I have the same problem Jack does though and that’s that guys, who are serious about a relationship, will never give me a second look because they think I’m only interested in sex. Mind you, I like sex, but eventually I will want to find a guy to settle down with.

Sadly, I’m caught in a catch-22 and I’m not sure if I’ll ever be able to get out of it – maybe I need to move or take a vow of chastity, but I don’t see that happening.

My point is, that your past is your past and it’s something that you’re never going to be able to change, but it doesn’t define who you are. Jack may be a slut-whore that girls are scared of getting close to – for fear of an STD or ending up on a blog, but they know what they’re getting into. Jack doesn’t seem to be the type to lie about who he is and I think it’s refreshing!

Keep up the good work RVAnews!

And it would seem that this pineapple-headed charmer has captivated her interest sans deception. No one has the complete moral package; and if that’s what she fiends, then she’s misguided for meeting potentials at bars…try church.
As far as what the ‘package’ in question has to offer… If Gina even remotely feels that she needs to ‘run far away’ or stick around waiting for the possibility of change she’s not only wasting her time, but also his. –There are far too many people out there to get caught up with someone whose chief tenants of bachelor life present such a problem for you. Everyone wishes they could pick and choose which characteristics to keep or toss out for their mate – but who someone else is isn’t up to you. Maybe this is the metaphor Mary Shelley was drawing upon with Frankenstein. Either way, fictional or real, it ends badly and you better hope your neighbors aren’t a mob of angry pitchfork wielding Transylvanians.

Everyone likes sex, and flings can be fun. But if you’re looking for something more… and by more I don’t mean bringing some of those concurrent lovers into the mix, rather a relationship; then you really have to prioritize what matters most. Swallow the fact that you get the good with the bad, the beautiful with the aids, the sweet (vermouth) with the sour (mash) ….god I need to stop hanging with bartenders. Stop using your friend as your scout. Just because someone’s a womanizing “sort of jerk’ doesn’t mean there aren’t copious silver linings. If you want it, take the plunge. And if the water’s murky… at least it probably wouldn’t be too hard for your dear Jake to revert to his comfortable lifestyle of various women and pinot noir.

Also Jack, I think your kid will have figured out you’re a huge DB (baby d.b! haha) far before it learns to surf the web – or whatever the hell kind of crazy technology that will be around by the time you finally pony up n spread your “well-socialized” seed.

In conclusion, cats are awesome. And mine can read. So bes watch your lauter-back!

don’t worry about it. this little comment war might raise the readership of your blog to 5 people!

Although I read this site because I want to support my friends who do the site first and foremost, giving Duffman the benefit of the doubt, I DO leave lengthy comments because I’m intrigued on some base level by his hedonistic antics.

The way I now see it, having shamefully pondered it further, Duffman is to RVAnews what New York (the person) was to VH1.

We slow down to watch the car wreck because, subconsciously, we need to feel better about ourselves by watching someone else make poor, amoral life choices in an unashamed manner under the guise of “being honest”. And, just as egomaniacal homegirls across our country do with New York, those who relate to Duffman always say “At least he’s honest! Everyone’s like that, so-and-so is just keeping it real!”

So, just like I got rid of cable TV so as to purge myself of needing to watch Celebreality, I will, from now on, cease to read Robot Hearts so as to no longer validate Duffman and his glorification of dude-like hedonism.

“Hey Yo Anna!”

“Hi George, what are you doing?”

“You don’t even wanna know”

5 girls is a lot of girls.

Also from now on whenever anyone emails to ask why I am not posting on my blog anymore, I’m sending them here.

One is a really nice guy who plays with kids (Finn and him have had some pretty serious playtime), is fairly literate and would be fairly horrified if he actually hurt someone. The kind of person you can count on to ‘do the right thing’ and will make someone a very nice partner someday – if he ever chooses to do so. We’ll call him ‘Nice Jack’.

Then there’s the alcohol-fueled out-of control Jack who sends obscene text messages, forgets the name of the girl he’s in bed with, makes many questionable decisions and then drunk blogs at 4 in the morning in his boxers. We’ll call him Juan Fuckin’ Conde Jack… or JFC for short.

Girls love both of these sides of Jack. They’re attracted to bad boy JFC for a hook-up but convince themselves that they can bring Nice Jack out full time and he’ll be their beau forever. Not going to happen, at least not now. He’s happy indulging both sides of his personality. You should be thankful that he’s honest about that and doesn’t lead you along with false promises or hopes. If you like him and are interested in a fling – go for it. Just go into it with open eyes that it will never be anything but that – a fling. Besides, he’s is a bit of a gentleman. He’s never, to my knowledge, ever identified any of his conquests.

Some day one side of Jack or the other will win out. Nice Jack may take over and he’ll have a family and all that – better to do that if he is ever ready then to do it just because you’re ‘supposed’ to. JFC may win out and then there may be two options. He may ride off into the sunset, a happy boozer to the end, or he may become one of those bitter old bartenders working in a smoky old dirty pool hall.

Doesn’t matter. You won’t be there. He’ll just be a memory to you. One that might be a regret at a missed opportunity or something that brings a funny smile to you face as you sit in the rocking chair of the old folks home.

The choice is yours.

BUT I know for a fact, *all* individuals (men, women and yes, animals) wanted to be touched, groped and yes, loved. However, it is true that Jack writes a blog to covers on his experiences of bagging anything that moves. I had yet to read one that he treats the partners with contempt. In fact, he made it clear that he enjoys being with her on that day.

By making a crude joke about things in life signifies that Jack feels very comfortable with the ones that also *bagged* him in bed.

Yes, Jack bagged others. Fine with me. What of others that bagged Jack, too? Is that supposed to be negative thing? Nah, it does not have to be like that. I’m sure there are women out there who said, “You know JackGoesForth? I bagged him last night!”

Look, Gina needs to understand that first and foremost of all, “Jake” is single. If Gina feels something with “Jake”, then Gina should talk to Jake about it. And set up the boundary line.

Just like I do — I write lots of things on my blogs including few sex escapades but I always made sure to let the people know that there are certain things that I shall not blog out of respect for others.

I’m sure Jake does the same thing, Gina. Gina, by not doing anything else, you give in to your friends’ manipulations to rule you. Be bold and experience things for yourself — after all, you live only once.

R-

Funny ass column. Keep it up!

I’m a veteran when it comes to getting negative comments either anonymously or out in the open, and guess what? When people take the time to read your work and then they take the extra time to leave a comment about it, it’s never negative my man. Thanks for the support.

Matt Frost: You’re right. Nice analogy with the whole spoon and honey pot thing. Can I steal that? Haha

The only deference between “Jake” and any other guy with the same attributes, is he is known and he is honest. While people like myself won’t come out and say it, we leave it up to the girl to lie to herself and imagine a very clean ideal backstory for us… because she wants to like us.

To thyne own self be true… loose the virginal morals, wear a rubber.. or accept the fact that it’s easier to clean the spoon than the honey pot and don’t deny yourself a good time… or go for the nerdy awkward guy who really has only slept with 5 girls… ever.

I’d also like to make it known that this column used to be a bummer to me, until I realized that it’s really just Duffman crucifying himself in front of a bunch of intelligent people who find his David Puddy intellect very entertaining.

Jack Goes Forth is like a rallying cry for controversy-seekers and “Good Timers”, where as Robot Hearts is just a snicker-laden observation of our questionably loveable pet Bro-Dude.

Although the real email in question was only brought about by Jack directly effecting this girls life so I don’t think it should count.

And glad to know I’m not the only one being whisked away to far corners of bars to make out with “Jake” haha =)