Dating Advice for Men – What to do if a Woman Rejects You!

The first thing you should do is break down and cry. We have to endure this tactic constantly, let’s fight fire with fire men. Women can’t stand when men cry either… they will think you are one of two things. She will either reject you even more for being a pansy ass cry baby OR she will suddenly “connect” with you on another level and take you back as her new “sensitive man.” Cutting onions helps.

Date her friend. You have a 50/50 chance of making her jealous and isn’t it worth the two week investment for revenge? Who cares if the dish is cold or not…

As soon as the words “No you suck” come out of her mouth begin to converse with God. Ensure you add some head nods and frantic whispering. This will make her so uncomfortable that it will offset your own discomfort from being rejected. Well played sir.

Make a Youtube video and send it to her begging her to take you back… even if you have never dated before…

Stare at her for five minutes without saying anything and then nonchalantly say “I wasn’t talking to you.”

Tell her with a straight face “Well too bad! You just missed out on dating a super hero!” Then run away making a “motor sound” with your mouth. Move your arms really fast too, it makes you seem like you’re moving at super human speed!

Yell “I hate women!” and walk away. For some reason this always gets women…

Be strong men. Being rejected by women is simply our little piece of hell on this planet. At least they provided alcohol here.

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-Opinionated Man

Blog of Dreams – To Build a Blog

I have had a few bloggers approach me recently in regards to building a blog for them. After a couple conversations I thought I would simply voice my thoughts out to all of you.

I suppose at this point people consider me some kind of blogging profession. I don’t accept that title since I have only been blogging a little over a year, but in regards to “networking” I have been doing that all my life. Someone asked me in a comment how I can be so introverted and standoffish, but still have a family and children. That is a great question and deserves the complex answer it will receive. For me, and perhaps this only makes sense to me, I have always been an introvert. I feel boxed in when around a lot of people… even just a small group. I prefer my own company, I hate being touched, and I cannot concentrate around large groups… I zone out. Some psychologist might attribute this to my being adopted and some disconnect with my birth mother, I am sure smarter minds have smarter reasons than I can come up with myself.

I have always made friends easy, but have only kept a certain percentage of them through my life. This is not unusual, many people are similar, but many people also have a need for human contact. I find that people either have a love/hate relationship with me. They quickly learn whether they like to be around me or not and I in turn assess the same about them. I am no different than many people, my social interaction is limited to work and humans I meet throughout the day. My family constitutes the backbone of my social obligations for the majority of my life, because I work in IT during the overnight shift and I am not forced to converse with people. I get along great with co-workers and managers. I can be everyone’s friend and making “bonds” has never been a problem for me.

The problem has always been the obligation to continue to be nice to people when you really just want to be left the hell alone. During college you develop close friends and because of the lack of family and children you will often times find “permanent” buddies that literally live in your living room. The introduction of a family to me is actually a good thing, it is a shield against further “petty” friendships that I more than likely do not need. It takes a certain kind of friend to understand that you are the type that simply “goes off the grid” sometimes… and it isn’t a personal thing.

I am sure written out this all sounds very egotistical and snobbish. That is ok, I didn’t write this to make friends. But I did relate this for a reason.

Blogging to me is networking. It is the culmination of everything I have ever been good at in life thus far, and that sadly is a very short list. Writing, a constant goal, a platform where effort equals reward, and an ever changing landscape of people are all my tools against the constant enemy of boredom. I get bored very easily.

It is a simple concept to me, building blogs. I only wish there were a company that would notice and offer me a salary to do it. The few people that have asked me about building blogs for them have received the same answer, “I am not sure your average blogger would be willing to pay the expense such an undertaking requires.” At this point I believe I could build the audience of almost any blog to a certain number. A few months to gain a person 10,000 followers might seem like an easy task, but the number of hours it would require is lost on your normal blogger. They just don’t get the amount of time I put into each of my blogs.

