I suppose it's time for my Charity Auction Date roundup.
I've been on 3 of my five, yes five dates so far. NotCar gave you guys the dirt on our duo date with NotAGentleman.
A few weeks ago I met up with NotA$5Whore (his choice in name, not mine) at Sweetwater Tavern, one of my favorite restaurants. This was a long time coming, seeing as how sickness, weather, and supernatural powers kept us from meeting up. We had a nice dinner of salmon and beers while talking about our respective families. I do believe he listened to a lot of my... complaining about work, but I think he understood. He didn't tell me until later that our date was about to be cancelled yet again due to the fact that a rock hit his windshield, causing a huge crack. I found this quite amusing, but not in the "oh, I laugh at your coincidence" kind of way, but more "wow, that's crazy." He should be an interesting and welcome addition to our already expanding group of drinking buddies/boos.
This past Saturday I went on a date with NotGraceful. He's the one I had wanted to win, given our history, but seeing as how he was only in it for the milk, I dropped the entire thing and moved on. About a week ago I received an email from him saying that he indeed wanted to take me out and was also appreciative that I had bid on him. I decided to let him make all of the plans because, well I'm the girl. So he did, which surprised me quite a bit. I had to pick him up at work because he inadvertently cracked his windshield (wow, sound familiar?) and can't drive his car for some reason. We went to the Ballston Common Mall and walked around for awhile until our table was ready at the Rock Bottom Restaurant and Brewery, where we drank several beers and ate some green beans that tasted like they had been frozen. Conversation stayed mainly around music, which was good. We traded cd titles and both agreed that Fall Out Boy is one of the worst bands ever. After dinner we went to this comedy place in the mall and saw "The Blue Show," which was like "Whose Line Is It Anyway?", but for adults only. It was highly entertaining and I recommend it to anyone who wants to laugh nonstop for 2 hours.
After that we walked back to my car and I basically drove him back to the store and dropped him off. Conversation in the car was a bit more awkward, I'm not sure what happened between dinner and the show, but I think he's an awkward character in general so I'll try not to analyze it too much. I asked him if he had fun and he goes "Yeah, for the most part." To which I shot him a look and he explained that he wasn't feeling well at the show and almost had to leave. That made me feel bad, but he should have told me! We sat in my car and talked about The Shins' new album for awhile and he made fun of me for my XM toggling action while driving. He then praised me for not saying my favorite catchphrase ("Whatever") all night. Then he kind of fiddled with the door handle for a minute and then gave me a big hug.
I then made sure his car started (seriously, he's got worse car kharma than NotMiranda) and after a quick wave I promptly left and picked NotMiranda up for a brief tour of 29 and some discussion of said date.
We'll see what happens at NotSamantha's birthday party this weekend.
It's going to be exciting. I can't wait to reveal the theme to all of you, NotSam especially since she has NO idea what it is. I will tell her the following: Paper mache is involved. So is the color pink. And hairspray.
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Monday, February 26, 2007
NotSamantha's State of the Union
Its that time of the year again. My birthday is rolling around (March 5, if you care to know) and I've been going over the past year.
I'm not liking what I see. So here I propose some changes.
NotSamantha's State of the Union
I'm not in a relationship, but eventually I will be, until then, stop bitching about not having someone and enjoy what I do have, which is good friends, awesome cooking skills and a crafty mind.
Stop letting the idiots of my past (read NotSkippy) rule over my future. One man or many will not make or break this chica.
Life is not about what happens to you, its about what you do about it. Repeat this mantra often and whenever confronted by something you think you won't succeed at.
Travel far and often. The world is very small and you should see more of it..but first, find your passport.
Find something that you are absolutely terrified of doing and do it anyway.
And most importantly...
Stop avoiding your life, its going to keep going even if you aren't.
I'm not liking what I see. So here I propose some changes.
NotSamantha's State of the Union
I'm not in a relationship, but eventually I will be, until then, stop bitching about not having someone and enjoy what I do have, which is good friends, awesome cooking skills and a crafty mind.
Stop letting the idiots of my past (read NotSkippy) rule over my future. One man or many will not make or break this chica.
Life is not about what happens to you, its about what you do about it. Repeat this mantra often and whenever confronted by something you think you won't succeed at.
Travel far and often. The world is very small and you should see more of it..but first, find your passport.
Find something that you are absolutely terrified of doing and do it anyway.
And most importantly...
Stop avoiding your life, its going to keep going even if you aren't.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Set Ups
Do friends ever set their other friends up on dates anymore? The other day, after the subject of the under-used practice came up, I tried to think about which guys and girls I would consider setting up together. I came up with nothing. No good pairings. Nothing. Nada!
The thing is, though...I know a lot of really awesome guys and I know a lot of really awesome girls. So how is it that connections are not being made among these awesome people?
I guess there would be a lot of pressure as the setter-upper to send two friends off to make a love connection. "Hey, I think you'd really hit it off with so-and-so." would be a lot to live up to on a first date. And if you were the one being set up, imagine the pressure of trying to make it work so you don't have to go back to your friend and report in that the date smelled like cheesesteaks and was about exciting as a Golden Girls episode*.
I think the only time I was set up was my one blind date, but it wasn't exactly a match made in heaven that my friend was excited about. And I can't even recall any times when I have thought of two friends and decided that they would be perfect for each other.
Hmm, it's interesting.
*That's right. I hate Golden Girls. Suck it!
The thing is, though...I know a lot of really awesome guys and I know a lot of really awesome girls. So how is it that connections are not being made among these awesome people?
I guess there would be a lot of pressure as the setter-upper to send two friends off to make a love connection. "Hey, I think you'd really hit it off with so-and-so." would be a lot to live up to on a first date. And if you were the one being set up, imagine the pressure of trying to make it work so you don't have to go back to your friend and report in that the date smelled like cheesesteaks and was about exciting as a Golden Girls episode*.
I think the only time I was set up was my one blind date, but it wasn't exactly a match made in heaven that my friend was excited about. And I can't even recall any times when I have thought of two friends and decided that they would be perfect for each other.
Hmm, it's interesting.
*That's right. I hate Golden Girls. Suck it!
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Threesomes?
Three Things That Scare Me
1. Clowns
2. Carrot Top
3. Fergie's face combined with those abs.
Three Inevitabilities That Terrify Me To My Core
1. Losing someone I'm close to.
2. Dying before I'm ready.
3. That I will one day have to pay for my childrens' college careers.
Three People Who Make Me Laugh
1. NotCarrie's sister
2. My bakery manager
3. My dad.
Three People Who Make Me Feel Like Everything Will Turn Out OK in the End
1. My mom
2. My dad
3. NotMiranda
Three Things I Love
1. Backrubs.
2. Late night phone calls.
3. Baking
Three Things I Heart
1. Making people happy.
2. Haribo gummi bears
3. Socially smoked cigarettes.
Three Guilty Pleasures
1. Nintendo DS
2. Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that I "ruin" at work so we have to eat them.
