Monthly Archives: December 2018

Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 423: ‘VMware Pays $26.81 Special Dividend Today: One More Gift for You, Girl,’ A Love Letter: ‘Romance for the Holidays’ by Rg2 (35)



Good Morning, Love,

It’s the final Pamper-Her-Friday of 2018. You’re in my thoughts, so I’d like to mark the special occasion with an extra under-the-tree gift of sorts. Christmas day can be somewhat of a letdown, what with its month-long build-up of advertising and shopping . . . and then, poof, it’s gone, feel?

What do you say we extend the gift-giving just a bit longer? (Yeah, I figure you’d begin smiling at your phone screen or desktop monitor right about now.)

Have you heard of VMware Inc.? The Palo Alto, Calif.-based company is a leading innovator in enterprise software that powers the world’s complex digital infrastructure. VMWare’s (ticker: VMW) compute, cloud, mobility, networking and security offerings provide a dynamic and efficient digital foundation to over 500,000 customers globally, aided by an ecosystem of 75,000 partners. In other words, not much goes on in online digital operations without VMware touching it.

Well, today, yes, Pamper-Her-Friday of all days, VMW pays a special dividend of $26.81 per share of the stock owned by shareholders. I know you’re familiar with Microsoft, Google, Apple, Amazon and the other obvious tech players; however, VMware has quietly operated below your radar, no?

Not today, love.

When I sold most of my Amazon shares a few weeks ago, I scooped up, among other equities, just over 1,000 shares of VMW, especially when I read that Carl Icahn is a holder. One thousand shares times $26.81 sums to just shy of $27,000—not a bad little incentive for simply holding the shares, eh? I’ll keep the shares into the new year, watching closely the market in light of recent turbulence. I wanted to hold onto Amazon into infinity, but a wise man must know when to hold and when to fold. Besides, I’ll get back in at a lower entry price.

But today I wanna get into you . . . your inner sanctum, into your holiday heart and soul—if only for the duration of this Pamper-Her-Friday, the last of 2018.

At your doorstep today will arrive a package that will feel essentially like an empty, small postal box. By all means, unseal the contents and behold the blank cheque featuring only my signature, along with an enclosed writing pen. I’ve owned that pen for several years, its significance heightened by the fact it was the pen I used to sign the official contracts that certified me as the innovator and owner of the trademarks Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® and Romance by Rg2®.

Cradle the pen with your tender fingers and fill in the cheque an amount to your liking: Not to exceed $26,810. Trust me, however. That limit is purely superficial. Should more be needed, it’s accessible to you on one firm condition:

You let me know this love letter made you smile in this very moment and that I’ll be in your thoughts for the remainder of this day. Until we see one another again. Tonight perhaps? Lol.

It’s Pamper-Her-Friday, Love.

Romance and prosperity in the new year,




Pamper the woman . . . into the new year. -Rg2

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Posted by on December 28, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Romance by Rg2®: ‘An Eve with You’: A Poem for Babygirl by Rg2: ‘Romance for the Holidays’ by Rg2 (34)


It was the night before Christmas
Teeming within his creative mind,
Yuletide reindeer and lovely angels
But, oh, there’s one particular kind . . .

Her majestic eyes like diamond sparkles
That enthralling smile remains aglow,
Her fragrance lingers from that winter
Her enchantment he simply can’t let go

As the window mists from falling rain…
He rubs the pane to clear the dew,
Sleigh bells jingle in the distance
Behold, her silhouette comes into view

Seated next to ol’ St. Nick . . .
Rudolph gleefully leading the way,
Could it be: that starry-eyed angel?!
Such beautiful cargo aboard Santa’s sleigh

“A special delivery,” St. Nicholas bellows,
“But remember to handle with exquisite care”;
“Absolutely!” says the creative writer . . .
“Less than an angel? I wouldn’t dare”

He extends his hand to help her down . . .
Invites her into his warm embrace,
She lingers there like a fireplace refuge
His hands cradle her tender face

Even more lovely, she, than before
He takes her hand, escorts her inside,
Yule logs ablaze capture her gaze
Memories surface when once denied

Words escape them—they’re without need
While Nat King Cole begins to play,
She rests her head upon his shoulder
A wish come true…this gift of Bae

Silent night, this moonlit night
The hearth aflame, the tree lights aglow,
Breathes on her is his intimacy
A forehead kiss beneath the mistletoe

And since there’s no other place they’d rather go…
Let it snow, let it snow, let it flow….

Merry Christmas, babygirl,



Romance for the holidays. -Rg2

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Posted by on December 25, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2®: A Gift for Arkay by Rg2: Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® Gift Giveaway (3)



Arkay Evans, you’ve just been pampered . . . for the holidays.

Your gift will arrive soon.

Thank you for supporting Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2.

Tenderly gifted,




Pamper the woman . . . for the holidays. -Rg2

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Posted by on December 15, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 422: ‘Cardi, I Know What You Need,’ A Love Letter: ‘Romance for the Holidays’ by Rg2 (33) Vol. VII



Dear Cardi,

The colder the outside, the warmer my intimacy
May I introduce myself as winter’s invisible man?
You’ve yet to meet me, though it may be arranged
Romantic lyrics I’ve written . . . in creative free-hand

Exquisitely for you in this time of life trial
When headlines go global, seems the pain magnifies,
When the lawyers and accountants and advisors are in denial
There’s a writer who understands the sorrow in your eyes

It’s over, they say, when seems it’d barely begun
Separation at the holidays wasn’t on your wish list,
For sure, you can purchase a roomful of presents
But the most material woman still wants to be kissed

Beneath the mistletoe, you prefer it tender and slow
Do the fanatics know Cardi’s a romantic at heart?
The hard-edged lyrics spun by the stage persona
They belie the island angel who simply plays the part

Strong woman of color, let me match your strength
I’ll chop the timber wood to feed your dormant fire,
I want to listen to you, I just may elicit in you
A holiday intimacy destined to take us higher

Higher than the altitude of St. Nick’s sleigh
Come gaze out the northward window with me,
Mesmerized, you are, by the snowflakes adrift
Will you allow yourself a silent night with me?

