Cupid Dead Y’all: Formerly Romantic Gestures That Now Seem Creepy, Crazy and Ewwww!

One of my favorite songs is “I’d Find You Anywhere” by Creative Source. It was made popular by Kanye West who sampled it and looped it up for The Game’s ode to video hoes “Wouldn’t Get Far” which was a riveting and compelling look into the souls of women without a voice and chance to share their platform for…

…what the f*ck am I talking about. They’re video hoes.

Anyway, the lyrics to “I’d Find You Anywhere” are lovely until you really dig into them and place them into 2011 context. It’s a song that basically states that no matter what, this lady would find this man ANYWHERE. She’d track him down, like a bloodhound. And you know, in the mid 1970s, that probably sounded romantic. In 2011, that sounds like some straight up stalker sh*t. Imagine if your significant other called you and told you that they wanted to dedicate a song to you and it was this song. You wouldn’t feel special, you’d be out here trying to hide your kids and your wife. ANTOINE DODSON LIVES!

Change has come as times they been a changin’. Things that used to be considered sweet and thoughtful now come along with a side-eye, a tweet, a Facebook public shaming, and a possible website created strictly to document lameness. Really, I blame women for this. Ever since the advent of dontdatehimgirl.com and the relative ease of putting folks on blast (a female sport when emotions get involved…shake something), men are second guessing themselves faster than a white woman at Black relationship forum being sponsored by a bunch of loc’d up AKAs. I’d assume women might be too, but generally, the onus falls upon men to be romantic and provide the woo-woo-woo-woo to tickle your fancy and help you chase waterfalls.

Well, here are some other formerly romantic overtures that might catch the side-eye from the ladies…

(Sidenote: I acknowledge that all of this is contingent on how interested the woman is in the man.)

1) Flowers on the doorstep

I’ve done this a time or two. Copped some really pretty petals and placed them at a woman’s door so she’d have them first thing in the morning. That used to be A+ game. Now, it’s stalker activity on some stage 5 potential murderer steez. And do you know why? It’s because it means dude was out in front of your house. Moving like the “g” in lasagna. In silence. I’ve had a chick tell me that some cat did that to her and it totally weirded her out. She’s still single by the way. Not sure if there’s any correlation but I wouldn’t be surprised.

And a close cousin to the flowers…

2) Cards in the windshield

You know how sometimes you just want to do something nice for somebody? Well a card goes a long way because women like written words. It’s why rappers are so popular. And Scrabble. Ovaries like scrabble. Well, now imagine you put those words in a card you picked out and place it under the wiper…RED ALERT! ALARM! Who the f*ck is this, stalking me at 8:46 in the evening. Like the flowers though, the woman might not actually mind it and will think it’s cute til she talks to her one hater friend who reminds her that this cat was out there being creepy doing hoodrat things AT HER HOUSE.

3) Just calling to say hello

This one is tough. Mostly because who even talks to people anymore? I have friends who have v-mail greetings that say “leave me a text or email me because I won’t listen to this message”. Ten years ago, calling was the standard but now if you call too many times the chick/dude might think you’re being pressed. And being pressed dries up more thongs than Kenmore appliances. It goes from, “aww that’s nice” to, “why does this dude keep calling me? He doesn’t want nothing. He’s just saying hello.” Used to be sweet to be thought about. Now chicks tweet : #whydisdudekeepcallingme (translation: I’m going to be single forever…forever…ever.)

4) Surprise visits

Admittedly this one has generally always been frowned upon. You can’t just be showing up at folks homes unannounced unless that relationship is established. So perhaps we should move on to…

5) Running into somebody in public

Even if it ain’t on purpose and is TOTALLY accidental all of a sudden you end up looking like a straight up stalker. Here’s the thing….you know how you have a convo with somebody who tells you EVERYWHERE that they’re going to be. That could be construed as dropping hints. But then you show up and next thing you know your face is plastered on Facebook on its own AVOID THIS MAN AT ALL COSTS Fan page with the description: I told him where I was going to be and at what time AND DO YOU KNOW HE CAME?!? Loooooooser.

Confusing times.

BONUS:

New age stalker sh*t – reading somebody’s whole Twitter timeline or Facebook updates, etc.