3. Venti Americano with Hazlenut syrup.
Three Decadent Indulgences
1. Chanel liquid eyeliner.
2. Tokidoki for LeSportsac bags.
3. Steak from Sweetwater
Three Things I Haterade
1. Britney Spears' big fat bald head.
2. Country music.
3. People that micromanage.
Three Things I Don't Understand
1. How some people who try out for American Idol think they can sing.
2. NASCAR enthusiasts.
3. Why girls wear capri sweatpants when it's -23 outside, but it's okay because they've got Uggs on.
Three Things on My Desk
1. Makeup bag
2. iPod
3. Scented lotion (japanese cherry blossom from bath & body works)
Three [Innocent] Crushes
1. My bakery manager.
2. The Asian dude that sits next to me in Math class.
3. Anderson Cooper
Three People I'd Be Semi-Powerless Against
1. Justin Timberlake
2. Any of The Misfits
3. One of the NotGuys that I have talked about before.
Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die
1. Get a book of my poetry published.
2. Open and run my own bakery.
3. Have 3-5 children that are as wonderful as I am.
Three Things I Can Do
1. Bake a cake in the shape of a dinosaur.
2. Plan kick-ass parties.
3. Make people laugh so hard they cry.
Three Things You Should Listen To
1. Sufjan Stevens' album "Come On Feel the Illinois"
2. My advice.
3. The sound of a cat purring. It's wonderful.
Three Things You Should Never Listen To
1. Radio static.
2. Nails on a chalkboard.
3. Fall Out Boy
Three Things I'd Like to Learn
1. American Sign Language
2. How to sing professionally.
3. How to develop my own film.
Three Jobs I'd Love to Try Out
1. Movie soundtrack producer.
2. Reality television show host. (like Amazing Race, not Paradise Hotel)
3. Freelance online shopper.
Three Favorite Foods
1. Cheese & onion enchiladas with red sauce
2. Sausage, mushroom, and pea farfalle
3. Hunan chicken.
Three Favorite Quotes (This is when my mind goes blank, by the way.)
1. "If it's one thing to have missed the constellations for the stars themselves, it's another, entirely, to have never looked up."-Carl Phillips
2. "I love the way music inside a car makes you feel invisible; if you play the stereo at maximum volume, it's almost like other people can't see into your vehicle. It tints your windows, somehow."-Chuck Klosterman
3. "Uh oh, does talking cupcakes with you equal text sex?" -NotMiranda
Three OnScreen Moments [That Always Make Me Feel Better]
1. In Return to Me when David Duchovny's character finds Minnie Driver in Italy and they kiss.
2. In High Fidelity when Rob jumps behind the fence into the mud in order to hide from Laura and when he gets into the car they have sex under that willow tree.
3. Ok this one's corny. In Uptown Girls when Ray dances on the stage and all of Molly's dad's guitars are up there with her.
Three Songs I'm Always in the Mood For
1. Sufjan Stevens - "Casimir Pulaski Day"
2. Justin Timberlake- "What Goes Around"
3. Anything by the Stone Temple Pilots
1. Clowns
2. Carrot Top
3. Fergie's face combined with those abs.
Three Inevitabilities That Terrify Me To My Core
1. Losing someone I'm close to.
2. Dying before I'm ready.
3. That I will one day have to pay for my childrens' college careers.
Three People Who Make Me Laugh
1. NotCarrie's sister
2. My bakery manager
3. My dad.
Three People Who Make Me Feel Like Everything Will Turn Out OK in the End
1. My mom
2. My dad
3. NotMiranda
Three Things I Love
1. Backrubs.
2. Late night phone calls.
3. Baking
Three Things I Heart
1. Making people happy.
2. Haribo gummi bears
3. Socially smoked cigarettes.
Three Guilty Pleasures
1. Nintendo DS
2. Freshly baked chocolate chip cookies that I "ruin" at work so we have to eat them.
3. Venti Americano with Hazlenut syrup.
Three Decadent Indulgences
1. Chanel liquid eyeliner.
2. Tokidoki for LeSportsac bags.
3. Steak from Sweetwater
Three Things I Haterade
1. Britney Spears' big fat bald head.
2. Country music.
3. People that micromanage.
Three Things I Don't Understand
1. How some people who try out for American Idol think they can sing.
2. NASCAR enthusiasts.
3. Why girls wear capri sweatpants when it's -23 outside, but it's okay because they've got Uggs on.
Three Things on My Desk
1. Makeup bag
2. iPod
3. Scented lotion (japanese cherry blossom from bath & body works)
Three [Innocent] Crushes
1. My bakery manager.
2. The Asian dude that sits next to me in Math class.
3. Anderson Cooper
Three People I'd Be Semi-Powerless Against
1. Justin Timberlake
2. Any of The Misfits
3. One of the NotGuys that I have talked about before.
Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die
1. Get a book of my poetry published.
2. Open and run my own bakery.
3. Have 3-5 children that are as wonderful as I am.
Three Things I Can Do
1. Bake a cake in the shape of a dinosaur.
2. Plan kick-ass parties.
3. Make people laugh so hard they cry.
Three Things You Should Listen To
1. Sufjan Stevens' album "Come On Feel the Illinois"
2. My advice.
3. The sound of a cat purring. It's wonderful.
Three Things You Should Never Listen To
1. Radio static.
2. Nails on a chalkboard.
3. Fall Out Boy
Three Things I'd Like to Learn
1. American Sign Language
2. How to sing professionally.
3. How to develop my own film.
Three Jobs I'd Love to Try Out
1. Movie soundtrack producer.
2. Reality television show host. (like Amazing Race, not Paradise Hotel)
3. Freelance online shopper.
Three Favorite Foods
1. Cheese & onion enchiladas with red sauce
2. Sausage, mushroom, and pea farfalle
3. Hunan chicken.
Three Favorite Quotes (This is when my mind goes blank, by the way.)
1. "If it's one thing to have missed the constellations for the stars themselves, it's another, entirely, to have never looked up."-Carl Phillips
2. "I love the way music inside a car makes you feel invisible; if you play the stereo at maximum volume, it's almost like other people can't see into your vehicle. It tints your windows, somehow."-Chuck Klosterman
3. "Uh oh, does talking cupcakes with you equal text sex?" -NotMiranda
Three OnScreen Moments [That Always Make Me Feel Better]
1. In Return to Me when David Duchovny's character finds Minnie Driver in Italy and they kiss.
2. In High Fidelity when Rob jumps behind the fence into the mud in order to hide from Laura and when he gets into the car they have sex under that willow tree.
3. Ok this one's corny. In Uptown Girls when Ray dances on the stage and all of Molly's dad's guitars are up there with her.
Three Songs I'm Always in the Mood For
1. Sufjan Stevens - "Casimir Pulaski Day"
2. Justin Timberlake- "What Goes Around"
3. Anything by the Stone Temple Pilots
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
Always Listen To Your Barmaid
Barmaid tagged the Nots for this one and I am never one to ignore a tag. Plus, I still can't stop thinking about hott guys with accents so it's probably best to do something else for awhile. Not that Lost is helping AT ALL. Jack is so hott. I would like to have fun with him*.
Three Things That Scare Me
1. When people throw cigarette butts out their car windows. I flinch every time.
2. Having sex that leaves me with something I do not want, be it an embryo or an std. (Note: This isn't something that has happened. It's just a fear.)
3. When new baristas make my coffee.
Three Inevitabilities That Terrify Me To My Core
1. Losing someone I'm close to.
2. Having my metabolism slooowwwww waayyyy ddooowwwnnnnnnn.
3. Having to choose between two things.
Three People Who Make Me Laugh
1. My sister. She knows just what to say to make me laugh uncontrollably...and usually when it's inappropriate, like during the Christmas Eve service or something.
