Nightmare!

And Yes, I just broke the all time record for using the phrase "HCHHSSTT" in one blog post.

My First Disagreement

I like to believe I am an agreeable person. Sure, there are times when I will take up an argument because I believe the other person to be completely demented (You know who you are!). However, on an everyday basis I would like to believe that I am not argumentative in nature.

Now, keeping this in mind I have a question to ask: Why in the world do women disagree with everything we say? They know we are speaking the truth, yet they chose to disagree. When we are right, as far as they are concerned we are wrong!

They choose to disagree for the sake of disagreeing! This is something that is prominent in all women, My mom (God Bless her soul, I love her dearly!) always chooses to disagree with me, and I can never understand "Why?". My sister, well she's a brat so that doesn't need much of an explanation. Women I work with, chose to disagree with everything us men have to say, I think its done on principle for them. Whatever you say, women will disagree. Now, I'm not saying that we are always correct, nobody is perfect. But, the extent to which they take it is ridiculous.

The worst example is when you go out with your Female Drinking Buddy (FDB going forward) and you come across an HCHHSSTT, and your FDB basically says that there is no way you can land the girl. The fact that you could actually land her has nothing to do with it, she'll just tell you that you can't! Better yet when you are discussing if the HCHHSSTT is wearing underwear or not, your FDB will still disagree all the while knowing that you should not be doubted on a topic like this.

I really do wish women would disagree less, it would lead to a more peaceful world. A world of harmony and happiness! Why can't we all just get along?

My First Man Crush

First of all before we even go further, I want to state for the record that I am not gay, I am straight. Completely heterosexual and if you need proof all you have to do is leave me in a room with an HCHHSSTT (I had to bring it up this time, I went an entire post without mentioning it!) and I promise the results will prove my heterosexuality.

Now, I'm sure all of us have at some point or other had a Man Crush, a Man Crush is an innocent thing, it could be because the person is an Awsome Athlete: Michael Jordan comes to mind along with Kobe Bryant, it could be because the person is an awesome Musician: Kurt Cobain, Jim Morrison (You know who you are!), or for the really weird people Michael Jackson. The person could also be a Billionaire Entrepreneur: Steve Job's, Bill Gates and Richard Branson come to mind.

The point is all heterosexual men suffer from Man Crushes, and its nothing to be afraid of! Does it mean you are gay? Hell No! It's OK to admire other men, its a very natural thing to do. After all if women can comment and admire other women why can't us men admire other men. I would like to take this moment to reitterate that I am not gay, I am completely heterosexual and I think I have proven it time and time again.

Its just that I felt that we needed to discuss this for all the men out there that go through this and feel shame. We should not feel shame for feeling admiration for a man that has achieved great things and has accomplished so much. Lets be honest, if these men were in fact women, we would be all over them! I mean can u imagine a chick that plays a guitar like Slash and is an HCHHSSTT! I know I would be worshipping the ground she walks on.

My point is, a Man Crush is normal and all Manly Men will admit to it. Its who we are, its what drives us to reach for new heights of greatness! Lets us not make fun of men and their Man Crushes instead let us respect them for being Manly Men and admitting that they admire other Manly Men that deserving of their admiration. However, I would like to point out if you do have a Man Crush for Boy George. Elton John or Peewee Herman you may want to consider coming out of the closet.

I would also like to point out again, I am not gay! I am completely heterosexual and love women. My Man Crush for Batman and Superman is perfectly normal!

My First Time

So the time has come, that I finally discuss the first time. Yep, THE FIRST TIME!

While some of you will be very interested in reading about this, some of you may not and there will be a few (very few) that will be repulsed. Unfortunately, it can't be helped. We all knew this time would come sooner or later and there is just no time like the present.

Most people treasure their First Time, and I guess in many ways I probably treasure my First Time too. On reflection I always wonder what I could have done differently to make it more special. Then it occurs to me, can your First Time even be special? There you are fumbling, bumbling and stumbling your way around and lets be honest all of us fumble, bumble and stumble the First Time. So how exactly is this supposed to be special?

The fumbling, bumbling and stumbling would make you believe that maybe your First Time isn't special, maybe its the Seventh Time that would be special. I mean if you haven't figured out things by your Seventh Time you are pretty much a goner. You would be destined to spend the rest of your life in misery because of your sheer lack of competence. For the record my Seventh Time was pretty special. Not just because I managed to get to seven but also because I'd like to believe I wasn't fumbling, bumbling and stumbling about as much.

I believe I'm different from most people (Yeah, we all say it! But the difference is I believe it!). Most people the First Time over compensate and well lets just say they can't handle the pressure and release early. Not me, I didn't over compensate and I sure didn't release early... I just couldn't start. There I was and I couldn't start. Ever hear the expression "Deer in headlights", well that was me. It's not like I didn't want to start, its just that I couldn't start, In retrospect I guess even the best of things won't start when they don't want too.

And let me tell you, contrary to public opinion laughter is not the best medicine, especially at a time like this! Not only was it not appreciated, but First Time laughter nearly got me killed.

Eventually I did get started and things turned out pleasantly enough, was it as good as the Seventh Time? Of course not but you live and you learn.

And No! This time I am not talking about the First Time I rode my bike. That was worse!