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A Woman Who Has Got it Right… July 22, 2007

Posted by The Love Doctor in Dating Zen Masters, More Money More Problems, Music.
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Ms. Dynamite talking about all the things that shouldn’t matter…

Ms. Dynamite…I’m single…. please give me a call…

Those Damn Gold Diggers…. July 14, 2007

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I’ve written about the overemphasis on money in relationships (Mo Money Mo Problems)…

I’ve brought you TLC’s No Scrubs

I’ve brought you Amy Winehouse’s Fuck Me Pumps

Now, you get a great piece from Biker Boys Blog on golddiggers… (some great comments in the original post as well).

Along with Kanye West’s Golddiggers to boot (listen close the lyrics my friends…listen close to the lyrics…he’s a master).

Both….are so tight.

Even better in the same post…

From Biker Blog….

I ain’t sayin she a gold digga

A lot of my lady friends these days seem to be looking for more serious relationships and the number one criteria on their minds is a guy who can provide “security”. But, at what point does it stop being looking for security, and start becoming plain ol’ fashioned gold diggin’? I can fully understand a girl wanting to marry a guy with ambition or a steady job. I mean, if you’re like one of my friends and plan on having 5 kids right away, then you’re not going to marry an aspiring hand model with no health insurance and a dollar to his name… at least that’s why she told me she couldn’t marry me (but with hands this beautiful who needs her).

However, it gets tricky when money is the sole factor in deciding someone’s eligibility, not taking into account ambition. There’s this girl I used to work with. Just so I don’t bias your view of her, we’ll refer to her as Gold Diggin Diana. Diana was in a steady relationship with her boyfriend since college for more than 6 years at the time, we’ll call him Nice Guy Nelson. Nelson was a stand up guy who loved her and was a great boyfriend in my opinion. He studied film in college and wanted to eventually become a director. But, if you are familiar with the film industry, you know that you can’t just come out of school and be a director. You have to pay your dues first and work your way up there. So like any other aspiring director, he was starting out as some peon for a director of a few shows at FOX. Well Diana suddenly decided that he wouldn’t be able to give her the financial security that she needed and dumped him to go after a 5 year older banker type who was clearly well off. As fate would have it, the banker completely played her and kicked her to the curb. She went back to Nelson, who being the nice guy that he was, took her back without hesitation.

If I was Nelson, I would not have taken her back. Here I am being a supportive boyfriend for over 6 years to this girl, but when I’m struggling and need support, on the grind trying to start my career, she up and leaves me for Bobby the Banker. I mean, I ain’t saying she a gold digga’. But wait, I already did call her Gold Diggin Diana. The moral of the story is this: Ladies, if your man has ambition and a dream, support him even though things may get rough. Other guys may have the money right now, but all that glitters isn’t gold, and good people are hard to find these days. Can I get an amen? (link)

Clay Walker’s “Then What” July 7, 2007

Posted by The Love Doctor in Cheating, Dating Zen Masters, If You Had No Interest in Sex, Just Damn Funny, Love, Music, Relationships, Strategery, You Tubes of Love.
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I first saw this video on a trip to a foreign country ten years ago.

There are so many amazing things about it.

1) The lyrics…actually pretty good… and relevant to dating and relationships
2) That it’s country music
3) That I saw it on Spanish language channel in Latin America ( I think it might have even had Spanish subtitles)
4) The video has both a country singer and caribbean steel drums in on video.

You have to watch this!

When You Cheat..Confession or Denial? July 2, 2007

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Usher says confession…

Amy Winehouse’s “Fuck Me Pumps” July 1, 2007

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This song is an amazing piece of art by Amy Winehouse (from her first basically unknown album) that is the funniest and yet most poetic ridicule of the video hoe golddigger lifestyle.

These lyrics are at least on par with and likely better than Kanye West’s in Golddigger. Read the lyrics below, listen to the song, and for that matter, watch the (albeit low budget upcoming artist level) video for the song.

One of the funniest songs I’ve ever heard….down with golddiggers everywhere!!!

AMY WINEHOUSE
Fuck Me Pumps

When you walk in the bar,
And you dressed like a star,
Rockin’ your F me pumps.

And the men notice you,
With your Gucci bag crew,
Can’t tell who he’s lookin’ to.

Cuz you all look the same,
Everyone knows your name,
And that’s you whole claim to fame.

Never miss a night,
Cuz your dream in life,
Is to be a footballers wife.

You don’t like players,
That’s what you say-a,
But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire.

You don’t like ballers,
They don’t do nothing for ya,
But you’d love a rich man six foot two or taller.

You’re more than a fan,
Lookin’ for a man,
But you end up with one-nights-stands.

He could be your whole life,
If you got past one night,
But that part never goes right.

In the morning you’re vexed,
He’s onto the next,
And you didn’t even get no taste.

Don’t be too upset,
If they call you a skank,
Cuz like the news everyday you get pressed.

You don’t like players,
That’s what you say-a,
But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire.

Or them big balers,
Don’t do nothing for ya.
But you’d love a rich man six foot two or taller,

You can’t sit down right,
Cuz you jeans are too tight,
And your lucky its ladies night.

With your big empty purse,
Every week it gets worse,
At least your breasts cost more than hers.

So you did Miami,
Cuz you got there for free,
But somehow you missed the plane.

You did too much E,
Met somebody,
And spent the night getting cane.

Without girls like you,
There’d be no fun,
We’d go to the club and not see anyone.

Without girls like you,
There’s no nightlife,
All those just go home to their wives.

Don’t be mad at me,
Cuz your brushing thirty,
And your old tricks no longer work.

You should have known from the job,
That you always get dumped,
So dust off your fuck me pum