2. Bob Saget
3. NotDarling. Especially now that he knows more of my laugh buttons, too.
Three People Who Make Me Feel Like Everything Will Turn Out OK in the End
1. My mom
2. My dad
3. Brad Pitt
Three Things I Love
1. Guys who know when to go for it...and do.
2. Wheat beer
3. When I'm holding hands with someone and they sorta tickle my palm.
Three Things I Heart
1. When magazines come in the mail.
2. New CDs.
3. That my sister loves to cook for others.
Three Guilty Pleasures
1. Expensive coffee drinks.
2. Things that are fried.
3. US Weekly and the fact that I actually buy it instead of just reading it at the bookstore.
Three Decadent Indulgences
1. Clothing that I don't wear enough to make worth its price.
2. Reality shows that I think would be better if I were on them. (The Hills, Amazing Race, ANTM, etc.)
3. Flirting with people I shouldn't flirt with.
Three Things I Haterade
1. Mary J. Blige
2. Saturated fat
3. Dial Up
Three Things I Don't Understand
1. How some people graduate from college. (I have specific people in mind.)
2. Why they don't all love me.
3. How to look cool, calm and collected when it's 100 degrees out.
Three Things on My Desk
1. magazines
2. gift bags
3. condoms (just kidding)
Three [Innocent] Crushes
1. One of my coworkers.
2. A friend I haven't seen in years.
3. Clive Owen
Three People I'd Be Semi-Powerless Against
1. Justin Timberlake
2. The Russian Maestro
3. Inspector Gadget
Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die
1. Live in Europe.
2. Have kids that kick ass in what they do.
3. Write a screenplay/symphony/novel.
Three Things I Can Do
1. Tie a cherry stem into a knot in my mouth. (Me, too, Barmaid! I can also unwrap a Starburst in my mouth.)
2. Ask for free beer in Polish.
3. Find the positive in anything. (Thank you, mom.)
Three Things You Should Listen To
1. Muse
2. Russian classical music
3. Your dentist about flossing.
Three Things You Should Never Listen To
1. Naysayers
2. Dave Matthews Band if you think they're the best thing out there.
3. Your college roommate having sex while you're in the room:(
Three Things I'd Like to Learn
1. How to cook fish.
2. Russian.
3. How to make money by being cool.
Three Jobs I'd Love to Try Out
1. Photographer
2. Actress
3. Music Reviewer
Three Favorite Foods
1. crab imperial
2. the pasta primavera I had in Puerto Rico
3. grilled cheese sandwiches with tomatoes
Three Favorite Quotes (This is when my mind goes blank, by the way.)
1. "I haven't been this happy in minutes."
2. ["You wanna have sex with him?"] "I just like how he's always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, either sex or a conversation. Ideally both." Again, Barmaid, I have to leave this one because I heart it.)
3. Anything Lorelai says.
Three OnScreen Moments [That Always Make Me Feel Better]
1. When Jordan Catalano reaches for Angela's hand in the hallway.
2. When Ross and Rachel kiss.
3. When Brad Pitt takes his shirt off.
Three Songs I'm Always in the Mood For
1. Everlong- Foo Fighters
2. Today- Smashing Pumpkins
3. Foolish Games- Jewel
*This should remind you of a moment in the show, ok?
Three Things That Scare Me
1. When people throw cigarette butts out their car windows. I flinch every time.
2. Having sex that leaves me with something I do not want, be it an embryo or an std. (Note: This isn't something that has happened. It's just a fear.)
3. When new baristas make my coffee.
Three Inevitabilities That Terrify Me To My Core
1. Losing someone I'm close to.
2. Having my metabolism slooowwwww waayyyy ddooowwwnnnnnnn.
3. Having to choose between two things.
Three People Who Make Me Laugh
1. My sister. She knows just what to say to make me laugh uncontrollably...and usually when it's inappropriate, like during the Christmas Eve service or something.
2. Bob Saget
3. NotDarling. Especially now that he knows more of my laugh buttons, too.
Three People Who Make Me Feel Like Everything Will Turn Out OK in the End
1. My mom
2. My dad
3. Brad Pitt
Three Things I Love
1. Guys who know when to go for it...and do.
2. Wheat beer
3. When I'm holding hands with someone and they sorta tickle my palm.
Three Things I Heart
1. When magazines come in the mail.
2. New CDs.
3. That my sister loves to cook for others.
Three Guilty Pleasures
1. Expensive coffee drinks.
2. Things that are fried.
3. US Weekly and the fact that I actually buy it instead of just reading it at the bookstore.
Three Decadent Indulgences
1. Clothing that I don't wear enough to make worth its price.
2. Reality shows that I think would be better if I were on them. (The Hills, Amazing Race, ANTM, etc.)
3. Flirting with people I shouldn't flirt with.
Three Things I Haterade
1. Mary J. Blige
2. Saturated fat
3. Dial Up
Three Things I Don't Understand
1. How some people graduate from college. (I have specific people in mind.)
2. Why they don't all love me.
3. How to look cool, calm and collected when it's 100 degrees out.
Three Things on My Desk
1. magazines
2. gift bags
3. condoms (just kidding)
Three [Innocent] Crushes
1. One of my coworkers.
2. A friend I haven't seen in years.
3. Clive Owen
Three People I'd Be Semi-Powerless Against
1. Justin Timberlake
2. The Russian Maestro
3. Inspector Gadget
Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die
1. Live in Europe.
2. Have kids that kick ass in what they do.
3. Write a screenplay/symphony/novel.
Three Things I Can Do
1. Tie a cherry stem into a knot in my mouth. (Me, too, Barmaid! I can also unwrap a Starburst in my mouth.)
2. Ask for free beer in Polish.
3. Find the positive in anything. (Thank you, mom.)
Three Things You Should Listen To
1. Muse
2. Russian classical music
3. Your dentist about flossing.
Three Things You Should Never Listen To
1. Naysayers
2. Dave Matthews Band if you think they're the best thing out there.
3. Your college roommate having sex while you're in the room:(
Three Things I'd Like to Learn
1. How to cook fish.
2. Russian.
3. How to make money by being cool.
Three Jobs I'd Love to Try Out
1. Photographer
2. Actress
3. Music Reviewer
Three Favorite Foods
1. crab imperial
2. the pasta primavera I had in Puerto Rico
3. grilled cheese sandwiches with tomatoes
Three Favorite Quotes (This is when my mind goes blank, by the way.)
1. "I haven't been this happy in minutes."
2. ["You wanna have sex with him?"] "I just like how he's always leaning. Against stuff. He leans great. Well, either sex or a conversation. Ideally both." Again, Barmaid, I have to leave this one because I heart it.)
3. Anything Lorelai says.
Three OnScreen Moments [That Always Make Me Feel Better]
1. When Jordan Catalano reaches for Angela's hand in the hallway.
2. When Ross and Rachel kiss.
3. When Brad Pitt takes his shirt off.
Three Songs I'm Always in the Mood For
1. Everlong- Foo Fighters
2. Today- Smashing Pumpkins
3. Foolish Games- Jewel
*This should remind you of a moment in the show, ok?
You bring the couch...I'll bring the movies
Today I realized just how many movies are out there that I want to see. It feels like I haven't been to a show in forever, and I had to cancel my Netflix because I was that girl who would keep the same movie for 3 months because she could never find the time to watch it. I want a day on a couch with a boy and stack of movies.
Anyone want to play catch-up with me?
Anyone want to play catch-up with me?
Monday, February 19, 2007
49%
The short story would be: I had a realllllly good birthday.
