Saturday, April 11, 2009

Technology and Players

First let me start off by saying how sorry I am that I haven't updated this in a long time but I've had papers, tests and reading to do while still gathering information about the college players.

So, in the past month here's some things I have learned.
1) PLayers have become techonologically savy
2) Girls will create support groups and will talk about players
3) Players will lie to get what they want and as my wise mother would say...the truth comes out and you find out what kind of BS you've been swallowing.

Lets start with technology. Look at you cellphone right now. This little piece of technology (mine's pretty's red and it's the size of a pack of gum, in case you wanted to know) can be the best thing that happened to you or the best way to get played.

In this age of technology, making a phone call and talking to the one you like is so last century. Texting has become the new way to date. It's no longer waiting for the guy to call you but to text you. You no longer wait by the phone, but you're expecting for your pocket to vibrate. Guys will text you and your friends to see which one of you will answer.

Before we get ahead of oursleves, let's define some words:
Booty-call: (noun) a phone call that can only be made after 1 AM when it's sole purpose is to request sex

Sext: (noun/verb) A text that has suggestive messages or dirty talk via text message

Mass-sext: (noun) Same as a sext but sent to multiple girls

If you've been getting a combination of the sext and the booty call you have just been played 21st century style.

Texts like "Hey! Wats up?" and "What you doin right now?" can be considered pretty normal if you get them in broad daylight but after 1 o'clock at night, they can only lead to a night of hanky panky. Boys know what they're doing and will not feel guilty about it. They want only want one thing and if you will not give it to them then someone else will.

Now the mass-text is a phenomenon that not many know about because it's hard to track.

Imagine you're watching a movie with your best friend on a Saturday night and both of your phones vibrate at the same time with the text, "Hey wat's up?" from the same guy. Both of you have been mass sexted. The next step is crucial...Either don't answer and leave it alone or bth text him at once so he realizes that you've just caught on and you won't sleep with him. His only reason to text you and your friend and many other girls he has in his phone, is to see which one will answer and will give him a happy ending to his night!

Beware girls of the technology savy player, he knows what he wants and he knows how to get it.

Well girls, I'm done for today! I still have to reasearch genocides and women's history. Sigh, the life of a college student (oh, and J just brought Chinese and it smells soooo good).

Remember stay fabulous, play safe and always wear stilettos while having fun!


Thursday, February 26, 2009

Players and "Players"

What is the difference between a Player and a "Player"? Aren't all players bastards due to the simple fact that they take pleasure in 'playing' women?

Not necessarily.

A real Player is just looking to have fun while maintaining anonymity - this Player will be able to go about daily life without the stigma of being a 'player'. They aren't looking to hurt women, they are simply looking for a good time - usually until they find a woman they love. Evidently that's the agenda of the Player, to have fun until they've found someone to settle down with.

Now that's the real Player.

The other type of man you may run into is a "Player", the difference between the two types is that one is proud to use women, the other enjoys having consentual fun with women without bragging.

"Players" are the assholes and bastards that you will encounter - they are proud to play women and show that fact off to anyone who will listen.

Beware of the self-proclaimed players, but if you're just looking to have fun, then the smooth, also looking for a good time man might just be for you.

In any case, be safe and always have fun :)


Wednesday, February 25, 2009

Papaya anyone?

Right, so I'm bored and just declined to work on homework... So let's see, what can I talk about?

Papaya. Tomato. Animal.

Innocent enough words, right?


As I was informed last night, these are all terms used to describe the vagina.

I'm sure most women would agree that they assume men are quite vulgar when it comes to sexually related subjects. I'm one of them. Last night I found out just how..underestimating I have been all these years. Men are very explicit and willing to share with other men when it comes to sexual encounters.

My dear friends Latin Lover, who I will refer to as LL for short, spent almost two hours talking to E & I last night about some of the things men discuss. The primary focus of the conversation was the female anatomy, most specifically the vagina.

Men love discussing and describing everything from color and texture to taste and smell.

