Dead Presidents

Historical facts, thoughts, ramblings and collections on the Presidency and about the Presidents of the United States.

By Anthony Bergen
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Asker Anonymous Asks:
are you still single? do you prefer blonds or brunettes??
deadpresidents deadpresidents Said:

Yes, I am very, very single.

As for your second question, I believe the old saying is that “gentlemen prefer blondes”, correct?

Well, I am not now, nor have I ever been, much of a “gentleman”, I guess.  You see, I open doors, pay for dinner, walk closer to the street than my companion, listen, smile, and say “please” and “thank you”.  But I’ve never been in a relationship and can’t even recall my last date with a blonde girl.  I have a brunette addiction.  The girls that I’m attracted to can usually be found in the lyrics to LL Cool J songs — give me an Around The Way Girl with a Boomin’ System, and I’m all good.

(Especially those girls who walk with a switch and talk with street slang.  She doesn’t need the bamboo earrings, Fendi bag, or bad attitude, but the lollipop at the bus stop works wonders.  This is still a Presidential history blog, right?) 

Asker Anonymous Asks:
i need your wisdom!! my bf and i just broke up and i know you've mentioned enjoying the single life so can you explain that everything is going to be ok? you seem to have a way to make things make sense. am i just a whiny 20-yo girl or do you ever feel like you need love?
deadpresidents deadpresidents Said:

Wow…I’ve received some questions that were out of left-field, but this one might take the cake.  Did I just turn into Tumblr’s dad?

However, because you did come to me and were nice enough to think that I can share some wisdom, I have no problem answering your question as seriously as possible.

Do I ever feel like I need love?

Well…when I’m alone in my room, sometimes I stare at the wall and in the back of my mind I hear my conscience call, telling me I need a girl who’s as sweet as a dove.  For the first time in my life, I see I need love.

I mean…there I was, giggling about the games that I had played with many hearts and I’m not saying no names.  Then the thought occurred, teardrops made my eyes burn as I said to myself, “Look what you’ve done to her.”  I can feel it inside; I can’t explain how it feels.  All I know is that I’ll never dish another raw deal playing make-believe, pretending that I’m true, holding in my laugh as I say that I love you.  Saying “amor”, kissing you on the ear, whispering “I love you” and “I’ll always be here”.  Although I often reminisce, I can’t believe that I found a desire for true love floating around inside my soul because my soul is cold — one-half of me deserves to be this way till I’m old.  But the other half needs affection and joy and the warmth that is created by a girl and a boy.

So, yeah, I guess I’m saying that I need love.