Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Happy Valentines Day!
Happy Valentines Day! Yes, we've made it through January and on to February and the winter storm of the century. Today we're stuck inside with nothing better to do than to try and cheer everyone up. What better way than by posting a short and funny video?
Enjoy "Cupid to the Rescue"--and tell us what you think. :)
Cupid, Tom and Becky are all "Pocket Personalities", a new arts endeavor by me and my very creative husband. We thought others might enjoy owning a miniature character from literature or history that means something special. They make excellent teaching aids for educators and of course they make super gifts. Plus, we are taking personal commissions, our first big project being a complete "family portrait" for my sister's family. That's fourteen kids, grandkids, husbands and wives altogether in peg doll form.
It certainly is a different than making everyone sit for a stuffy and boring oil painting to hang on the wall, don't you think? Who wouldn't enjoy seeing their loved ones in doll form? (And they make a great way to teach little ones about their family members.)
Pocket Personalities now available at Theophilus Saxe's Emporium:
http://www.etsy.com/shop/theophilussaxe
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Love is...a Banoffee Pie
Love is… a Banoffee Pie
I was going to write something deeply profound and touching about how wonderful it is when you finally meet your soul mate and marry him and share a lovely, romantic weekend together… but I won’t.
Instead, I will give you all a recipe for Banoffee Pie.
What has a delicious toffee-cream-banana-topped pie in a graham cracker crust got to do with love? A lot, since my beautiful soul mate is making one for me this very instant in honor of our first Valentine’s Day together as man and wife. And if you can’t figure out how several cups of brown sugar and condensed milk shows how “sweet” he is on me, then you need to stop rinsing your mouth out daily in vinegar and watch a marathon of Groundhog Day, The Wedding Singer and 50 First Dates.
Then you’ll see what I mean.
Banoffee Pie
1 - graham cracker pie crust (or make a crushed cookie pie crust of your own choosing)
5 ½ oz. unsalted butter
2/3 cup of brown sugar
14 oz. can condensed milk
2 –bananas cut up in coin-shaped slices
10 oz. whipping cream
some chopped, toasted hazelnuts (if you like)
chocolate shavings (if you like)
To make the toffee filling, place butter and sugar in a saucepan and heat until the sugar is dissolved, the pour in the condensed milk. Cook over a medium heat for 5 – 6 minutes, stirring continuously until the mixture has thickened and turned golden. Hint: scrape the bottom of the pan continuously as you stir. Don’t overcook it or your mixture will turn to thick fudge.
Pour the toffee mixture into the pie crust and chill one hour until firm.
Slice bananas and place on top of the toffee mixture. Whip the cream until it holds its shape and pile on top of the bananas, then decorate the top with chopped nuts and chocolate shavings as you like. Enjoy!
Happy Valentine’s Day!
Friday, January 18, 2008
The secret to sexual compatibility?
Here's an article that made me think twice. (Maybe more than twice!):
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22452653/
And it got me scratching my head... Just what is the secret to sexual compatibility?
We casually say things like “opposites attract” and “there’s security in familiarity”, but for every couple you meet that are complete opposites in personality that seem to have a good relationship you’ll find another couple that look like identical twins—they dress, think and breathe alike—and they seem perfectly happy together, too.
With so many contradictions in the world, how do we discover this sexual compatibility secret?
This one paragraph offers a glimmer of hope to solving this mystery:
At least one study has suggested that it’s not so much the other person’s personality as it is yours. Happy people tend to be happy in relationships. The lovers and spouses of people who are less negative in their outlook and behavior tend to be more satisfied, too.
It’s that simple. “Happy people tend to be happy in relationships.” Uh-huh. I can grasp that statement.
But really—that’s all it is? I mean, doesn’t physical attractiveness and sexual technique play a role in this complex equation? With all those “Viva Viagra!” commercials playing on television lately, you’d think that all it took to obtain sexual capability is for the guy to pop a pill or two and swing his partner around on the dance floor a few times.
But what if one person in the relationship refuses to be “happy” and enjoys acting out in a negative fashion? That would sabotage the entire relationship it apears. After all, it takes two to tango. Both dancers have to be dancing to the same tune.