The longer, but not so long you get bored, story goes something like this:
We shopped. We ate. We walked. We drank. And then it was time to go out for my birthday, and that is when the fun started. With just a vague plan for the evening, we set out looking our hottest back to where we had seen a bunch of bars and pubs earlier in the day. Our original plan had been to do a pub crawl of sorts up the street, drinking and flirting as we went along-our own little path of destruction in honor of my birthday. The plan changed, though, when we ordered our first drinks at the Peculiar Pub and met NotRugby* and NotButtonDown, two gents from the motherland (England.)
Ummmm, I'm a sucker for an accent, as are many other women, and that, mixed with some charm went a looooong way last night. And it's interesting because we started off the evening just talking and being funny with the occasional flirting or eye-batting going on. A few beers and rum and cokes later was a different story. I guess as the birthday girl it was understood I got one of them...at least, that's how I saw it in my head:) NotCharlotte stepped up like a champ and worked it and reversed it with the other. Although by then everything was muddled and it was a blur of flirting, ass-grabbing, and propositions.
Ahhh yes, the propositions! "Sex or nothing" I was told. NotButtonDown was very into the idea of getting me and NotCharlotte back to their hotel room and well, about 49% of me was into the idea, too. Just enough of me was sensible enough to not go to a random hotel room where it was very obvious what was expected. I really wanted to kiss him (at least), though, but I guess it was his m.o. to make me wait for everything. Well, not everything, I guess. He also had another interesting tactic for getting me to go back with him and holy hell it probably increased my wanting to go to 49.999999999999999%.
But I have good friends who don't let their other good, drunk friends go off with random men-no matter how cute they are and how hott their accents are. *sigh* So, while part of me still wishes I was blogging about the hott night spent with NotButtonDown at his hotel room, the majority of me knows I made the correct decision.
(Do guys really get blue balls?? If so...sorry, NotButtonDown. I did offer to take you to the back, so really, it was your loss. Thanks for an awesome birthday and if the card with our url that I so kindly and 'gently' placed into your pants pocket actually made it back with you**, then please let us know. )
Happy Birthday to me!
*Although the jury is still out as to whether he would be NotRugby or Notnotrugby-get it?
**HAHAHA, Although I just realized that if he looked at the card later in the night he would have read, "No Sex & The City," which just seems like cruel and unusual punishment at that point. And after all of that beer, he probably couldn't even focus on the url. Hilarious. I just hope he forgets about it until he gets home and does laundry..."What is this?"...
The longer, but not so long you get bored, story goes something like this:
We shopped. We ate. We walked. We drank. And then it was time to go out for my birthday, and that is when the fun started. With just a vague plan for the evening, we set out looking our hottest back to where we had seen a bunch of bars and pubs earlier in the day. Our original plan had been to do a pub crawl of sorts up the street, drinking and flirting as we went along-our own little path of destruction in honor of my birthday. The plan changed, though, when we ordered our first drinks at the Peculiar Pub and met NotRugby* and NotButtonDown, two gents from the motherland (England.)
Ummmm, I'm a sucker for an accent, as are many other women, and that, mixed with some charm went a looooong way last night. And it's interesting because we started off the evening just talking and being funny with the occasional flirting or eye-batting going on. A few beers and rum and cokes later was a different story. I guess as the birthday girl it was understood I got one of them...at least, that's how I saw it in my head:) NotCharlotte stepped up like a champ and worked it and reversed it with the other. Although by then everything was muddled and it was a blur of flirting, ass-grabbing, and propositions.
Ahhh yes, the propositions! "Sex or nothing" I was told. NotButtonDown was very into the idea of getting me and NotCharlotte back to their hotel room and well, about 49% of me was into the idea, too. Just enough of me was sensible enough to not go to a random hotel room where it was very obvious what was expected. I really wanted to kiss him (at least), though, but I guess it was his m.o. to make me wait for everything. Well, not everything, I guess. He also had another interesting tactic for getting me to go back with him and holy hell it probably increased my wanting to go to 49.999999999999999%.
But I have good friends who don't let their other good, drunk friends go off with random men-no matter how cute they are and how hott their accents are. *sigh* So, while part of me still wishes I was blogging about the hott night spent with NotButtonDown at his hotel room, the majority of me knows I made the correct decision.
(Do guys really get blue balls?? If so...sorry, NotButtonDown. I did offer to take you to the back, so really, it was your loss. Thanks for an awesome birthday and if the card with our url that I so kindly and 'gently' placed into your pants pocket actually made it back with you**, then please let us know. )
Happy Birthday to me!
*Although the jury is still out as to whether he would be NotRugby or Notnotrugby-get it?
**HAHAHA, Although I just realized that if he looked at the card later in the night he would have read, "No Sex & The City," which just seems like cruel and unusual punishment at that point. And after all of that beer, he probably couldn't even focus on the url. Hilarious. I just hope he forgets about it until he gets home and does laundry..."What is this?"...
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Snow Blows
This morning was spent catching up on homework that I had been pushing back for weeks. Two o'clock rolled around and much to my surprise, I was almost done with my 5 page paper on Tennyson's "The Lady of Shalott" and figured I would have enough time to spruce up before heading out to my poetry group meeting and a nice Valentine's day dinner/shopping episode with NotMiranda.
I put on my warmest sweater, cutest shoes, and brightest scarf and I was heading out the door a good hour early so I would have time to sweep the glorious snow off my Toyota and head out for some coffee before creating some beautiful rhythms of the poem kind.
It only took me fifteen minutes to sweep off my car, so I was in good spirits. I loved the way the snow crunched under my feet as I happily moved from one side of the car to the other and gleefully I splayed icy snow everywhere.
I got in my car, all warmed up already, and was listening to my wonderful XM radio as I put my car into reverse and started, with just a slow push of my accelerater, down my driveway....
into the depths of an icy Hell. I get to the bottom of my not-to-steep driveway and that's about it. Lola's wheel's would not go any further. I tried going forwards. I tried going backwards. I tried moving my body back and forth, in hopes that it would give my car the extra oomph it needed to safely get me to the open road.
No such luck. I bang my head against my steering wheel, feeling like an escaped convict that's just been tricked. I slowly pull myself out of the car to see that I had simply forgotten the 1 foot snowbank that surrounded my block like a castle moat. I stood there, shocked at my own ignorance and quickly moved to the sidewalk after seeing several trucks with shovels attached to them swerve out of the way of my car. Sharks!
I trudge back to my house, this time a bit more perturbed and suddenly notice the snow caving into my shoes. I kick them off in a fit of rage and go inside to call the only man i know-- my father. He tells me what to do and I don't like the sound of it. Me, with a shovel? and KITTY LITTER? Heaven forbid! I go upstairs to complain via im to NotMiranda, who immediately calls a cab to come save me. I shove my feet into the only boots I can find- big black honkers with no toe-wiggle room or hott factor-- and trudge back outside with my handy dandy beige shovel and big blue bag of Fresh Step.
I shovelled like a champ, getting what I thought was every bit of icy snow that blocked my poor Lola's wheels from the dark pavement. I sprayed kitty litter everywhere and felt like my cat, almost had sympathy for her getting that shit everywhere when she was marking her territory.
I get back into my car with renewed courage. I start the ignition, put the car into reverse...
And smell nothing but burning rubber. Dejected, I start making phone calls. My knights in shining armor turn into ladies with indie craft spirit and when they arrive, we will burn the snow away with our sharp wit and photographic lenses.
Ah, screw it.
Where the fuck is my knight in shining armor?
I put on my warmest sweater, cutest shoes, and brightest scarf and I was heading out the door a good hour early so I would have time to sweep the glorious snow off my Toyota and head out for some coffee before creating some beautiful rhythms of the poem kind.
