Ten Rules of Engagement with Your Jamaican Man!!!!

So we have heard this notion hundreds of times, we have read the books and watched the movies of some tell tale sign that translates whether or not your current love interest is even remotely interested in you.

1. I think a man or a woman knows when someone wants to be with them, they often avidly pursue their object of affection. If someone is not calling you, speaking to you or display any interest in your life then that person's interest is already invested elsewhere. Use yourself as a measure of your prospective partner. As a matter a fact, use the guy who likes you too much who you want nothing to do with as a yardstick for the one you are chasing and is running away from you.

2. The one whom you have to be begging to return a message or a text is definitely not that into you. When we love people we want to be around them so that we can catch pieces of their lives, share their most intimate moments of joys and offer comfort in times of despair. If the guy you like doesn't call when your mother dies or offer condolences, then he definitely does not care about you.

3. The one who only texts or calls to ask when he will be able to have sex with you. It is okay if you do not have a problem in being only an orifice for some boy's penis but if you are hoping for a relationship with a man who is clearly only interested in the physical part of your correspondence and finds your best personality boring, has never invited you on a date or outing, does not talk about taking it to the next level and often refers to your relationship followed by hashtag #Just for sex or We have a ting? This nigga is clearly not that into you.

4. After having a wonderful introduction he excuses himself to eat his dinner or whatever. Women know that we use the phone even in the shower and our list of boy toys text us even when they are driving. A dude who is really into you will not leave your next meeting up to chance. He will make an effort to see you. So if your current crush idea of your next meet goes something like " we will link up next time or me will see you a next time" with no solicitation for a number he is clearly not that into you or maybe his plate is really full now and he will find someway to get in contact with you when he runs out of options.

5. If you are afraid to text or call your love interest then your feet is already halfway through the door. Your inhibition might be faulty but it is always a manifestation of things within your sub-concious that tells you that this guy is not that into you. Something you notice in his behaviour like a knit of the brow, that odd feeling you get from being around him which is him often subtle giving you a negative vibe. If approaching your crush makes you feel uncomfortable then maybe you should relax and let him do some of the work in getting this union off the jump start.

6. If you are having sex with someone and you feel used or exploited then that is your cue to stop. Sex is a beautiful natural activity and one should feel fulfilled and relaxed after sex. If you are feeling pressured, unloved and sexual intercourse is like doing an exam you did not study for then you are having sex with someone who is not that into you. Face it, you know when you do something with a guy who loves you, how he treats you and how he responds to your needs. If he is demanding, insistent on his own pleasure, quick to leave after the act and discards you like a used football jersey then you are clearly screwing a guy who is not that into you.

7. The Guy who just broke up with his ex that he is still brooding over is the last man you want to have a relationship with. He will not only be emotionally unavailable but he will carry over his resentment for his ex into this relationship. Not that men do not rebound very fast from a break up but if your new beau is someone recently old dude then you might be sharing your life with a transient lover who is using you to dull the ache in his heart, to soothe his bruised ego and might not be entirely into you. If he leads the relationship with a " am not ready for another relationship or we can do a thing on the down low or is afraid to let the world know that you two are an item". He is clearly not that into you.

8. If you are in a relationship already and you are interested in a new person then it is best to leave the one you are with first. You will not get one hundred percent from a man who knows you already has another man. He will take whatever you offer but he will never truly respect you because he knows you are cheating on your beau. If you decide to cheat then ensure that if your partner leaves you then he/she will be willing to dedicate themselves to you. If not you would have wasted their time and yours. You exchanged your bronze for a wash over gold.

9. Classism affects relationships in that a woman has to be careful how willing she is to settle or sleep with someone who might be of a lower social, intellectual or financial status. It is not being prejudicial but the social image fall out from sleeping with someone who is not your equal can leave an indelible mark on not only your life but your reputation. It is like doctor sleeping with a scammer. You should not be having a relationship with someone with whom you are ashamed of and can never be public with. Pursuing relationships that if they are made public could spell disgrace are one of the reasons middle class women end up with fatherless children.

10. Don't give away your love for free. It doesn't mean a man should have to buy your affection it only states that if you value yourself then make him at least work for it. Do not hand it to him on a platter. If someone values your company then they will not see spending time with you as work or some kind of inconvenience. If your gut is telling you that you are in a messed up situation then maybe you need to get out.

From Crystal Evans Book- Excerpt

From my NewBook

EveryManDeservesaGoodJacket 

Chapter excerpt

Coming This August 2014

Copyright2014 ©™ Crystal Evans Book Club. All rights reserved. 