I could quote a price I suppose; it would be a few thousand at least because of the number of hours required. The issue for me is why would I do it for less when I could be putting that same amount of work into my own blog? There has to be a reward for me right?

I am open to taking on commissions for people and have considered it. I try not to spam my followers with posts about this or that book unless I have read it, but there may be a venture worth looking into when it comes to building blogs for others. As I have said before, I am not a rich guy and I have few skills to my name. Why not use what I am good at? I will thus never fully say “no” to a possible opportunity.

If you are a wealthy blogger who doesn’t have the time, patience, or will to build your audience, but are interested in throwing me a few thousand to build your blog go ahead and email me. I could always use the money.

-Opinionated Man

Spring, Summer, Fall, and Winter


She comes into your life and brings nature’s blessing. And with her entrance comes a curse of wanton passion. The grass is still alive as it blazes in the sun. The chorus of our laughter floats gently in the Spring breeze. We are the definition of love and our hands are linked as we dance amongst the growing and the grown alike. We enjoy timeless sunsets on picturesque settings creating canvases waiting to be painted at each moment. We love.

Time works wonders and bonds grow firm. We resolve to walk quietly into the night together. Hands held tightly against the shadows we once faced alone. We pick each other up in the heat of the Summer, against the blazing sun and humanity’s punishment. We turn as one, in unison with one another’s needs. I am your need and you are mine. And like an oak tree we grow together.

The rain has come and we have weathered storms. We still touch… but sometimes our hands Fall like leaves from our tired limbs. The chatter of children running around our base keeps us united, we are still united with finger painted signs and chalk figures. But some nights are cold and the moon shines two shadows upon the ground.

It snows here in Denver. The Winter seems to be most of the year… at least lately. But even with the constant ice, it does melt with the strength of will. A will we share each morning and return to each night. The seasons form a timeless ring that hardens into a golden promise. They touch each time our hands unite with infused emotion. Regardless of what emotion that is the presence of feelings means that we still care.

Jason Cushman

-Opinionated Man


A Nod to Poe

How sweet is the tender touch as I caress your every limb.

Our lips meet and thoughts collide on each and every sin.

Even as I take you into my warm embrace.

I smother the image by destroying your very grace.

Transforming now our reality to fantasy.

Pain brings the passion to ecstasy.

You shudder, I feel you tremor to your bones.

A sweet sensation adding to the quiet undertones.

Softly now, gently I lay you down.

I board you up inside with the golden crown.

And there dies the buried light.

Another name, another dove takes flight.


Slaying Beauty


I slay her beauty, like I slay the night.

Boarding her up, she weeps for what is right.

I sing a tune of mocking birds, and sashay down the aisle.

It is her I hear, she calls me still, I see her smile.

Shatter it with my fist of resolve, I throw her to the wind.

She is no more… go forth, you are but a sin.

And desperately I shall seek her ashes once more.

And call upon her image still… silently at my door.


-Opinionated Man

If I could Paint the Sun

Dear You,

“She says she wants to shine a light into the darkness,” but thinks a blog will not accomplish the deed. Does she not realize that with every eye that looks upon her words, a heart might possibly be softened? A mind might be altered slightly? The power to share, to care, and to allow ourselves to affect others… “affect” because we are indeed changing them. It is a scary thought for some and this is not some super power we speak of. It is the power to care and that is a very human quality. That is a character trait that should never be overlooked and instead should be embraced.

A borderless world is social media. This land that we stand in now, these people of all colors and no color at all, their personalities created on fonts called Calibri and Times New Roman. And yet we know them as we do a character from a story we love to reread in the night. These connections are real, as much as some may scoff at silly chains of necessary friendship. These men adorn themselves with lofty titles of “Opinionated Man.” Ignore the wind, it is only the wind from America.

If you want to paint then paint. But if you want to change the world of others then paint the sun. Alter not only their perception, but their reality as well. Do this with pen, brush, keyboard, or word but do it because you do have the power. You have the power to care.

-Opinionated Man