So, what can you do if you’re the “not-so-happy person” in the relationship or the “happy person” and your partner acts the complete opposite? I haven’t a clue. But if you have any good advice on how to put both partners on the same level of happiness and insure sexual capability, I think everyone would appreciate your insights as well. So, leave your words of wisdom in the comment box below.
Here’s to “happily every after” in our stories—and our relationships.
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/22452653/
And it got me scratching my head... Just what is the secret to sexual compatibility?
We casually say things like “opposites attract” and “there’s security in familiarity”, but for every couple you meet that are complete opposites in personality that seem to have a good relationship you’ll find another couple that look like identical twins—they dress, think and breathe alike—and they seem perfectly happy together, too.
With so many contradictions in the world, how do we discover this sexual compatibility secret?
This one paragraph offers a glimmer of hope to solving this mystery:
At least one study has suggested that it’s not so much the other person’s personality as it is yours. Happy people tend to be happy in relationships. The lovers and spouses of people who are less negative in their outlook and behavior tend to be more satisfied, too.
It’s that simple. “Happy people tend to be happy in relationships.” Uh-huh. I can grasp that statement.
But really—that’s all it is? I mean, doesn’t physical attractiveness and sexual technique play a role in this complex equation? With all those “Viva Viagra!” commercials playing on television lately, you’d think that all it took to obtain sexual capability is for the guy to pop a pill or two and swing his partner around on the dance floor a few times.
But what if one person in the relationship refuses to be “happy” and enjoys acting out in a negative fashion? That would sabotage the entire relationship it apears. After all, it takes two to tango. Both dancers have to be dancing to the same tune.
So, what can you do if you’re the “not-so-happy person” in the relationship or the “happy person” and your partner acts the complete opposite? I haven’t a clue. But if you have any good advice on how to put both partners on the same level of happiness and insure sexual capability, I think everyone would appreciate your insights as well. So, leave your words of wisdom in the comment box below.
Here’s to “happily every after” in our stories—and our relationships.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
Moving out, moving up, moving on
I’m not sure what to write about for this blog so I guess I will simply tell you why I haven’t been doing much creative writing lately.
I’ve moved—myself and all my junk (and there’s plenty of it) about two miles southeast of my previous location. No, this really wasn’t my idea, but my lawyer seem to think it’s best I move out of the house since my soon-to-be-ex-spouse seems so attached to it that he’s pretty much trashed the place. By moving out and moving on with my life, it gives him one less thing to be nasty about come the final decree. But moving like this—with only a few weeks notice and all by myself essentially up until the day of the move—definitely was nothing I had foreseen several months ago.
The day that I moved the “big items”, i.e., the furniture, was sort of festive. I had several good friends come with their pick up trucks to come and pick up the big pieces and take them over to my new apartment… which happens to be on the second floor.
Uh-oh.
Yeah, it was a sweltering, hot sweaty day in late July. (Luckily, I moved before the real heat wave began—the high probably was only near 90 that day instead of the 106 degrees Fahrenheit they forecasted for today.) So, the added stress and heat of “moving up” certainly added to the stress I was already feeling. But, bless their hearts, they got everything up the twisty-turny staircase and into my new flat. I had been holding my breath that the dining table with the big pedestal base would make it up those steps and through the narrow front door, and, believe it or not, it did. It looks great in the kitchen area, too.
The only real furniture mishap was my computer desk—the cabinet that housed my printer and junk sort of went “whoosh” and toppled over into pieces like a house of cards falling over upon its removal from my previous abode. It hadn’t been put together very well obviously the first time, so it couldn’t take the front step without collapsing. Sigh! It sits in pieces around the living area of my new place. I’m looking for a handyman—or handywoman—to help me glue it back together. I think the screws are all stripped and some of the lovely particleboard panels have cracked, so it needs major surgery.
Other wonderful post-moving hassles have included the exploding washer drain hose from hell (I’m currently waiting for a return phone call from Home Depot—sigh!) and learning to cope with living two and half stories up with a very narrow balcony to put my outdoor plants on… I finally got wise and decided to put my “rubber tree” (I have no idea what to call this plant my dad gave me about twelve years ago) down in the side patio area of the apartment building. The only problem it now has is that the wind tends to topple it over and I don’t see it’s fallen unless I peek out from behind my blinds (drawn to prevent the killer sun from further baking my apartment). Such is life in apartment city, as I call my new neighborhood.