I hoped for a boy baby. It probably had something to do with my love for men. I have been accused all my life for " lubbing too much man". I loved men, all men, brown men, black men and bleachers. I liked tall men, short men, wild man and Christian.  Rich or poor, scammer, drugs man, doctor and cane cutter, as long as it name man, my teeth be grinning from ear to ear. 

My child's father was the love of my life. I knew I wanted to be with him from the first day I spotted him, tall, leaned sideways by his blue Honda civic in a blue Hollister Shirt and  matching Ralph Lauren Polo Pants.  His eyes, dark, emotionless without depth peered back at me from beneath hooded eyelids. He didn't smile like men did when they liked a girl, instead he stared me down with intensity, perusing my body like a piece of meat, sipping from his party cup. He had motioned me over with a flick of his long index finger and I marched towards him like a lamb in a trance going to the slaughter. 

He bared his white teeth, his breath smelled like Ganja and Rum and his eyes never left my lips. He offered me a drink and I declined since I was too busy drinking him in. His dark features, a day's growth of stubble along his caramel face and neatly corn rowed hair was alluring than any athlete model on the cover of Espn. He was twice as ruggedly handsome with his hair Afro style, disheveled, big hair, white merino or V neck T-shirt racing passed in his new Suzuki Grand Vitara. My friends and I would literally stick our tongues out, panting like a dog at him, screaming Oohs and Awes at how mesmerizing and swaggarific he  looked on those 22 inch Chrome rims. 

I loved him before he was mine and I laid beneath him, I gave myself to him for I was to become the envy of other women. I spared nothing and gave my all, careless and reckless with my love that resulted in this child, this baby was the summation of our love and the initiation of my hatred towards him. I loved him and now I despised him with as much fervour.

Crystal Evans Romance Novel

Available July  30 In print and ebook everywhere. 

Crystal Evans © copyright 2014 

#hisproperty

Renee retreated on all four. She had to stop this peeping Tom business at  the niegbour's guest. She was not a pubescent girl anymore and this was ridiculous but she couldn't help being inquisitive when it came to Mr. Tall Dark and Bad. 

The lilt tone of the female laughter drew her in like a magnet to steel. It was like it had been ten years ago. He came home from college at the age of twenty three and the house buzzed with female voices, young, slender, bodies waltzing in and out. He always brought them to the pool and then they would do some synchronized swimming. Ten years later and women were still tapping to the same tune he played back in the day. 

A branch broke beneath Renee's weight and she cursed under her breath. The leaves rustled, twigs, grass and leaves decorated her hair and she took deep, silent breaths. A sneeze was coming and she quickly dissolved it in her shoulder. She was too late, the characters from the movie she watched behind the fencing of flowers and shrubs, glanced her way. 

The female asked in a worried voice. " is somebody watching us!" 

Mr. Tall Dark and Bad strode over the bushy fencing, he meant to have a landscaper come in and give the place a facelift but he'd been preoccupied with work ever since he came back from the states. He tiptoed to peer over the hibiscuses and the funniest sight greeted him. A female on her hands and knees slowly going backwards with trash in her hair, vestiges of unswept debris accumulated from last autumn. He croaked " I see you like being on all fours, is that your favorite position?" 

Her head snap up and a pair a brown eyes, oval and intelligent met his. "sorry i was looking for my cat" 

Brad cocked an eyebrow and looked from side to side as if trying to locate the imaginary feline.  " no I don't see your cat". He replied in an arrogant, derisive voice. 

Renee crimsoned with embarrassment, he was making fun of her. She stood up and brush debris off her clothes, tentatively removing decayed leaves from her Remy realistic tendrils . She wished the ground would open up and swallow her before she died of mortification.

" well she might find her way back home anyways. My cat is very smart" 

His eyes twinkled with mischief. "I bet she is" 

The lady in the background asked. 

" Brad what is wrong?" 

Brad shouted back without shifting his gaze from Renee.  " nothing Babes, just an annoying cat"

He arched both brows for emphasis and Renee shrugged with a smirk.

She said "am going back inside so nice seeing you Brad".  

She did not wait for him to reply instead she half ran- walk to her father's dead left house. Her legs were not moving fast enough to get away from his laughing eyes and he made a low chuckle as she sprinted away. 

Brad stared at her back until she disappeared through the back door. He wanted to let out a roar of laughter but couldn't risk scaring a second female off. The one by the pool was acting as spooked as a mouse. He chuckled determined he would find out the real reason behind " the nieghbour"  snooping around in his back yard. She was going to pay for messing his date up as he would now have to calm the frazzled nerves of the delicate creature by the pool who kept crooning his name in a scared voice. 