Cardi, I’m far removed from the cameras’ limelights
I’m only a hidden romantic writer of a cabin in the snow,
But, woman, I understand what you’re going through
Wrap your arms around my intimacy and don’t let go

Until the snowfall ceases, God forbid it does tonight
Cry your hurts on my shoulder, say what you want to say,
Holiday intimacy is what you’re in need of most
Let me hold you until the end of Pamper-Her-Friday . . . .



Pamper the woman . . . for the holidays. -Rg2

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Posted by on December 15, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 421: ‘More Naughty Than Nice: Ella in Verse’: ‘Romance for the Holidays’ by Rg2 (32) Vol. VII


(Rated Rg2: For Ladies Only)

Dear Ella,

I have no intention of forfeiting this Christmas
But my naughtiness tonight is grounds, I’ll admit,
Year-long niceties have defined this romance writer
Tonight, however, that predictable box I refuse to fit

Think of me as your pre-holiday surprise gift
Come, woman, unwrap me like a long-wished-for toy,
Caution, I’m much more than an easy plug and play
Tonight I insist on making you earn this joy

“Girl, it’s only you…have it your way, decide…”
DiAngelo and other carols spinning on the wheels,
Cords of timber hearth-burning and warmth-sharing
Come sit on my fac…, uh, lap—tell me how it feels

To be the center of my attention by candlelight
Last night’s storm has finally passed inland SoCal,
Leaving crisp air and mount-top snow in its wake
Are you the cozy-setting, hold-me-closer kinda gal?

Of course you are, woman, I see it in your eyes
Late autumns past have left a shiver in your bones,
Those other guys? They were only shoulder-warmers
You need a mocha furnace to sate your full-body jones

Moist, sensual thigh bites, elevating your inner heights
Your eyes on the flames all the while…till they close,
I’m not responsible for helpless, random shouts of ecstasy
You’ve now entered the realm of Rg2 poetry and prose

Writ large along your spine to either pelvis wing
Back to the center to traverse the skin canal,
Warning: If I clutch the cheek, it may make you weak
Should I continue my search? Oh indeed I shall

Have you submitted to Santa your holiday wish list?
What, you’re afraid you may have asked for too much?
No worries, I’ll pre-deliver those gifts that can’t be bought
Just close your eyes and surrender to this holiday touch

I’ll shear the edges of the tree in the morning dew
But tonight we’re engaging only in fireside play,
Yes, continue to unwrap the rest of this mocha gift
I’m yours, woman, a special delivery on Pamper-Her-Friday



Pamper the woman . . . for the holidays. -Rg2

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Posted by on December 8, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday


Pamper-Her-Friday by Rg2® 420: ‘If You See This Post, Chandra’: A Love Letter: ‘A Romance in Autumn’ Creatives by Rg2 (58)

image: © getty


Dear Chandra,

I submitted a creative “success story” to a firm today. One of many submissions it’s likely received from other writers both in need of the commerce or the challenge. The organization seeks to share with the public the myriad cases it’s won for its clients.

The firm appears to be a step ahead of its market peers: An international presence, both on the North American and Asian continents, yet having not forgotten its local roots, the work ethic of a paranoid star track athlete who’s forever looking over his shoulder lest he be caught . . . and the firm is hungry.

No one’s hungrier than I, Chandra. I’ve been turned away and rejected so many times in the business professions, my stubbornness has reached equal proportion—and surpassed it. But a business, no matter the sector of the economy, is either a coward or a winner. You can judge the smarts, strength and long-term viability of a company by its willingness to partner with talent, however foreign. Every company needs talent. The dollar, when not stolen by the less talented but well-connected, naturally gravitates to talent. And creative talent is and will be even more the mother’s milk of future business success.

What this law firm lacks is creative thrust. Yes, it’s got a lion’s heart . . . but a cub’s legs. Legalese is boring as hell by its very essence. Readers don’t eagerly page-turn law lingo. Steve Jobs knew phones were a utility but they were boring as hell. Creative thrust? Now Jobs understood that magic like few others. A device must work superiorly. But more importantly, it must be touch-worthy, attractive, comfortable and envy-inducing to those who don’t yet own his phones.

This firm’s likely not to choose my submission. Another rejection in the pantheon of sad chapters of my creative life story is of no consequence to this relentless creative writer. The fact, however, is I can immediately deepen the firm’s market share and substantially enhance its bottom line with tantalizingly creative content like none of the other scribes.

You know what my gut instinct tells me? The firm knows it, too.

We’ll see which of the two business camps it falls under.

Last night’s rain had me craving your touch, Chandra. I’d rather not go without it tonight.

So close your laptop and come.

Your autumn warmth lives here. In my arms.

On Pamper-Her-Friday.

Tender are my thoughts,


Pamper the woman . . . before autumn goes away. -Rg2

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Posted by on December 1, 2018 in Pamper-Her-Friday

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