I’ve had to deal with a lot of other issues, too, like looking for full-time work with health benefits (no luck there yet) and dealing with my daughters who don’t seem to want to talk to me anymore. So, this isn’t an excuse for not writing—it’s more of an explanation why my heart isn’t into as much at this point in history.
The high point of all this moving hell is my friends and family members who have been very supportive of me. I love them all.
Well, let’s end this blog on a high note and ask a discussion question you can comment upon and share your life wisdom with me. The discussion question: Tell me about a time when you were faced with a “move” in life that may have happened unexpectedly… How did you cope with your rapidly changing existence? What support groups or persons helped you out the most and why?
Thanking you in advance... Celine
I’ve moved—myself and all my junk (and there’s plenty of it) about two miles southeast of my previous location. No, this really wasn’t my idea, but my lawyer seem to think it’s best I move out of the house since my soon-to-be-ex-spouse seems so attached to it that he’s pretty much trashed the place. By moving out and moving on with my life, it gives him one less thing to be nasty about come the final decree. But moving like this—with only a few weeks notice and all by myself essentially up until the day of the move—definitely was nothing I had foreseen several months ago.
The day that I moved the “big items”, i.e., the furniture, was sort of festive. I had several good friends come with their pick up trucks to come and pick up the big pieces and take them over to my new apartment… which happens to be on the second floor.
Uh-oh.
Yeah, it was a sweltering, hot sweaty day in late July. (Luckily, I moved before the real heat wave began—the high probably was only near 90 that day instead of the 106 degrees Fahrenheit they forecasted for today.) So, the added stress and heat of “moving up” certainly added to the stress I was already feeling. But, bless their hearts, they got everything up the twisty-turny staircase and into my new flat. I had been holding my breath that the dining table with the big pedestal base would make it up those steps and through the narrow front door, and, believe it or not, it did. It looks great in the kitchen area, too.
The only real furniture mishap was my computer desk—the cabinet that housed my printer and junk sort of went “whoosh” and toppled over into pieces like a house of cards falling over upon its removal from my previous abode. It hadn’t been put together very well obviously the first time, so it couldn’t take the front step without collapsing. Sigh! It sits in pieces around the living area of my new place. I’m looking for a handyman—or handywoman—to help me glue it back together. I think the screws are all stripped and some of the lovely particleboard panels have cracked, so it needs major surgery.
Other wonderful post-moving hassles have included the exploding washer drain hose from hell (I’m currently waiting for a return phone call from Home Depot—sigh!) and learning to cope with living two and half stories up with a very narrow balcony to put my outdoor plants on… I finally got wise and decided to put my “rubber tree” (I have no idea what to call this plant my dad gave me about twelve years ago) down in the side patio area of the apartment building. The only problem it now has is that the wind tends to topple it over and I don’t see it’s fallen unless I peek out from behind my blinds (drawn to prevent the killer sun from further baking my apartment). Such is life in apartment city, as I call my new neighborhood.
I’ve had to deal with a lot of other issues, too, like looking for full-time work with health benefits (no luck there yet) and dealing with my daughters who don’t seem to want to talk to me anymore. So, this isn’t an excuse for not writing—it’s more of an explanation why my heart isn’t into as much at this point in history.
The high point of all this moving hell is my friends and family members who have been very supportive of me. I love them all.
Well, let’s end this blog on a high note and ask a discussion question you can comment upon and share your life wisdom with me. The discussion question: Tell me about a time when you were faced with a “move” in life that may have happened unexpectedly… How did you cope with your rapidly changing existence? What support groups or persons helped you out the most and why?
Thanking you in advance... Celine
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Love is… a really good pair of jeans?
Love is… a really good pair of jeans?
Click the link below to read a very interesting article:
http://tinyurl.com/yp4mpr
Or here’s it all in a nutshell:
For most women, the choice between sex and a new wardrobe is simple -- they go for the clothes.
Women on average say they would be willing to give up sex for 15 months for a closet full of new apparel, with 2 percent ready to abstain from sex for three years in exchange for new duds, according to a new survey of about 1,000 women in 10 U.S. cities. Sixty-one percent of women polled said it would be worse to lose their favorite article of clothing than give up sex for a month.
Okay, who besides me doesn’t believe the results of this survey (which was sponsored by a consumer products corporation, no less)?