It only took me fifteen minutes to sweep off my car, so I was in good spirits. I loved the way the snow crunched under my feet as I happily moved from one side of the car to the other and gleefully I splayed icy snow everywhere.
I got in my car, all warmed up already, and was listening to my wonderful XM radio as I put my car into reverse and started, with just a slow push of my accelerater, down my driveway....
into the depths of an icy Hell. I get to the bottom of my not-to-steep driveway and that's about it. Lola's wheel's would not go any further. I tried going forwards. I tried going backwards. I tried moving my body back and forth, in hopes that it would give my car the extra oomph it needed to safely get me to the open road.
No such luck. I bang my head against my steering wheel, feeling like an escaped convict that's just been tricked. I slowly pull myself out of the car to see that I had simply forgotten the 1 foot snowbank that surrounded my block like a castle moat. I stood there, shocked at my own ignorance and quickly moved to the sidewalk after seeing several trucks with shovels attached to them swerve out of the way of my car. Sharks!
I trudge back to my house, this time a bit more perturbed and suddenly notice the snow caving into my shoes. I kick them off in a fit of rage and go inside to call the only man i know-- my father. He tells me what to do and I don't like the sound of it. Me, with a shovel? and KITTY LITTER? Heaven forbid! I go upstairs to complain via im to NotMiranda, who immediately calls a cab to come save me. I shove my feet into the only boots I can find- big black honkers with no toe-wiggle room or hott factor-- and trudge back outside with my handy dandy beige shovel and big blue bag of Fresh Step.
I shovelled like a champ, getting what I thought was every bit of icy snow that blocked my poor Lola's wheels from the dark pavement. I sprayed kitty litter everywhere and felt like my cat, almost had sympathy for her getting that shit everywhere when she was marking her territory.
I get back into my car with renewed courage. I start the ignition, put the car into reverse...
And smell nothing but burning rubber. Dejected, I start making phone calls. My knights in shining armor turn into ladies with indie craft spirit and when they arrive, we will burn the snow away with our sharp wit and photographic lenses.
Ah, screw it.
Where the fuck is my knight in shining armor?
A dating update from the trenches...
The post below comes to us from one of the many girls who won a date with our eligible bachelors. We'll call her NotParis, since she came to my birthday party as Paris Hilton : )
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Warning: this is a very girly telling of my auction date, i.e. very detailed and emotional in its rendering. Some events may be distorted due to the estrogen that runs through my body, therefore making events more dramatic then they may have been.
So, the day before the date I got really nervous about meeting this guy, although I talked to him over the phone and exchanged a few emails. My friends also teased me unmercifully about this date. They would ask me questions and then laugh in a way that made me feel self conscious. So Saturday I wake up about 4am and can't go back to sleep. So I decide to clean my apartment and do laundry. So I go wash some clothes and the washer and the dryer don't work, although it took my money and I don't realize they don't work until I finished running a dryer cycle. So I feel this does not bode well for my day. He calls me while I am in the laundry room and I think the message is going to say that he has to cancel our outing, but no he just wants to move it to an earlier time. He finally manage to speak to each other and decide to meet at the dance studio, rather than the coffee shop before the class. I hurry to finish getting ready and out of the house. I had tried to time my route so I would get there on time, but alas metro doesn't keep to the schedule and I end up being late. We had planned on taking an African-Caribbean beginners dance class. So when I finally show up, I look at the class and every one dressed in sweats and leotards, and the both of us are a little over dressed for the class. I think the class was more intense than we had initially thought and the idea of wearing sweaty close for the rest of the date was not appealing. So we decide to change gears and find alternate plans, and that is when the craziness ensues. We decide to head over to a museum and begin trying to find the best metro route to get from 15th Street, NE to the Mall area in NW. So as we begin to walk a random stranger decides to give me advice on the men I date. He screams at me down the street about why am I with the guy I am with. I try to laugh it off and hope that Chuckles is not embarrassed. So we finally find a bus stop and just talk. So we talk and talk and talk until the bus comes. We get on the bus and continue our conversation. I am not really sure what we talked about, I know it was mix of philosophy, DC politics, life and corny jokes. I have to admit that I thought the corny jokes were funny (sometimes) and they made him seem likable. At some point I tell him how my hands were cold and I had forgotten my gloves and he offers up a pair of his own, which was sweet. So while we are waiting for another bus, we begin to talk about the philosophy of Heidegger and the inauthentic life. I don't know if we were talking too loud or someone was just ear hustling, but a random woman asks us if a person should be held responsible for things that they do not know. I look up and tell her "no", in hopes that this will pacify her. It doesn't. I look up and see the bus coming, but she is talking to Chuckles and I think she is trying to get him to admit to something, I am not sure what exactly. He being polite and trying to tell her that we were just talking about a particular philosopher's belief and that he did not feel like he could talk about her point unless he explained Heidegger and he did not have time for that right now. Myself just got on the bus and went to go find a place to sit and leave him to handle the woman who wanted to argue. We finally make it to the Mall and decide to go the Natural History museum. While in the museum, he keeps asking if I was hungry or wanted a snack. It took me minute to realize that he was hungry and was trying to lead me in the direction of food. He suggests the museum food, which I am totally against and am glad to see a long line in the food court. So we leave the museum to find a place to eat. We walk around downtown with no luck, every restaurant we come across is closed or not what we are looking for. I begin to feel bad because I know he is hungry and I am shooting down places for various reasons. We find ourselves in Chinatown and go to a Mexican restaurant. The wait is not bad and we get our table. Once again a random stranger feels it is okay to start talking to me and flirt with me. So this guy at another table asks for some of my food and keeps making comments towards me. I am trying my best to ignore this guy. I feel like if I was alone or with my girls, then he would not have a word to say to me. But as soon as I am out with a guy, he now feels it is okay. Chuckles on the other hand is giving me compliments and making me laugh, that last part might have been also influenced by the pitcher of sangria I had to myself. There is one compliment that he gave me that really went to my head and made me fell all flustered. When he goes to give me the compliment he tries to at the same time be smooth about it and it goes awry. When that happens, I think that made him seem so adorable to me. I have been out with guys who are the epitome of smooth and I have a horrible time because it becomes too ridiculous for me. But Chuckles made me feel comfortable and relaxed, along with the sangria. So we finished up lunch and headed for the metro. He goes to wait with me for my train and we talk about meeting up again in the future. I agree and get on the train. Then I go home and fall asleep. Overall, I think this was one of the best dates I have been on in while and I really enjoyed myself and Chuckles' company. Thanks the not girls for putting together this auction.
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Warning: this is a very girly telling of my auction date, i.e. very detailed and emotional in its rendering. Some events may be distorted due to the estrogen that runs through my body, therefore making events more dramatic then they may have been.