But here’s the problem with this. Why WOULDN’T you read somebody’s whole timeline if you’re interested. Men and women alike straight MURDER their chances with some of the dumb sh*t that gets said on Twitter. But once you allude to something crazy they said, all of a sudden you look pressed and like a stalker. It’s a lose-lose so you might as well read it all just to make sure he/she isn’t publicly looking like a dumb*ss or a little TOO loose. Sometimes you gotta shake this. Just like an employer would be dumb NOT to look at a potential employee’s Facebook profile. If it’s public info, you might as well know. Johnnie Cochran game propa.

Does P speak the truth or is he wrong? Does vintage traditional romantic overturation still fly?

Is this all overthinking??

Talk to me.

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka TANGLE JIG P aka PLYMOUTH RICO aka SHUGGIE JACKSON JR aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIRL HE A 3

Opposites Attract…Until They Don’t: 5 things couples NEED to have in common

So you’re the person who’s going to take that last bunch of flowers, leaving my husband to come home empty-handed! I’m married to a great guy who, I promise you, is more unromantic than your fiance. Although I never get flowers or gifts or surprise dinner reservations, my husband once revealed that he thinks he actually is very romantic. It turns out that because we have so much fun together, he thinks just talking late into the night is romance. I’ve come to accept he’s right. So buy yourself flowers, maybe some lovely irises instead of roses, and be happy with your unromantic romantic.

The quoted text is Emily Yoffe’s  — the woman who pens Slate.com’s “Dear Prudence” advice column — answer to a question about Valentine’s Day and romance. The women who asked the question was concerned that her otherwise loving fiancee has never bought flowers on V-day, and I agreed with Prudence’s response that it doesn’t mean the fiancee’s not a romantic or caring person just because the woman has a different, more “traditional,” idea of romance.

This topic held special resonance because it’s an issue I’ve always had to deal with. If I’m with someone, I’m cool with going to the gym together and then watching Netflix and ordering take-out later. To me, that — that quality time spent with someone you care about — is the epitome of intra-relationship romance. But, as you probably guessed, the women I’ve been with don’t always share this sentiment, and I’ve spent countless hours trying to convince them that I genuinely consider “sharing Wendy’s fries while folding laundry” to be just as romantic as “candlelight dinner on the beach.

Anyway, while not sharing your mate’s idea of romance can prove to be annoying, it’s usually something most people can work past or learn to deal with. But, there are a few subjects that need to be completely congruent; things couples definitely need to have in common in order for a relationship to work.

Here’s 5 of them.

1. Libido.

One of two things usually happen when a couple with completely mismatched libidos gets together.

1. The person with the lower libido has to compromise and have more sex, eventually leading to frustration, emotional distance, decreased self-esteem, and, in some rare cases, thoughts of murder.

2. The person with the higher libido has to compromise and have less sex, eventually leading to frustration, emotional distance, decreased self-esteem, and, in some rare cases, accidental b*stiality.

Either way, any aspiring couple needs to know exactly where each other lands on the sex drive scale before someone (or someone’s dog) gets stabbed with a knife, fingernail, shank, or flaccid penis.

2. The idea of whether it’s cool to be friends with exes.

After listening to approximately 100,000 different arguments in the last several years about whether it’s cool for a person in a relationship to be cool with a person (or people) they used to sleep with, I’ve come to realize that there is no right answer to this riddle. Seriously, the battle of the Fexes (Friends with Exes vs Definitely NOT Friends with Exes) is just as bad as Palestinian vs Israeli, Montague vs Capulet, Michigan vs Ohio State, and T.I. vs Freedom.

No one can remember who hurt who first, but blood has been shed, wounds have been opened, lives have been lost, and visitation room hand jobs have been given.

3. The importance (or nonimportance) of personal upkeep and aesthetics.

While neither way of living is right or wrong, couples where one person doesn’t mind going downtown looking like a gotdamn f*cking fool and the other treats every outside appearance as if they’re about to shoot an Esquire spread usually end up broken up.

And, while some might attest this to other latent mismatched characteristics that cause these incongruent personal aesthetic outlooks, I think it just boils down to the fact that we just tend to want to be with people who “match” us in this regard.

4. Ideas of suitable food

Admittedly, this may just be a personal thing. But, a couple unfortunate bedroom experiences with the otherworldly nighttime farts emitting from the asses of vegan women has taught me that I need to be with a woman whose favorite foods all have parents, and I’m assuming that most people have the same food-based standards.

5. Feelings about children

Although we all have the necessary parts, not all people are meant to be mothers and fathers, and that’s perfectly ok. The world would be a much better place if more people realized this.

