Hit From Behind!!!
Like Marissa, I didn't even know I was playing! Favorite Song Tag...that is. I definitely didn't see this one coming, but Marissa tagged me and I am def. game...
Here it is (and keep in mind I work in music, so these songs can change at any minute- I am fickle like that) :
1. The Backstreet Boys "Crawling Back" (I know, I know...but Backstreet's Back, Alright! Deal with it...)
2. Chris Brown "Run It" (new Jive artist...keep a look-out)
3. Mariah Carey "We Belong Together" - the remix featuring Jadakiss and Styles P.
4. Gwen Stefani "Cool"
5. Keyshia Cole "(I Just Want It) To Be Over"
6. Foo Fighters "Best of You"
To Marissa- I sense this was a cheap ploy to get me writing again...I like your tactics!!!
I tag Jarrad!
Psychic Tendencies...
There is a psychic among us. Her name is Rachel (a.k.a. Lusty Lady). She writes a column for the Village Voice...and somehow knows all about my dating life. And no, it is not because I emailed her to tell her.
A friend sent me a recent article she wrote titled "Is This A Date?". I am currently scared - evidently this girl has been researching me. Either that or Mixed Messages M called her and told her about how crazy it made me to date him! Read on...even if you have never had experiences like this...you might in the future. And if not, it's still good for a laugh (or a major feeling of pity)!
"Is This A Date?"
Wedding Season
So I know I always have a lot of relationship questions but this is a new one...Is going to a wedding with your bf/gf a blessing or a curse? The reason why this topic has come to mind lately is a lot of my friends are getting engaged/married - therefore, I have attended and will attend several weddings. In the aftermath of each such occasion, at least one couple that attended the wedding together either went down in flames (not literally) or flourished (i.e. an engagement of their own). Call it a simple coincidence if you want, but I believe there is a little something more to this equation.
Normally I would leave it to the women to become emotional wrecks at or after weddings but surprisingly weddings DO seem to wreak havoc on some men's psyche. What is it about weddings that makes people either want to relive Romeo & Juliet (minus the suicide) or actually act out the final scene (minus the romance)? The funniest part about this whole issue is that the person doing the breaking up never references the wedding as a point of breakdown...it is always "I just can't do this anymore" or "I feel too much pressure" or "The timing is off". Um...hello? Does anyone think their significant other is stupid? When your relationship has never been better and you just happened to have returned from a wedding could there be any other cause for the break-up?
On the other hand, several couples get engaged soon after attending the joyous occasion of a wedding. I guess spending 4+ hours viewing an extreme display of love, the Horah, and the happiness of the couples' parents, is enough to make 2 people go sprinting to the Diamond District...forget about the 10 shots you took from the ice luge during the cocktail hour...
My advice: choose carefully when inviting a date to a wedding...you might get more then you bargained for!
Call it what you want, but I call it a conspiracy!
The Summer of Single
It's almost about that time of year...SUMMER...
There are a few things that automatically come to my mind when I think about summer:
1. Summer Camp. Remember those days? We had not a care in the world, no responsibilities- our main job was to hang out, do arts & crafts, play some sports, and master the back stroke. Fun times...
2. Fireworks with my family on the 4th of July. Gathering up some blankets, driving to the local community college and staring at the sky for 2 hours.
3. Family vacation in August going to visit my Grandpa in Las Vegas (nothin' better then Vegas in August) - I will miss those days greatly.
4. Summer training camp for softball. So NOT cool...on to the next...
5. Open house parties in someones (usually a friend of a friend of a friend of a cousin's sisters) backyard! Nothin' better than hanging around a keg wearing a wife beater.
6. Listening to my guy friends talk about how the last thing they want is a girlfriend. Ok yeah, now we are back to present time...
What is this new phenomenon?? I first heard about this a few years ago from my friend J. I believed it to be an urban myth and refused to believe guys actually thought about things like this! I know, wishful thinking...Since then, at least 4 more guys friends/acquaintances have brought this up- I have nothing but to believe it's the truth!
Here is how it goes...During the winter, it's cold and it snows (deep...I know). No one wants to go out for fear of frostbite. Girls wear sweaters, thermals, and UGGS (according to guys, there is nothing less attractive then UGGS- not even 5 layers of clothing). Everyone wants to stay home, be warm, and cuddle- hence, you want a "significant other" during this time period.
