Guys are SENSITIVE also.....

This blog goes out to everyone who is in a relationship.... Whether you are married, dating, sleeping together, commiting adultry, happy, unhappy, crazy or everything inbetween.......guys are sensitive and they like to be told they are liked or loved just as much as a woman does. Think back to the last time you said I love you first. So when you get home from work today walk up to your man and tell them you are glad they are in your life. I bet you get a good response.

Hugs and Handpounds,

Czar

Being a GOOD friend...

I joke, I kid, I like to have fun. I have probably pushed your buttons intentionally once or twice in my life. Love me or hate me you know what you are going to get out of me. I will be the first to tell you I have told lies in your defense. If I know the truth is going to hurt your feelings then I will move in the opposite direction. I would rather see you happy then see something small ruin your day. This way of life has gotten me in trouble with some of the people who I love the most, but again I would rather see you smile. Do NOT get me wrong I have been the bearer of bad news multiple times and if I think the truth is going to be better in the long run then you will get the truth. I am talking about things like "was so and so talking about me behind my back" or "are you mad at me"? These are the type of questions I will work my way around to keep you happy. Some people lie to make themselves look better, while I admit I have embelished the truth for the sake of a good story I rarely tell a lie to make myself look better. I am not going to one up you. If you have done something I am rarely going to tell you I have done the same thing and I have actually done it better. I am simply going to let you have your time to shine.

The whole reason behind this blog is for you to question what kind of friend you are. Are you someone who craves to see people hurt so you feel better about yourself or are you someone who thinks about your friends and loved ones before you go to the point of no return? There are arguments on both sides and I understand that, but I think there is something to be said for the person who is always there telling the truth. That person likes to see you hurt.

If you are having problems understanding what I am talking about feel free to contact me.

Hugs and Handpounds,

Czar

Flanagans Bachelor Party...

Who ever would have thought that Dan Flanagan would be getting married? Not me, I am actually pretty sure he is still gay. The man who is known for the million dollar shiteater and the right hand of Casius Clay. I will never forget the day I saw Daniel in my freshman english class at UWW, what a fuckin dickhead he was. He was wearing a white t-shirt and black basketball shorts. I knew he and I would become good friends after the first 5 minutes of class. Our professor asked us to go around the room and introduce ourselves starting with an adjective that described ourself followed by our name. Dickhead Flanagan says this "hey I am unattentive Dan". After those few words were muttered it was like love at first sight. He and I got to talking after class and began walking as slow as we could back to the dorms everyday after class. We would do this on purpose so people would walk around us. We were dickheads, unfortunately you couldnt help but like us.

Enough about the boring shit, Flan and I have now been friends for the last 12 years and we just truely understand eachother. A few years back he moved out to Las Vegas in one final attempt to be with the girl of his dreams. Fortunately the move worked out in his favor and on November 12th he and Amy will be tying the knot in Las Vegas.

Cute fuckin story........

Dan told me multiple times he didnt want to have a bachelor party, but Jay Lorino and I decided that he was going to get one whether he likes it or not. I bought him a plane ticket to fly him back to Milwaukee for the weekend. Now because we just thought about this 2 weeks ago not too many people can make the festivities, but guess what...............I dont give a shit if you can make it or not......I am going to have fun if it was just Flan, Jay and I. We have between 12-18 guys coming and I can promise you this.....there will be stories told about this event.

Since Dan lives in Vegas I have posted below the Vegas lines of things that I believe have a chance to happen tomorrow night.

2:1- Steve-O goes skins at some point.

3:1 - Slawson smokes 3 packs of heat.

4:1- Jay says at some point "I'm not that bad, I could drive right now"

5:1-Slawson pukes

6:1- Flan and I get in some kind of argument

7:1- I get kicked out of the strip club

8:1 - JD says "Braaa" 15 or more times

9:1 - GAYtor doesnt show up

10:1 - Jeremy makes over $4,000 worth of bets from Jays garage during the period of the day

11:1 - Cops come

12:1 - Jay does burnouts in his garage with his motorcylce

13:1 -Ambulance comes

14:1 - Someone almost gets in a fight

15:1 - Flan passes out before 10pm

16:1 - Slawson is texting for at least 8 hours out of the 12 hours

17:1 - I write a Facebook status every hour

18:1 - PJ bongs 3 or more 4 Lokos

Stay tuned for a MOnday morning update of how much of this stuff really happened.

Hugs and Handpounds,

Czar

The Perfect Boyfriend...