Actually, that part about “necessary parts” is a bit of a lie. While the majority of us have the physical capability to create children, not everyone possesses the traits needed to actually like and appreciate them. Again, this is perfectly ok, but if you’re not one of these types of people, it’s for everyone’s best sake if you avoid those who are.

Anyway, people of VSB, did I miss anything? Can you think of anything else that a couple needs to have in common for their relationship to work?

Also, do you even agree that anything needs to be congruent at all? I mean, opposites do attract, right? (Ha!)

The carpet is yours.

—The Champ

4 Reasons Why Being Snowed In Can Suck Major A**

It's pretty 'til I had to shovel it.

Unless you get all of your news from TMZ or BET, you’ve heard that the mid-Atlantic region, and specifically the Washington, DC area got dumped on by snow to the tune of 18-30 inches.  For some of us, it’s a welcome, though inconvenient, mini-vacation and time to rest up because you really have no choice. But for some others, being snowed in can be that total bullsh*t.

Oh, by the way, congratulations to all the Saints fans, real and as of this season or proximity-ass fans who decided to jump on the bandwagon yesterday. It was a good game. I can’t even imagine what the French Quarter is like right now. Wish I was there.

Back to business.

While most folks love to hear that their job is closed on a Monday, for everybody it’s not all peaches and cream, peaches and herbs, or strawberry letter 23s. Here’s why:

1) You have to actually dig OUT of snow

Between Saturday and Sunday, I spent a sum total of more than 5 hours shoveling snow. No wonder slavery sucked so bad, aside from the obvious. I have a long walkway and a sizeable sidewalk that I’m responsible for. Condo living never looked so good in my life. Coupled with the fact that this is the 2nd snowiest winter in DC history and I’m about damn tired of snow and everything that comes with it. Oh yeah, AND we’re supposed to get ANOTHER damn snow fall on Tuesday night. The good thing is that all the neighbors come out together to shovel snow. The bad thing is that I have a lot of OLD neighbors. Just imagine the old gay guy from Family Guy out shoveling snow while he’s trying to lure the kiddies into his home with hot chocolate and Lincoln Logs. Shoveling your own snow sucks. Shoveling the snow of an 98-year-old who’s outside “helping” sucks ten times worse.

2) Getting snowed in with somebody you hate

Being stuck with somebody you hate is the worst part of a snow storm. There’s no reason to speak to them and you’re not going to see them naked. There is absolutely no upside here. In effect, you’re stuck inside with somebody who repulses you and you can’t go anywhere but outside to shovel snow. You know you really don’t like somebody when shoveling 2 feet of snow seems like a good way to pass the time, mostly because unless you’re training for the strongman Olympics in Helsinki, it’s NEVER a good way to pass time.

3) No matter how many groceries you get,  you always forget to get stuff you actually want

For some strange reason, being locked in for days makes you yearn for foods you normally could live without. All of a sudden you REALLY want that pizza from Pizza Hut that cannot be delivered without getting your Iranian delivery guy who actually is at work waiting to make a delivery stuck on the road your city is planning on plowing but somehow hasn’t got to yet. DC, I’m looking at you. Plus, you really can’t just eat water, no matter what that Australian cat who hit the big kahuna via a stingray might have told you before. Plus, you know how Black folks are, bought all kinds of bread but forgot to get sandwich meat. Got people eating loaf sandwiches with sugar on top. Or you could just go get some snow and everybody can eat sno-cones. Don’t eat the yellow snow though.

4) You get snowed OUT of your home

Across the DC area, there are people stuck at airports waiting to leave, stuck at other people’s homes, etc. If there’s one thing that sucks more than being stuck IN your own home for days on end, it’s being stuck OUT of your home for days on end. No using your own shower in your own bathroom and sleeping in your own bed. Plus, that usually leads to number 2 at some point. I mean if you’re stuck out of your own place for a while, you’re gonna get edgy and piss somebody off. It’s the law of nature. Well that and “eat things that are smaller than you unless your name is Shaq”.

For me, this isn’t a terrible experience; I don’t have any of those problems save number 1, but I do realize how it can suck. Good VSBiens, for what other reasons might it suck to get snowed in? Amuse me while I kiss the sky.

(Really I just wanted to vent somethings though; I REALLY hate shoveling snow.)

-VSB P aka THE ARSONIST aka TANGLE JIG P aka GIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIRL, HE A 3

Admin Note: By the way, I have an announcement of an upcoming stop I’m making that involves Florida, unicorns, and midgets, and not necessarily in that order. We going global.