So, the day before the date I got really nervous about meeting this guy, although I talked to him over the phone and exchanged a few emails. My friends also teased me unmercifully about this date. They would ask me questions and then laugh in a way that made me feel self conscious. So Saturday I wake up about 4am and can't go back to sleep. So I decide to clean my apartment and do laundry. So I go wash some clothes and the washer and the dryer don't work, although it took my money and I don't realize they don't work until I finished running a dryer cycle. So I feel this does not bode well for my day. He calls me while I am in the laundry room and I think the message is going to say that he has to cancel our outing, but no he just wants to move it to an earlier time. He finally manage to speak to each other and decide to meet at the dance studio, rather than the coffee shop before the class. I hurry to finish getting ready and out of the house. I had tried to time my route so I would get there on time, but alas metro doesn't keep to the schedule and I end up being late. We had planned on taking an African-Caribbean beginners dance class. So when I finally show up, I look at the class and every one dressed in sweats and leotards, and the both of us are a little over dressed for the class. I think the class was more intense than we had initially thought and the idea of wearing sweaty close for the rest of the date was not appealing. So we decide to change gears and find alternate plans, and that is when the craziness ensues. We decide to head over to a museum and begin trying to find the best metro route to get from 15th Street, NE to the Mall area in NW. So as we begin to walk a random stranger decides to give me advice on the men I date. He screams at me down the street about why am I with the guy I am with. I try to laugh it off and hope that Chuckles is not embarrassed. So we finally find a bus stop and just talk. So we talk and talk and talk until the bus comes. We get on the bus and continue our conversation. I am not really sure what we talked about, I know it was mix of philosophy, DC politics, life and corny jokes. I have to admit that I thought the corny jokes were funny (sometimes) and they made him seem likable. At some point I tell him how my hands were cold and I had forgotten my gloves and he offers up a pair of his own, which was sweet. So while we are waiting for another bus, we begin to talk about the philosophy of Heidegger and the inauthentic life. I don't know if we were talking too loud or someone was just ear hustling, but a random woman asks us if a person should be held responsible for things that they do not know. I look up and tell her "no", in hopes that this will pacify her. It doesn't. I look up and see the bus coming, but she is talking to Chuckles and I think she is trying to get him to admit to something, I am not sure what exactly. He being polite and trying to tell her that we were just talking about a particular philosopher's belief and that he did not feel like he could talk about her point unless he explained Heidegger and he did not have time for that right now. Myself just got on the bus and went to go find a place to sit and leave him to handle the woman who wanted to argue. We finally make it to the Mall and decide to go the Natural History museum. While in the museum, he keeps asking if I was hungry or wanted a snack. It took me minute to realize that he was hungry and was trying to lead me in the direction of food. He suggests the museum food, which I am totally against and am glad to see a long line in the food court. So we leave the museum to find a place to eat. We walk around downtown with no luck, every restaurant we come across is closed or not what we are looking for. I begin to feel bad because I know he is hungry and I am shooting down places for various reasons. We find ourselves in Chinatown and go to a Mexican restaurant. The wait is not bad and we get our table. Once again a random stranger feels it is okay to start talking to me and flirt with me. So this guy at another table asks for some of my food and keeps making comments towards me. I am trying my best to ignore this guy. I feel like if I was alone or with my girls, then he would not have a word to say to me. But as soon as I am out with a guy, he now feels it is okay. Chuckles on the other hand is giving me compliments and making me laugh, that last part might have been also influenced by the pitcher of sangria I had to myself. There is one compliment that he gave me that really went to my head and made me fell all flustered. When he goes to give me the compliment he tries to at the same time be smooth about it and it goes awry. When that happens, I think that made him seem so adorable to me. I have been out with guys who are the epitome of smooth and I have a horrible time because it becomes too ridiculous for me. But Chuckles made me feel comfortable and relaxed, along with the sangria. So we finished up lunch and headed for the metro. He goes to wait with me for my train and we talk about meeting up again in the future. I agree and get on the train. Then I go home and fall asleep. Overall, I think this was one of the best dates I have been on in while and I really enjoyed myself and Chuckles' company. Thanks the not girls for putting together this auction.
Monday, February 12, 2007
A gentleman's game
Friday night was indeed date night seeing as I went on the date I won in the charity auction. Mine was kind of like cheating since it was with NotBeast, and it's not like we don't hang out or have a history already established. I didn't have to worry about butterflies or what he'd think of me when he finally saw me. Even deciding what to wear wasn't stressful, since he has probably seen me at my worst at some point. The only thing that had me a little worried was the fact that we can both be on the quiet side, and I would have really felt bad staring at him all through dinner. Our date, which consisted of Vietnamese food and Pan's Labyrinth, can be summed up by saying that he's a really sweet, thoughtful date. When I had to excuse myself during the movie, he made sure to ask if I was ok when I returned and then quickly caught me up on what I had missed. On dropping me off, he made sure to get out of the car and send me away with an amazing hug*.
Throughout the evening I was overcome with guilt because my mind kept wandering to my plans for Saturday night and the new person I was to be meeting. Whereas getting ready to go out with NotBeast was a nonissue in regard to nerves, preparing myself mentally to meet this new guy was the complete opposite. We had been engaging in this intense flirtation for the past several days and were finally going to meet. I started to get really nervous pretty early on Saturday, so I decided I needed a drink before heading out to calm my nerves. The upshot is that I had enough to drink that I'm not sure I could easily pick him out of a lineup if I saw him again. I'm probably being a bit overly dramatic. I'm sure I could spot him in a crowded room, but I was pretty drunk and don't recall the finer details of some of our conversation that night. He, too, turned out to be a true gentleman because when I pretty much offered myself up for the sacrificing, he refused and told me I was way too drunk. Lest I not take every opportunity to make an ass of myself, I made sure to send a snarky message on my way home. Really, people, keep me away from the alcohol when I'm nervous. I think just sucking it up and being nervous would be preferable.
Hopefully I get a second chance to make a better impression.
*I tried to get you ladies to bid on those arms!
Throughout the evening I was overcome with guilt because my mind kept wandering to my plans for Saturday night and the new person I was to be meeting. Whereas getting ready to go out with NotBeast was a nonissue in regard to nerves, preparing myself mentally to meet this new guy was the complete opposite. We had been engaging in this intense flirtation for the past several days and were finally going to meet. I started to get really nervous pretty early on Saturday, so I decided I needed a drink before heading out to calm my nerves. The upshot is that I had enough to drink that I'm not sure I could easily pick him out of a lineup if I saw him again. I'm probably being a bit overly dramatic. I'm sure I could spot him in a crowded room, but I was pretty drunk and don't recall the finer details of some of our conversation that night. He, too, turned out to be a true gentleman because when I pretty much offered myself up for the sacrificing, he refused and told me I was way too drunk. Lest I not take every opportunity to make an ass of myself, I made sure to send a snarky message on my way home. Really, people, keep me away from the alcohol when I'm nervous. I think just sucking it up and being nervous would be preferable.
Hopefully I get a second chance to make a better impression.
*I tried to get you ladies to bid on those arms!
Sunday, February 11, 2007
Wine Not Whine (Date Recap)
Where are your auction date recaps, my friends? I have unofficially heard about two of them and have officially been on one myself. So while I can't repeat what I have been told in private conversation, I guess I will have to tell you about my own. Well, mine and NotCharlotte's since it occurred at the same time.
We, along with NotAGentleman met up the other night for what had been named the Date Extravaganza. While I was a little worried I would end up feeling like a chaperone (I'm four years older than the two of them), I was also excited for a night on the town with someone who admittedly likes the Gilmore Girls and has a hott picture next to a motorcycle somewhere out there. (Yes, two of the reasons I wanted to bid.)
For anyone looking for ideas of what to do on your own dates, I highly suggest modeling your evening after ours. We had everything from good food and wine to 80s dancing and liquor. I even enjoyed our times when we decided to walk from place to place. I love the cold weather and it gives more opportunities for talking as it can be a little more difficult when inside noisy restaurants and bars.