On February 11th I will turn 31 years old, I thought by this time in my life I would have a beautiful wife, 2 boys Miles and Jack, 2 girls Emily and Morgan, a house on a lake where we would have Sunday picnics and family band practice. Unfortunately the reality of the situation is a little different.....I have no wife, no kids, I live with West Allis with a buddy and we vacuum about 1 time every 3 months. If you were hungry you could probably make a pretty decent meal by picking up food that doesnt make it to our mouths and falls on the floor. As friends and family continue to get married I continue to go to their weddings and think about my own situation. I enjoy being me, I like the fact that people enjoy being around me. I also like the fact that friends know if they had a problem they could come to me and I will help them. The truth is I want to be as happy as all my married friends so this blog is to inform you why I would be the perfect boyfriend and a great future husband.

1. Obviously I am no super model, but believe me there are people who are worse off in the looks department than I am. I have a smile that can light up the room. If you dont believe me ask Marnie Renteria, she has told me before.

2. Sense of humor, if you are reading this I am guarenteeing you think I am funny. I have gone most of my life telling jokes, poking fun, and humiliating people......usually in good taste.

3. Personality, it is hard to find a personality quite like mine. I am kind, caring, compassionate, loving and fun. What else do you want? Actually you probably like dickheads.

4. Respectful, I will open your car door, I will say thank you, yes sir, no sir and by the end of the day your father will love me.

5. Sarcasm, take it for what it is worth because with me you are going to get a full dosage of it. If you dont like it then you and I probably wont work. I say things that will challenge you and the best part about it is if I see you are offended I can say "I was just kidding". I have done it all my life and people never really know if I was kidding or not. Jokes on you.

Just like everyone else I have my flaws, I would rather touch on why I am so amazing rather than telling everyone that I can eat 3 feet of Subway subs. I would rather talk about my perfectly placed hair rather than my dirty bedroom.

Justin Czarneckis dating life is open for business and accepting applications. You think that with all the people I know and all the people who enjoy my company that I should be married. I feel like I should have ladies in line waiting for me to get divoriced, but.......I dont. I am a 30 year old male who now enjoys local dive bars more than the glitz and the glam of downtown. I like a cute girl who will wear a Yankees hat and has a tramp stamp. I like a girl who wants to go to Ponderosa and wants to leave when she is about to puke. I like a girl with flaws, but smiles when I come and pick her up. Most importantly I like a girl who will not judge me for wearing my homemade capri sweatpants and musty boat shoes.

This is simply stating facts on why I am actually amazing and why you readers need to help me out. Below I have listed what I am looking for.

Cute, funny, sarcastic, stylish, into side pony tails, and I am not against dating people I work with.


Hugs and Handpounds,

Czar

Date NIght

Everyone who is reading this entry has probably once told me "Czar, the right girl is out there for you". I politely say thank you, nod my head and usually walk away. Lets be honest, I do have a great personality, I can make people laugh, but I am just missing the "it" factor. I dress ok, my hair is beautiful, I wear Armani cologne, my smile is to die for. I have put myself out there my whole life to get little or no response. At 30 years old I am beginning to think my prime is behind me. No girl wants a guy who wakes up every morning with a sore back, knees hurting, and dry lips. Girls are all looking for that movie screen appearence which I just dont have. I cant give you a 6pack, structured jaw line and Gucci suits. I can give you fun, laughs, and the ability to make you feel special. I will tell you that doesnt go far these days. I am not sitting here trying to make you feel sorry for me, I am just opening up your minds to what I can and cant do as I take you on my journey from my Wednesday night date.

HERE WE GO.......


I am not afraid to say that I have taken my dating struggles to Match.com, now I wouldnt say that I creep on people, send them emails or anything like that. I will say that I look at peoples pictures and then move on. A few weeks back as I was browsing pictures I noticed a girl who caught my attention. I did the unthinkable, I sent her an email saying this "as soon as you look at your other emails please email me back. I think you are cute a s a button". Of course she never emailed me back, so the next time I was on I saw she was on so I instant messaged her. We talked back and forth for about the next 2 hours. It ended with me getting her email address, I emailed her later in the day and gave her my phone number and told her to text me if she was interested. A few hours later I received a text so of course I was excited. We talked back and forth and then she called me. We had a fun 30 minute conversation that ended with setting up a date a few days later.

IN THE NEXT FEW DAYS THE TEXTING AND TALKING ON THE PHONE CONTINUED......


DATE NIGHT.....


