Poets Day US

This one is going to be quick and deep – just the way she likes it :) A couple of months ago The English Major had a social gathering to celebrate his marriage.  It was one of the big anniversaries, 3 months I think--pretty sure that is when the blow jobs stop or something like that. Anyway at said social gathering I bumped into a couple of, well, not sure if I can call them gentlemen, so I will go with blokes who have the same issue as me. Apparently it is quite a common issue and it gets worse as you get older or once you have kids. I mean there is nothing worse than having the vessel but no ability to use it, after a while it seems like you might never get to use the damn thing again. We 3 discovered that this issue was something that we didn’t need to go through alone so we decided to form a support group for local men in the area. It was time for other men to know that they were not alone in this and that they had people that would support them and knew what they...

It’s funny that often when I try to write this malodorous drivel I have an idea of what I want to say here and how I want to say it then something happens that changes the whole tone of the blog. This weeks blog was going to be entitled ‘Just keep swimming’ – one of my favorite inspirational sayings, but I realized that maybe three lines from a cartoon fish may not be as inspiring to some as it is to me – however let me explain why it resonates anyway. So I love to fish, my favorite spot in the world pretty much is on the back of a boat fishing in the Bay of Islands, more specifically around Hole in the Rock pulling lures through schools of working fish, catching meat for dinner. I had a white (well it used to be white) golf shirt from the Empire Tavern that I used to wear as my fishing shirt and if you ever saw me out there most likely I was sunburned, covered in blood with a huge smile on my face ​​listening to Hot August Night. Anyway, enough reminiscing. Funny thing about ...

It is a great thing when you are in sales to have attributes that make you stand out from the crowd, a hook if you may, but sometimes it seems that all people care about are my attributes and they cannot see the real me. For years I have felt that people just care about my most prominent attribute and not about me and quite frankly I am starting to get frustrated by it. There is more to me than what you get from a quick first glance, a quick first impression and judging someone’s worth by their attributes really can be demeaning to you and to me. Sure I may have had some augmentation done over the years but it’s not like I just thrust it out in your face, well maybe after a couple of drinks. I do admit it is nice to be noticed in a world when first impressions count but there is so much more to this book than just the cover. There is a heart, a soul, a mind, an intelligence, a professional human being with hopes and dreams and aspirations.  But does that matter to you? My ey...

Is it a coincidence that baseball season starts around the same time as the big trade shows? Probably. Actually I am not sure that fact is even remotely correct but at least I got a good idea for a headline for this weeks stunning blog :) This weekend a few of my favorite people (and a bunch of other people that I pretend to know) will be congregating at a bar surrounded by a hotel to shake hands, kiss babies, ask for a dance and potentially close the deal. Selling is quite a bit like a mating ritual, plenty of people might have what your potential mate wants or needs so you need to show that your thing will make them happier and has less performance issues. But this week’s blog is not about pretending that I am not writing a bunch of dick jokes – it is about the dicks and dickesses that you come across at these slightly less sober versions of a key party. One of my personal favorites is the contagious laugh person. There is a wonderful (and I am not saying this as I want him ...