I own possibly the worse wardrobe on the planet for a woman of my age and status, yet I don’t think I’d willingly go without sex for fifteen months in order to gain a closet full of new duds. I’d nominate myself for that wonderfully humiliating TV show “What Not to Wear” first before I’d go without the lovin’.
What do you think? Are there really women out there who value material possessions above a good, sweaty one-night-stand or some affectionate cuddling on the sofa with the significant other? I can’t fathom it... You mean, every woman on the planet doesn’t want to do the nasty now and then?
Are you one of them? Do you know any emotionally healthy woman who fits this description? Is there help for this condition?
The next thought that goes running through my rattled brain is perhaps the survey respondents defined “sex” differently than the writers of the survey did. Perhaps these women are willing to go without “going all the way” for new clothing for a year or more, but they don’t want to give up the hugging, kissing, and the closeness bit. Perhaps “sex” to these women means “copulation without affection” and what they and their husbands/significant others experience is “lovemaking” in its purest form. It most certainly isn’t “sex”.
Now, that would go along way to explain these disturbing survey results to little ol’ me. I was really worried there for a moment. After all, “sex” is one of those naughty words that good girls don’t do—let alone write about—on a regular basis. I mean, really! What kind of decent, well-mannered woman thinks about sex all the time?
Present company excluded, of course. We all realize how special we are here at the Celine's Dreams blog, don’t we?
Click the link below to read a very interesting article:
http://tinyurl.com/yp4mpr
Or here’s it all in a nutshell:
For most women, the choice between sex and a new wardrobe is simple -- they go for the clothes.
Women on average say they would be willing to give up sex for 15 months for a closet full of new apparel, with 2 percent ready to abstain from sex for three years in exchange for new duds, according to a new survey of about 1,000 women in 10 U.S. cities. Sixty-one percent of women polled said it would be worse to lose their favorite article of clothing than give up sex for a month.
Okay, who besides me doesn’t believe the results of this survey (which was sponsored by a consumer products corporation, no less)?
I own possibly the worse wardrobe on the planet for a woman of my age and status, yet I don’t think I’d willingly go without sex for fifteen months in order to gain a closet full of new duds. I’d nominate myself for that wonderfully humiliating TV show “What Not to Wear” first before I’d go without the lovin’.
What do you think? Are there really women out there who value material possessions above a good, sweaty one-night-stand or some affectionate cuddling on the sofa with the significant other? I can’t fathom it... You mean, every woman on the planet doesn’t want to do the nasty now and then?
Are you one of them? Do you know any emotionally healthy woman who fits this description? Is there help for this condition?
The next thought that goes running through my rattled brain is perhaps the survey respondents defined “sex” differently than the writers of the survey did. Perhaps these women are willing to go without “going all the way” for new clothing for a year or more, but they don’t want to give up the hugging, kissing, and the closeness bit. Perhaps “sex” to these women means “copulation without affection” and what they and their husbands/significant others experience is “lovemaking” in its purest form. It most certainly isn’t “sex”.
Now, that would go along way to explain these disturbing survey results to little ol’ me. I was really worried there for a moment. After all, “sex” is one of those naughty words that good girls don’t do—let alone write about—on a regular basis. I mean, really! What kind of decent, well-mannered woman thinks about sex all the time?
Present company excluded, of course. We all realize how special we are here at the Celine's Dreams blog, don’t we?
“Lovemaking” is a romantic, fuzzy-bunny-wonderful sort of activity. And it’s not something you’d want to talk about in public with a survey-taker from a big corporation. Besides, how do we know that these women polled weren’t given “kickbacks” for stating they rather own more material possessions like clothes over having sex?
It’s a conspiracy I tell ya! A conspiracy—a conspiracy overseen by the fashion industry!
Okay, I got that out of my system, and I’m calming down a bit. Whew! I hate the thought of a conspiracy that doesn’t involve aliens and Fox Muldar of The X Files. I mean, what’s the use of starting a conspiracy if it doesn’t involve bug-eyed monsters and the ever-handsome David Duchovny?
But I still find this whole idea of clothes being more important than sex upsetting. Don’t the lyrics to that famous Burt Bacarach song mean anything to this current generation?
What the world needs now is love, sweet love…
The song doesn
’t say anything about the whole world needing blue jeans, now does it? Besides, if we’re all busy loving each other, the blue jeans are going to wind up in a heap on the floor anyway.