We even avoided doing too much of the dreaded small talk. It's nice when you can move right on into favorite childhood memories and favorites foods instead of politely asking of each other what is done each day between 9 and 5. *snore* It's not that I don't care (because I do, I like to hear about people's passions), but there is so much more than, "What do you do?" Maybe it was the booze, but I don't think anyone was very guarded on the date. It was like we let it all out, including making jokes about stds and singing while walking down the street.
So...a good date. NOW, WHAT ABOUT YOURS?!
We, along with NotAGentleman met up the other night for what had been named the Date Extravaganza. While I was a little worried I would end up feeling like a chaperone (I'm four years older than the two of them), I was also excited for a night on the town with someone who admittedly likes the Gilmore Girls and has a hott picture next to a motorcycle somewhere out there. (Yes, two of the reasons I wanted to bid.)
For anyone looking for ideas of what to do on your own dates, I highly suggest modeling your evening after ours. We had everything from good food and wine to 80s dancing and liquor. I even enjoyed our times when we decided to walk from place to place. I love the cold weather and it gives more opportunities for talking as it can be a little more difficult when inside noisy restaurants and bars.
We even avoided doing too much of the dreaded small talk. It's nice when you can move right on into favorite childhood memories and favorites foods instead of politely asking of each other what is done each day between 9 and 5. *snore* It's not that I don't care (because I do, I like to hear about people's passions), but there is so much more than, "What do you do?" Maybe it was the booze, but I don't think anyone was very guarded on the date. It was like we let it all out, including making jokes about stds and singing while walking down the street.
So...a good date. NOW, WHAT ABOUT YOURS?!
Thursday, February 08, 2007
Be Mine?
I have never been one to get all up in arms about Valentine's Day and worry about having a date for it or whether or not I will receive chocolates and flowers from my significant other. I have been blessed with a birthday just a few days after 14 February and who cares about the day of lovey-doveyness when The Day Of Me is soon after?! Vday is the perfect day to plan birthday extravaganza outfits and to try to find out birthday secrets from friends. And as long as I get a card from my mom, I'll be happy;)
That said, does anyone want to be my Valentine? There isn't much to the job, it's more about the title really. Things you will not be expected to do: write poetry about how hott I am, make a mix CD full of "our songs," deliver Godiva chocolates to my front door (after replacing all of the disgusting ones with my favorites like coconut and dark chocolate), or send me long-stem red roses-one for every day you have known and loved me. The requirements are fairly easy: basically I just say you're my Valentine and maybe if we encounter each other we makeout, but I leave that up to you-no pressure, expectations, or requirements.
So, what do you think? Be mine?
***Update*** To be my Valentine you have to be charming, hott, and sexy, but really, I assume all of our male readers are so I don't see a problem with these requirements. Oh....you do have to be male. That is a firm requirement.
***Update #2*** Please take a number and I will be with you as soon as possible;)
***Update #3*** Due to making out logistics, all participants in the DC metro area will be given preference.
That said, does anyone want to be my Valentine? There isn't much to the job, it's more about the title really. Things you will not be expected to do: write poetry about how hott I am, make a mix CD full of "our songs," deliver Godiva chocolates to my front door (after replacing all of the disgusting ones with my favorites like coconut and dark chocolate), or send me long-stem red roses-one for every day you have known and loved me. The requirements are fairly easy: basically I just say you're my Valentine and maybe if we encounter each other we makeout, but I leave that up to you-no pressure, expectations, or requirements.
So, what do you think? Be mine?
***Update*** To be my Valentine you have to be charming, hott, and sexy, but really, I assume all of our male readers are so I don't see a problem with these requirements. Oh....you do have to be male. That is a firm requirement.
***Update #2*** Please take a number and I will be with you as soon as possible;)
***Update #3*** Due to making out logistics, all participants in the DC metro area will be given preference.
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Because I can
If posts were to come with ratings, I’d have to say I’m aiming for a PG-13/R rating on today’s post. I have a confession, so let’s see if I can manage. I had text sex on Sunday night. Really hott text sex actually, while at work and unable to consummate my online tryst. Where NotGeorge was nothing but a tease, NotAvailable took it all the way. Again…and again. My rosy cheeks flushed an even deeper shade of scarlett, and I couldn’t help but bite my lip. What he did with words I imagine most men can’t do with their hands.
Ok…stopping. Must maintain PG-13 rating. Now look who’s the tease.
Ok…stopping. Must maintain PG-13 rating. Now look who’s the tease.
Monday, February 05, 2007
No, I don't want electrolysis for Valentine's Day
I'm ambivalent this year about Valentine's Day. Or I will be until the day arrives and then I flip out because once again I don't have a Valentine of my very own, but that's another post for another time.
This evening on my drive home I was listening to the radio and one of the commercials had two women talking about the latest in electrolysis and fat removal. And while I tend to tune this out, I was surprised by the next words that came from the voice over.
"Give this as a gift this Valentine's Day." (I'm paraphrasing, but you get it, right?).
It was enough to make me almost slam on the breaks. Give the gift of a hairless crotch, back, underarm or the gift of a cellulite free butt or thighs. I know that we're a bit superficial, but this was almost too much for me to take. What happened to the flowers and jewelry? Three day weekends, promise rings and engagements...? Is this what Valentine's Day has finally evolved into? Give the gift of beauty, because you're not impressed with the person you're attached to as is?
I'm only 27 soon to be 28 and I feel really old because I expect the romance of Valentine's Day on Valentine's Day, not the superficial claptrap that we can get every other day of the year. If there are any guys who read this blog, do the women in your lives a favor...give them romance on V-Day. Long slow kisses to wake them, bunches of their favorite flowers at their desk at work, surprise dinners at their favorite restaurants, etc. And ladies you too. Give him, the shower girl special in the morning, silk boxers to cradle his bits all day, flashes of thigh (or his favorite body part) while at dinner. Quite honestly, I would like to do and have these things done for me on the daily basis if I were in a relationship, but I'm not so I have to settle for telling others what to do.
This evening on my drive home I was listening to the radio and one of the commercials had two women talking about the latest in electrolysis and fat removal. And while I tend to tune this out, I was surprised by the next words that came from the voice over.
"Give this as a gift this Valentine's Day." (I'm paraphrasing, but you get it, right?).
It was enough to make me almost slam on the breaks. Give the gift of a hairless crotch, back, underarm or the gift of a cellulite free butt or thighs. I know that we're a bit superficial, but this was almost too much for me to take. What happened to the flowers and jewelry? Three day weekends, promise rings and engagements...? Is this what Valentine's Day has finally evolved into? Give the gift of beauty, because you're not impressed with the person you're attached to as is?
I'm only 27 soon to be 28 and I feel really old because I expect the romance of Valentine's Day on Valentine's Day, not the superficial claptrap that we can get every other day of the year. If there are any guys who read this blog, do the women in your lives a favor...give them romance on V-Day. Long slow kisses to wake them, bunches of their favorite flowers at their desk at work, surprise dinners at their favorite restaurants, etc. And ladies you too. Give him, the shower girl special in the morning, silk boxers to cradle his bits all day, flashes of thigh (or his favorite body part) while at dinner. Quite honestly, I would like to do and have these things done for me on the daily basis if I were in a relationship, but I'm not so I have to settle for telling others what to do.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Five is Alive!
Alright, as per our tag, here are 5 interesting/weird/random facts about me:
1. I have a chicken pox scar on my chin. When I was younger, I used to tell people that it was from having a badly done lip piercing because I thought it made me more "hard core."