He knew she was not as scared as she pretended, her eyes were unflinching and body language relaxed, she was milking this minor occurrence for all she thought it was worth. Brad hated women who acted , fake people are a huge turn off and  this one stepped out of a broadway musical. 

The Spy's face was awfully familiar but he could not put a name to her features. She knew who he was and she knew the Massens since she was staying in his father's guest house. 

If she was here then what happened to Mr. Massen's daughter,  Renee, the chubby child who gazed at him adoringly and made his boys tease him mercilessly, calling him an " infant killer". 

He avoided her at all cost during his high school days. His friends once saw her passing a window and shouted " hey Halloween is over, so take off your mask" 

Renee's stiffened her back and walked away, head high in the air without wincing. Brad felt terrible about that joke because it was not funny. He was not big on finding amusement from other people's disadvantages. 

He was restless that night, unable to sleep, the face of his neighborly espionage haunted him. He was up at the crack of dawn. He went for a quick run, drinking in the beauty and serenity of the atmosphere in Cherry Gardens. 

Brad grabbed a coffee maker from the boxes of appliances he shipped home. He gazed trough the kitchen window at the woman across the fence using a scissors clipper to cut the flowers along the parameters of the yard. 

He nearly knocked over the  Coffeemaker on the table as he left his tea in a hurry to confront the stranger doing landscaping on his own property, unannounced and unbidden. 

Renee saw Brad bounced through the backdoor. He wore a T-shirt, sweat shorts and sneakers like a track athlete. Renee smiled and said 

"Morning niegbour, what's up?" . 

Brad ignored the greeting " when can I speak with Renee? She should have notified me that she was taking on a tenant!" 

She scoffed. "really now Brad or you just pretending you don't recognize me?" 

Brad placed his hands akimbo above his pelvis.  " should I know you?". 

Her head jerked backways, eyelids fluttering.  " I am Reneee" 

Brads mouth formed a perfect O. " wow, you look soooo different. What a transformation" 

Brad did a blatant appraisal of her body. She boasted neat curves, small voluptuous figure, round bottom and slender waist. She was not model thin but posed the type of a physique that would attract any red blooded male. 

He queried feeling his cock twitch in his jock strap. " what's up? What you do last night after you run off?" 

Renee lips broke into a bright smile. " Drank some brandy and red bull" 

He chuckled. " oh so you drink this morning and it make you a trim down mi roses them?" 

Rennee giggled. " no just want a little exercise am kinda soporific from last and night" 

He smiled and fold his arms across his chest. " so you just flass all

Night then?" 

Renee held the shear mid air. " what's with the twenty one questions? No I watched Games and Thrones and saw my favorite character die because he did not honour his vows and let his cock rule him like most men." 

Brad let out peals of laughter. " well Same thing pussy first and every fucking thing else after. Same way from back in the day" 

She smirked, disgusted by his admission that most men were essentially dickheads. "something am learning.  I have discovered that a man sees you as a woman first and everything else after despite what you might possess if his dick does not lift to you physique then you are just as invisible".

Brad snickered.  " I beg to differ. I enjoy a good conversation. Helps me get to know the other person. That helps more I think Than letting my dick rule....and mi end up with something I regret after" 

" My male friend was telling me a while ago how this girl he met wants him to buy her a liscence. Liscence cost around $45,000. She's an attractive girl and it's killing him to choose between what his brain is telling him and what makes his cock twitch" 

He laughed " he's a trick. Probably a late bloomer" 

"So I drank his liquor and listen to him morose over this woman that from all indication fits the description of a classic gold digger who thinks she's god gift to men." 

She spoke solemnly. " He's like a brother to me. He has a deficiency he likes high end women and he buys them 30,000 perfumes"

Brad smiled " He's a trick... and he deserves what he's getting. it simple money can't buy love he knows that but..."

" He thinks a pretty woman solidifies and enhances his social experiences. It is all about the package just like his clothes, his car and his house. The woman is apart of his self esteem mechanism.He has serious issues and I can't help him."

Brad licked his lips and they glisten. Pink lips, saliva made them glossy. 

" Low self-esteem... Pleasing the wrong party leaves oneself empty. Let him self distruct he'll learn from that then" 

He was listening and Renee continued feeling compelled by his attention. " Anyone who spends their lives at the mercy of the opinions of others will never find peace. He lives too much for what others think and that is his kryptonite. " 

He grinned and peered into her eyes " Super man soon hit the rock hard" 

Renee shuddered, she felt chilly in the morning sun. " He's a big boy he will survive" 

He licked his lips, hands across his broad chest. " Hopefully.... you would approve if it was you the recipient" 

Renee's eye brows furrowed.