Once the ground begins to thaw out, clothing layers are removed. UGGS are replaced by sandals, sweaters are replaced by tank tops, jeans are replaced by mini-skirts. Something about the fresh warm air riling up hormones or something...Nevertheless, relationships are ended. According to some guys I know, "who wants to be tied down when I can go out every night after work, drink a few beers, stare at girls wearing extremely short skirts- then do it all over again the next night".
Please someone comment on this - tell me it can't possibly be true! Tell me every girl I know that got dumped in the last month is not sitting at home depressed because she has flip-flops on her feet and not UGGS...Come to think about it- maybe it's all about the UGGS...
Some Girls Are CRAZY!!!
Yesterday I decided to take some time to figure out how I wanted my next entry to go...today it came to me. Not really because something amazing happened or I was having an extra creative day, but because I got mad. Yup, evidently when I said I wanted to figure out my next plan of attack, I meant that the word "attack" in a very literal manner.
I'm pissed, and it's mainly coming from a protective stance. Now I am going to try really hard not to make this entry as exploitative as it could possibly be, but it's going to be hard. Mainly it's about a girl- or a few girls in particular.
Recently, my cousin was dating a girl (who shall remain nameless). After a few dates, he decided she wasn't the girl for him so he let her down- quite nicely I might add. Now I will personally say, if a guy let me down as nicely as he let her down, I'd probably be hurt, but thankful that he wasn't as big of a d**k as many guys these days can be. Evidently, this girl and/or her friends, took particular offense to the fact that he didn't like her and within the last few days he's received nasty txt msgs, nasty comments on his blog- all from this girls friends.
Listen, I 100% understand that girls can be crazy- after all, I am one. But this is out of control- and to be honest, it is girls like this that give the entire female population a bad name. It is girls like this that cause guys to use the words "psycho" and "girl" in the same sentence. I used to believe that guys were obnoxious and hurtful for calling girls "crazy" and "psycho" but now I see why...b/c sometimes THEY give them reasons to!
If the girls in mention happen to have stumbled onto or STALKED down this blog- hear me out- please get help...because in reality, you are ruining it for the rest of us.
I'm Back...Well, Sort Of...
I know, it's been awhile...and to be honest, I'm a bit rusty. As much as I would like to explain my absence, I am going to plead the fifth - mainly to ensure I do not offend anyone else. While I take the next few days to get my act together and figure out my next plan of attack (or blog entry...whichever happens first), please click through to read a great and particularly meaningful post for me...via my Cousin J's blog...Aristocracity. The exact post I have in mind is entitled "Self Inflicted Censorship". Enjoy!
Oh, and PS: In reference to the above title- I've decided, like it or not, I'm DEFINITELY back...
Age=25, Maturity=0
Last night I went to see the new Broadway play "All Shook Up" with 7 of my friends. The group included both my roomies, my 6’8 friend D., R., K., and D.W. and his roommate. Now the age range of this group was 24-28 but I will say the maturity level for the evening was extremely low. Roommate T. and I could not stop laughing and chattering the entire time- D. even proclaimed during intermission that he was pretty sure we didn't need to comment after every song. During one extremely uncomfortable part of the show, we found ourselves in a giggling fest that just would not end. People around us were annoyed, but we could do nothing to stop ourselves from laughing. We then proclaimed “evidently we are not mature enough for the thhheaaterrr” (think thick English accent there).
After the show we all went for a late dinner at Tony's Di Napoli…this is where the immaturity hit a whole new level. We proceeded (after only one glass of wine I might add…this was not to be blamed on alcohol) to launch into a performance medley of 80’s tunes. Think the greatest hits of Debbie Gibson, Journey, Tiffany, Lisa Lisa, Bangles, Berlin, etc. This wasn’t a quiet performance- this was 8 people, singing at the top of their lungs for the entire restaurant to hear. At first K. was a bit embarrassed and kept asking us to please bring it down…after awhile she joined in because she realized it was hopeless- we could not be stopped. It got to a point where waiters and fellow customers were making requests. We stayed until after midnight, fulfilling song requests and just hanging out.
Immaturity, maybe- but a hell of a lot of fun.
Oh yeah, and the play was kind of cute- go see it.