As I am preparing to meet her at a resteraunt in Menomonee Falls I am a touch nervous. Basically this is a blind date and not something I am too famalier with. Jeans and a collared Polo shirt is what I chose to wear. I get out of the shower and I begin to sweat per usual. I get my cloths on, get my hair did, and begin looking for my license. Of course I cant find it. I am running around my house, perspiring, and I dont have a clue where my license is. Luckily I am now 30 and NEVER get carded anymore. I drive to Menomonee Falls listening to my Alicia Keys cd to settle my nerves. I get to the resteraunt about 20 minutes early and as I am sitting there I think to myself "this is all gravy". She calls me as she is pulling in, I get out of my car, she parks her car.....she gets out and HOLY SHIT. This girl was put together. My heart immediately started beating faster as I walked up to her and gave her an awkward ass out hug. Honestly this girl was stunning and had a beautiful smile.

We sat down at the table and began examining eachother, questions after questions, but I felt like we were both very comfortable. I couldnt help but notice she was saying things like "when you meet my parents" or "on our next date" giving me the simple indication that she was interested and there would be another date. This made me feel like I didnt have to try and make myself seem cooler than I really am. In my mind there was already a 2nd date 1 hour into our first date. We had a few beers and laughed the whole time we were there. 3 hours later the date ended and I was on top of the world. As we walked out we gave another awkward hug and went on our own ways. On the way home we sent a few text messages back and forth and then we even talked and said goodnight.

The next day we sent a few texts back and forth and that was it.

The day after that I sent her a text at 10:37am that said "were you still interested in hanging out this weekend"?

It is now Tuesday at 9:57am and I am still waiting for a reply.

Look, I know what this means, I am not a dumb ass. I was played like a guitar, but my question is why couldnt this girl just text me back saying "NO"? Is it really that hard? If you dont want to hurt my feelings than make up a lie, I dont care.....just dont leave a good dude hanging. I was mad for about a 14 hour period and then went out with my friends and had a few adult beverages. It is amazing how laughing with friends makes you feel better. This has made me realize that maybe I will just stay single and wait for all my married freinds to call and want to hangout. That way there is no awkwardness, there is always laughing, and I know I wont get dumped.


Hugs and Handpounds,
Czar

Winter Weight....

Another winter has come and gone in Wisconsin and guess what, sure enough, I gained 30 pounds and I am having trouble getting comfortable in my own skin. Nothing better than your belt buckle digging deep into your gut while you sit in you 4 x 4 cubicle at work. The funny thing is when you look in the mirror you dont see it, but your cloths dont lie, when your arm barely makes it through that pink Ralph Lauren polo it might be time to do a few tricep extenstions. I looked at my arms in the mirror this morning and they looked like a #1, supersized value meal from McDs with extra thousand island dressing. My midsection looked like a keg of Icehouse and my legs looked like 2 Oak trees. Maybe wearing comfortable sweatpants and hoodies all winter isnt the right idea. I mean, I love the elastic waist just as much as the next guy, but you never get the feeling that the weight gain has begun and is actually taking off.

The worst day of the year is the day you finally man up and step on the scale for the first time on months. This is also the day you realize things are about to change.

Let me take you step by step through the stepping on the scale process.

1. You look at yourself in the mirror, take a deep breath and get your mind ready for the trauma it is about to encounter.

2. You slowly begin to take articles off clothing off including socks, because you know socks could add an extra pound.

3. You look at yourself in the mirror 1 more time and take a deep breath.

4. You think to yourself, whatever the scale says, I am going to tackle this problem head on.

5. You slowly put one foot on, then the other.

6. You close your eyes and pray it isnt as bad as you think.

7. You begin to open one eye slowly and there it is......30 pounds heavier you are an emotional mess.

8. You dont believe the scale so you try again, this time it actually says .2 heavier and it is a bigger blow to your ego.

9. You then go back to the mirror, take a good look at yourself and begin to tear up.

10. You begin asking yourself questions such as "how did this happen again?"

11. You then begin answering your questions "maybe it was the Toppers sticks at 230am, or the 189 double whoppers, or the ice cream, or the potato chips dipped in ketchup, or the continuous drinking"....then you think to yourself this all makes sense.

Now it is go time, you have your mind right and nothing can take you off track, until someone asks if you want to go drink 2 days later. You just have to say no and work on yourself. I know what this process is like, I do it every year. I have currently lost around 10 lbs and feel a little better. Now everyone who reads this knows I am not going to ever be a skinny guy, but I would like to get some of my swag back for the summer.

The good thing is I have realized the problem and have begun working out the kinks.

The other thing I have realized is through it all I still have amazing hair.

Hugs and Handpounds,
Czar