’t say anything about the whole world needing blue jeans, now does it? Besides, if we’re all busy loving each other, the blue jeans are going to wind up in a heap on the floor anyway. ***
Speaking of clothes being tossed on the floor in a wild fervor of lust and excitement, my next Liquid Silver Books release, Hanging with a Time Surfer, debuts next month. Check out the excellent cover and an excerpt online at the SiN Forums at http://www.lsbooks.com or at my web site: http://www.celinechatillon.com/timesurfer.html
Monday, March 05, 2007
Short and sexy read--Operation: Seduction!
My short story Operation: Seduction! is now for sale at eXtasy Books...
"Office Slut" Mallory Jones can't wait any longer... She wants some "superhero" hot fun in the boardroom with her shy co-worker "Kent Clarke". But can the gorgeous geek deliver?
At $1.59, it's the original "cheap thrill". If you've always wanted to read erotic-romance in e-book formats but didn't want to dive into a full-length novel, the Fantasy Games series are a quick and easy way to take the plunge. You can find it online at
Enjoy!
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
What say you? Celebrities speak out about love and sex
You ever wonder how other people feel on the topics sex and love? These celebrity quotes are quite revealing. From Moronland.net All-Star. (Thanks to Elaine L. for sharing.)
"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy." --Tom Clancy
Ah, Mr. Clancy, with your best-seller list status you can certainly afford to buy a whole lot of whoopee, can’t you?
"You know that look women get when they want sex? Me neither." --Steve Martin
All too true of too many guys, I’m afraid. Sigh!
"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand." --Woody Allen
Woody should know about “good partners” shouldn’t he? Poor guy ended up sleeping with his stepdaughter!
"Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday
night." --Rodney Dangerfield
But only if you hang out where there are a lot of other bisexuals and/or gays, right?
"There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL." --Lynn Lavner
Hmm, I don’t know… Expensive cars don’t do a thing for me. You’re better off showing me a well-made vibrator, Lynn.
"Leaving sex to the feminists is like letting your dog vacation at the taxidermist." --Matt Barry
What would you like to see “stuffed” next, Matt? With an attitude like that, I can predict you’re not getting any for a long time!
"Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant." --George Burns
No wonder the man live to be over a hundred!
"Women might be able to fake orgasms, but men can fake whole relationships." --Sharon Stone
Bingo! And men wonder why many women feel sometimes like they have to fake the big O… A faker only deserves a fake—right, guys?
"My girlfriend always laughs during sex ---no matter what she's reading." --Steve Jobs (Founder, Apple Computers)
Hopefully she’s not reading your bank statements, Mr. Jobs.
"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch." --Jack Nicholson
With an ungrateful child like you… Well, “poor woman” is all I can say.
"Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but
he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is." --Barbara Bush
True enough! (And he can’t keep from bragging about how much of it he got, either.)
"Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet." --Robin Williams
That’s only because the man couldn’t keep his genitals in his pants in the presence of other women, Robin.
"Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself." --Roseanne
Enough said!
"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place." --Billy Crystal
We need a place, too… Preferably a well-kept, penthouse suite that you’ve set us up in on Park Avenue, Mr. Crystal.
"According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful." --Robert De Niro
Gratitude can never be underrated.
"There's a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men are having allergic reactions to latex condoms. They say they cause severe swelling. So what's the problem?" --Dustin Hoffman
Well, if it causes something to swell so large that it explodes and falls off, that could be a problem. A big problem!
"There's very little advice in men's magazines, because men think, I know what I'm doing. Just show me somebody naked."--Jerry Seinfeld
And then…what happens? See, that’s why men’s magazines need more articles on sexual techniques.
"Instead of getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just give her a house." --Rod Stewart
Me! Me! You don’t like me, Mr. Stewart. Can I have a house, too?
"See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time." --Robin Williams
Which only goes to prove that old adage, “A man’s brains are located in his pants.”
What say you? You think some of these celebrity remarks about love and sex are on the mark or completely out in left field? Is it “nature” or “nuture” that makes these celebs say the things they’ve said?
Personally, I find a lot of these celebrity remarks on the downer side. That’s why I enjoy reading and writing romance… A little sparkle, a fantasy that true love can be found and your perfect sexual partner exists on this planet and will find you—this dream makes it all worthwhile and keeps you going day after day.