" recipient of what? Love or money?"

He supplied, feet apart, radiating sexuality and dominance in his stance. " what your friend is offering" 

She smiled.  " Affection  any day over money. Love cannot be bought" 

Brad raised an eyebrow. He was still the cutest man she's ever known. " sure you not just saying that to impress me?" 

Renee looked him up and down like something reprehensible. " don't flatter yourself too much. This is not high school anymore" 

Brad scoffed and close the space between them. His eyes shone bright with amusement and Renee did not miss the outline of his penis in the sweat pants. He followed her eyes. He asked in a matter of fact voice. " you like. It feels just as good as it looks" 

Renee coughed and excused herself from his closeness with three backward steps.  He threw his head back and laugh, his Adam Apple moving up and down rapidly. Renee wanted to nip that arrogance in the bud. 

" really now? I've seen and has better". She's smiled like a seductress working the night shift on the streets of New Kingston and trot away in a cat walk worthy of Bet's Rip The Runway. The look of confusion and admiration on Brad's face was satisfying and she strutted away without a backward glance, content in knowing she had won this first challenge. 

When Evil rears it's ugly head?

Remember this for those heads still in the clouds... Security is a superstition  and safety is blanket of illusion. You are only as safe to the extent that others can tolerate your existence. Most of us are only pawns in this big game of power struggle. Anything can happen at anytime.

#RIP Malaysian Plane crash Victims

Evil does not need a reason to read its ugly head. Evil is will consume you, point you out unbidden, unprovoked and unincited, decide to overthrow you without rhyme or reason. Evil lives power and the weight of supremacy is only measured in blood. Death is the only currency of any value. 

You could commit an infraction against a man and regardless of how much you offer to pay to have that offence expunge, he might demand payment in blood. Nothing appeals more to the wicked like the devaluation or desecration of what a human being holds sacred... Their life... 

How many of us will perish because of what others believe? It's strange how other mortals who value their lives often find it convenient to take the lives of another. 

Women are the agents of social change!

From the Book " Children of the Jamaican Working Class" 

Copyright © Crystal Evans 

I was watching a local television report where an elderly lady living in a zinc house. When I say zinc, I mean the entire structure is made out of zinc.  The middle age lady claimed that she and her daughter lives in the house with several children. She has seven children and her daughter has two. She went on to show the news crew her father's house which was made out of Zinc and Tarpaulin. I shook my head. Several generations of poverty and no one is making an attempt to improve the situation. I kept wondering what happened to the daughter's baby daddies.  They are suppose to provide shelter for their children. 

I don't know about any woman but I refuse to allow some man to " cock me up" anywhere and impregnate me. I mean if you don't have any where to put the head on your neck, you should not be in a rush to shove the one between your legs into an orifice. 

I stand firm by my belief that having too many children is the main culprit for the social maladies we experience including criminality and poverty.  This is something I observed from childhood. 

Mother has five children for five different man. Every man comes and promises to enrich her life and take care of the children. He leaves as soon as she gets pregnant for fear of committing to the financial burden of providing for her and her offsprings. 

Her sons grow up with feelings of inadequacy because they cannot buy " clarkes" to wear go school and not one teenage girl would glance their way cause they are not wearing Hollister and Polo. By the time they are fifteen, they become embarrass of living in the small house with mother and the smaller siblings. As the new man in the house. The son develops a growing sense of responsibility to his mother and kinship. He attempts to alleviate his mother's financial problems by turning to crime. He might die leaving children fathered by him for his already poor mother to take care of. The cycle continues... 

Daughters sometimes make the same mistake as the mother. She is often blackmailed or forced into relationship with older men who knowing the financial plight of the family offers to help finance her education in exchange for sex. Mother may or may not be aware of the arrangement as well as she might be complicit with it. The girl gets pregnant and the man abandons the union because he did not want a child or any form of commitment.  The daughter brings one more mouth to feed in the already crammed dwelling. If she does not wise up then very soon some other man will promise her financial security the way they did her mother. She will end up having children, she too cannot take care of. The cycle will no doubt continue. This is a transgenerational cycle of poverty and it will not stop until someone puts a condom on. 

Women are the agents of social change. Control how many babies we have and we could change the world. We cannot deny the connection between having too many children and poverty.  We know that poverty leads to more crime. Contraception literally saves lives.