I know you're all hoping this is going to be an advice blog. Its true I know a lot about women and sex and relationships. I know, I get it. And okay, I'll do you a favor here and there and give you some of that too.
But, since my friends think its hilarious that I have a blog, this is also where I'll tell you stories about them. The more embarrassing the better.
For today though, I'll leave you with this thought:
Being a guy in a new relationship is like being the guy who came up with the first recipe for French toast.
You take a piece of bread that looks like a hundred other pieces of bread you've come across in you life. It's fine. Your bologna is better with it than without. But suddenly you have a great idea-- let's dip this one in a special of mixture of stuff you've never tried before. And, yeah, sometimes it doesn't work. I mean, nothing good is going to come of dipping bread in Pepsi. For example. (Trust me, I've had some "bread dipped in Pepsi" if you know what I mean).
But once in awhile you get the mixture right and wow, it turns into something new and so much better.
Then you cover it in syrup and... well, everything is better covered in syrup.