Here's a quote that pretty much sums it up for me: "A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses."-- Sohan Powar
Here’s to romance!
"I believe that sex is one of the most beautiful, natural, wholesome things that money can buy." --Tom Clancy
Ah, Mr. Clancy, with your best-seller list status you can certainly afford to buy a whole lot of whoopee, can’t you?
"You know that look women get when they want sex? Me neither." --Steve Martin
All too true of too many guys, I’m afraid. Sigh!
"Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand." --Woody Allen
Woody should know about “good partners” shouldn’t he? Poor guy ended up sleeping with his stepdaughter!
"Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday
night." --Rodney Dangerfield
But only if you hang out where there are a lot of other bisexuals and/or gays, right?
"There are a number of mechanical devices which increase sexual arousal, particularly in women. Chief among these is the Mercedes-Benz 380SL." --Lynn Lavner
Hmm, I don’t know… Expensive cars don’t do a thing for me. You’re better off showing me a well-made vibrator, Lynn.
"Leaving sex to the feminists is like letting your dog vacation at the taxidermist." --Matt Barry
What would you like to see “stuffed” next, Matt? With an attitude like that, I can predict you’re not getting any for a long time!
"Sex is one of the nine reasons for reincarnation. The other eight are unimportant." --George Burns
No wonder the man live to be over a hundred!
"Women might be able to fake orgasms, but men can fake whole relationships." --Sharon Stone
Bingo! And men wonder why many women feel sometimes like they have to fake the big O… A faker only deserves a fake—right, guys?
"My girlfriend always laughs during sex ---no matter what she's reading." --Steve Jobs (Founder, Apple Computers)
Hopefully she’s not reading your bank statements, Mr. Jobs.
"My mother never saw the irony in calling me a son-of-a-bitch." --Jack Nicholson
With an ungrateful child like you… Well, “poor woman” is all I can say.
"Clinton lied. A man might forget where he parks or where he lives, but
he never forgets oral sex, no matter how bad it is." --Barbara Bush
True enough! (And he can’t keep from bragging about how much of it he got, either.)
"Ah, yes, divorce, from the Latin word meaning to rip out a man's genitals through his wallet." --Robin Williams
That’s only because the man couldn’t keep his genitals in his pants in the presence of other women, Robin.
"Women complain about premenstrual syndrome, but I think of it as the only time of the month that I can be myself." --Roseanne
Enough said!
"Women need a reason to have sex. Men just need a place." --Billy Crystal
We need a place, too… Preferably a well-kept, penthouse suite that you’ve set us up in on Park Avenue, Mr. Crystal.
"According to a new survey, women say they feel more comfortable undressing in front of men than they do undressing in front of other women. They say that women are too judgmental, where, of course, men are just grateful." --Robert De Niro
Gratitude can never be underrated.
"There's a new medical crisis. Doctors are reporting that many men are having allergic reactions to latex condoms. They say they cause severe swelling. So what's the problem?" --Dustin Hoffman
Well, if it causes something to swell so large that it explodes and falls off, that could be a problem. A big problem!
"There's very little advice in men's magazines, because men think, I know what I'm doing. Just show me somebody naked."--Jerry Seinfeld
And then…what happens? See, that’s why men’s magazines need more articles on sexual techniques.
"Instead of getting married again, I'm going to find a woman I don't like and just give her a house." --Rod Stewart
Me! Me! You don’t like me, Mr. Stewart. Can I have a house, too?
"See, the problem is that God gives men a brain and a penis, and only enough blood to run one at a time." --Robin Williams
Which only goes to prove that old adage, “A man’s brains are located in his pants.”
What say you? You think some of these celebrity remarks about love and sex are on the mark or completely out in left field? Is it “nature” or “nuture” that makes these celebs say the things they’ve said?
Personally, I find a lot of these celebrity remarks on the downer side. That’s why I enjoy reading and writing romance… A little sparkle, a fantasy that true love can be found and your perfect sexual partner exists on this planet and will find you—this dream makes it all worthwhile and keeps you going day after day.
Here's a quote that pretty much sums it up for me: "A life with love will have some thorns, but a life without love will have no roses."-- Sohan Powar
Here’s to romance!
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