From everything I've ever heard or read, what a vagina looks like doesn't really matter - it is a vagina after all.

As for the taste and smell... This can be very important and in some cases detrimental to sexual activity.

When it comes to smell, men will do anything to subtly catch a whiff of how a woman smells below the belt. If it's good, there's not much more a guy will ask for but to go there. If it's not so good, well, your man may not be able to even get it up. Smell is such an important factor for men during sexual activity that anything that isn't quite normal will cause them to shut down.

According to, "The most common cause of vaginal odor is bacterial vaginosis, resulting from an overgrowth of organisms normally present in the vagina. The odor — usually a "fishy" smell — may be more obvious after sexual intercourse. Other signs and symptoms of bacterial vaginosis include vaginal itching or irritation, and a grayish-whitish vaginal discharge. Treatment of bacterial vaginosis may include antibiotics."

Don't be too worried - unless you have an infection or poor hygiene, the chances that you've got something 'fishy' going on is slim. If you notice anything irregular see your doctor - you'd hate to be one of the girls that end up as a man's story about how bad the smell was, wouldn't you?

As for the taste, I've never heard any complaints - although I have heard of it being equated to Parmesan CheezeIts.

Oh, and one fun fact - if you've ever noticed how twitchy men can be or how they can scratch their ears or head so rapidly, don't complain. It's all for a good reason - primarily practice in pleasuring you. :)



Hello to anyone who might stumble across this blog.

I go by J. My roommate and co-blogger goes by E. From time to time another friend, M, will be posting about her experiences as well.

After some rather eventful happenings over the past few weeks, we decided (on a whim) to attempt to create a blog dealing with the everso smooth and sneaky 'player'. You know them - you see them everyday; when you're out shopping, grabbing lunch, catching a film, or simply walking down the street.

Our intent at this time is to... put out information, advice, and strategies that might come in useful when dealing with this breed of man. We are far from having all of the answers, but having a discussion on the matter is what's important at this point. Too many women don't realize just how smooth the player can be and often end up hurt.

The goal is to be a bit more informed all the while keeping a sense of humor and common sense and not forgetting that it's okay to have a bit of fun :)



On your first day in college you start by playing games called icebreakers. You break the ice of awkwardness and new-ness that college is. Mine were awful but you can't always get what you want, which by the way, it is a big theme of this blog. But let's not get ahead of ourselves here because enough people have done that and have ended up burnt. Oh no...I'm doing it again. So in true college fashion I thought we should do an icebreaker. Don't worry! Nothing too personal but if you're planning on reading this blog be prepared to explore the mind of a college student who's had enough of boys and their stupid boy penises (yes that is a line from Grey's Anatomy...just in case you were wondering).
Are you ready?
Ok I'll start!
First I'll say my name and then my least favorite food that starts with that letter.
My name is E and my least favorite food is eel!

See that wasn't that bad!
Ok now that you know my name you might ask yourself, why the hell am I reading this girl's blog? Doesn't she have a journal she could keep this in?
One, yes I do have journal. It's yellow. And two, both J and I want to have this blog as a cautionary tale against player boys and you can't have a cautionary tale just by writing it down in your journal.

I mentioned J. She is my roommate and my partner in action. She is the peanut butter to my jelly and the marinara sauce to my pizza. Yes, a lot of food references because you have to remember that I am a starving college student, and I eat a lot of PB&J and pizza. J will do half the work on this blog and will write about her experiences with players on a day to day basis.

No real names will be used, no school names and no addresses. It's better that way. I might be airing my dirty laundry out in public but I have to remain classy and fabulous while I'm doing it. Think Audrey Hepburn in "Breakfast at Tiffany's" or Carrie in "Sex and the City". There will be Mr. Bigs, Old Rats and many more nicknames.

Well that's all I have to say for today. I hope you liked the icebreaker. I did.

Stay classy, fabulous and always wear stilettos while you're doing it!

Yours truly,