2. I like video games. I recently acquired a Nintendo DS and it's pretty much all I play when I have any freetime.
3. I have a constant urge to go to culinary school for a degree in pastry arts, but I won't for fear of failure.
4. When I was 4, I ran into a door jamb and knocked my two front teeth out. They didn't grow back until I was in 2nd or 3rd grade. It was horrible.
5. I absolutely love taking pictures of random things.
1. I have a chicken pox scar on my chin. When I was younger, I used to tell people that it was from having a badly done lip piercing because I thought it made me more "hard core."
2. I like video games. I recently acquired a Nintendo DS and it's pretty much all I play when I have any freetime.
3. I have a constant urge to go to culinary school for a degree in pastry arts, but I won't for fear of failure.
4. When I was 4, I ran into a door jamb and knocked my two front teeth out. They didn't grow back until I was in 2nd or 3rd grade. It was horrible.
5. I absolutely love taking pictures of random things.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Is She Weird?
Well, we were all tagged and I never ignore a tag! So, weird/interesting/random things about me? Ummmmm:
1. I love Pantera. (That's not weird. It's supposed to be random, ok?)
2. I was PreMed my first couple of years of college until I realized that 1) Organic Chem is the Anti-Christ and 2) I didn't want to have to be in school for so long and end up a lame-ass who wears mom pants because instead of having a fun life, I was inside studying. (Not that all doctors are lame-asses, I'm really drawing from personal experiences here. No, *I* never wore mom pants, but I know someone who is my age, a doctor, and wears the dreaded 9-inch zipper.)
3. I was runner-up in my county's tennis tournament when I was 16. I was runner-up because on the day of the final I lost all ability to hit a backhand.
4. I had a larger-than-life crush on the bass player of a band where I used to live. The crush completely dissipated once I heard him talk;)
5. I have never seen Star Wars, Lord Of The Rings, or Spaceballs.
Anything weird or random that's directly related to this blog is probably something I have already told you. Plus, you don't only want to hear about (lack of) dating, right?
1. I love Pantera. (That's not weird. It's supposed to be random, ok?)
2. I was PreMed my first couple of years of college until I realized that 1) Organic Chem is the Anti-Christ and 2) I didn't want to have to be in school for so long and end up a lame-ass who wears mom pants because instead of having a fun life, I was inside studying. (Not that all doctors are lame-asses, I'm really drawing from personal experiences here. No, *I* never wore mom pants, but I know someone who is my age, a doctor, and wears the dreaded 9-inch zipper.)
3. I was runner-up in my county's tennis tournament when I was 16. I was runner-up because on the day of the final I lost all ability to hit a backhand.
4. I had a larger-than-life crush on the bass player of a band where I used to live. The crush completely dissipated once I heard him talk;)
5. I have never seen Star Wars, Lord Of The Rings, or Spaceballs.
Anything weird or random that's directly related to this blog is probably something I have already told you. Plus, you don't only want to hear about (lack of) dating, right?
Like Graffiti...I've been tagged...
I was tagged by What's Haute who wants to know weird/interesting/odd/random facts about me so here goes!
1) I can find a bargain anywhere. And I do mean anywhere. My best finds to date have been a red pea coat ($6), an awesome pair of Chinese Laundry sandals (40% off + and additional 20% because of a slighty torn, but repairable strap), and a cream pair of silk lined pants for under $20.
2) I've considered getting some genitalia pierced.
3) I love the comics drawn by Kevin J. Taylor and am eagerly waiting for the next one.
4) I'm a pack rat and don't like to throw anything away. Seriously, I've got clothing that's out of style, but I won't get rid of it for some reason, I think I may need an intervention.
5) I'm a fangirl and love the Harry Potter fandom. I would squee, but I would like to think I'm too serious for that.
1) I can find a bargain anywhere. And I do mean anywhere. My best finds to date have been a red pea coat ($6), an awesome pair of Chinese Laundry sandals (40% off + and additional 20% because of a slighty torn, but repairable strap), and a cream pair of silk lined pants for under $20.
2) I've considered getting some genitalia pierced.
3) I love the comics drawn by Kevin J. Taylor and am eagerly waiting for the next one.
4) I'm a pack rat and don't like to throw anything away. Seriously, I've got clothing that's out of style, but I won't get rid of it for some reason, I think I may need an intervention.
5) I'm a fangirl and love the Harry Potter fandom. I would squee, but I would like to think I'm too serious for that.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
Preventative Medicine???
Sometimes being single is a good thing.
I had a customer ask me about a book for keeping your marriage from falling apart before you get married. Color me puzzled, but why try to prevent something from happening if the catalyst for it hasn't even occurred yet? I've always thought of marriage as a two way street, both parties should take equal responsibility for making it work. However, she seemed ready to make sure that they did things by the book to keep it from joining the 50% of the country that didn't make it.
But maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe second guessing both yourself and your partner is the wave of the future. Maybe dooming your marriage before you start is the best way to make sure you succeed above all. Maybe I've just found yet another reason to add to "the list" of things I will not do as a prerequisite for getting married. Maybe this is just another made up ruse by the Self Improvement book industry to get people to buy books on things that should be common sense anyway. Right now I'll just file this under preventative medicine, right next to removing a body part because it may become cancerous.
I had a customer ask me about a book for keeping your marriage from falling apart before you get married. Color me puzzled, but why try to prevent something from happening if the catalyst for it hasn't even occurred yet? I've always thought of marriage as a two way street, both parties should take equal responsibility for making it work. However, she seemed ready to make sure that they did things by the book to keep it from joining the 50% of the country that didn't make it.
But maybe I'm wrong.
Maybe second guessing both yourself and your partner is the wave of the future. Maybe dooming your marriage before you start is the best way to make sure you succeed above all. Maybe I've just found yet another reason to add to "the list" of things I will not do as a prerequisite for getting married. Maybe this is just another made up ruse by the Self Improvement book industry to get people to buy books on things that should be common sense anyway. Right now I'll just file this under preventative medicine, right next to removing a body part because it may become cancerous.
I'm Bringing Sexy Back
Call me crazy, but I feel hotter and (I can't believe I'm saying this) sexier now that my hair is long again. I have an amazing hair stylist who took me on a journey from very long up to about chin length in the course of a year and while I loved all the different looks he gave me, I'm excited to have long hair again.
Last January my hair was cute and flippy and I loved it, but I wouldn't have called it sexy. I'm not sure how the male population felt about it, but I'd like to think I would have gotten an A+ from the fashionable Elle or something. Fast forward a year later and my hair has grown into a style and length I am really enjoying (and I'm hoping others are, too *wink*). It's to the point of rating well in a Cosmo survey of most desirable length in a male reader poll. You know what I'm talking about, right? They often report that men prefer long hair on a women and I've even heard the same from guys I know in real life. So, is it true, guys? Do you have a preference when it comes to our hair? Or is it like shoes where you really could not care less?
Last January my hair was cute and flippy and I loved it, but I wouldn't have called it sexy. I'm not sure how the male population felt about it, but I'd like to think I would have gotten an A+ from the fashionable Elle or something. Fast forward a year later and my hair has grown into a style and length I am really enjoying (and I'm hoping others are, too *wink*). It's to the point of rating well in a Cosmo survey of most desirable length in a male reader poll. You know what I'm talking about, right? They often report that men prefer long hair on a women and I've even heard the same from guys I know in real life. So, is it true, guys? Do you have a preference when it comes to our hair? Or is it like shoes where you really could not care less?
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