The VSB Files — Episode 002: The Cornerstone of Pimpology

pimpThe Champ and Panama Jackson continue in their line of slang editorialization, except this time, Liz is in tow. Join the trio as they discuss the first ever podcast and why Liz wasn’t there, gift giving and the glory of Brookstone, a very special reader shoutout, a letter from another reader and the subsequent discussion of how even some guys don’t believe in romance without finance, and strippers.

It’s a celebration, b*tches. Grab a drink, grab a glass, after that we’ll grab your a**.

(BTW, did anybody else notice that Twista’s “Wetter” sounds an awful lot like Do or Die’s “Playa Like Me and You”? No. You say you don’t remember Do or Die’s song? Or Do or Die? Ok. Alright.)

BONUS: Make sure you listen after the podcast ends for the World Premiere of the debut song from Mr. Oh So Sexxy, “Sexxy Two Piece”.

Download/Save As: The Cornerstone of Pimpology

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EXTRA BONUS: Download a copy of the Official VSB Theme Song

the do’s and dont’s of dating for “nice” guys and girls

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at least 50 percent of the email we get at vsb is from self-proclaimed nice guys and girls having romantic difficulties. while i’m always tempted to just write back “be more attractive“, as a nice guy myself (heh), i have a soft spot for those still unable to navigate the shark-invested relationship morass without getting eaten alive

so, as another example of verysmartbrothas.com crime-fighting ideals, here’s the do’s and dont’s of dating for nice guys and girls, a simple guidebook for those allowing their niceness to continually dry panties and mush wangs quicker than lady gaga, sabotaging their relationship success.

do be yourself

despite their vicious tongue games, chameleons are extremely unsexy. stop trying to be one. be you, not who you think they’ll be most attracted to.

do show your passion

women (and men) love being around people who are good at something and passionate about that subject. being able to command a duty or subject projects a certain magnetism that makes people more attractive. while it may not be in your nature as a nice guy or girl to toot your own horn, if you’re a crocheting ass ninja, don’t be scared to let everyone know that you’ll thread the sh*t of a shower curtain.

don’t settle for friendship

you already have enough friends. what the hell do you need another for, especially one who’s made it clear that your odds of reciprocation are less than a white mans chances of boning khloe kardashian? if they’ve given you a romantic raincheck after you’ve made your intentions known, f*ck staying around as a lame-duck friend because they’re your tuesday lunch buddy. burn that dry-ass bridge and never look back.

do limit the self-depreciating humor

because they’re generally non-confrontational by nature, making people as relaxed and comfortable around them as possible to avoid potential conflict is as deeply embedded in the nice guy and girl dna as saying please, thank you, and shopping at the gap. the best way to do this is to make yourself seem non-threatening, and the quickest and easiest way to appear non-threatening is to laugh at yourself.

thing is, while a little self-depreciation is good because it implies a sense of maturity and level-headedness, hosting a daily solo roast of yourself and your flaws will make it extremely difficult for anyone to take you seriously. plus, if you’re perpetually pin-pointing and joking about your imperfections, eventually your flaws are all anyone’s going to notice.

do wipe your goggles

lets just say that for some people, the distance between who they usually pursue and who they actually might be compatible with is farther apart than seasons of curb your enthusiasm.

don’t let them hook you up with a friend

basically, if someone hits you with the…

“hey, bud. even though i think you’re great, we will never, ever, ever be a romantic match. if “us never hooking up” were “being a gay man that straight men can openly admit to find entertaining” it’d be neil patrick harris. on the brightside, i have a much less attractive friend who, if they could ever get past the fact that i’m passive-aggressively implying that i’m better than them because i think they might be into someone i’ve personally found unworthy, might be a good match for you. are you interested?”

…punch them in the f*cking face

lastly,

don’t forget that you’re competing

while you shouldn’t have to openly pursue for another person’s affection, remember that every unattached person is in indirect competition for each other. basically, you need to bring something to the table other than just being a nice person.

sh*t, leather couches are nice, but i’ll continue to sit, sleep, spill sh*t, and fart on them until one of them gives me a convincing reason to date em

thats it for now. people of vsb.com, did i miss anything? is nice and black woman an oxymoron? is there any advice you’d give to “nice” guys and girls, or is “being too nice” just a tactful way of saying “not hot enough”?

lastly, do nice guys truly finish last, or is that concept just game devised by a smart-ass not-s0-nice guy to get sympathy panties?

the carpet is yours and sh*t

—the champ