I've been running around all week like a crazy lady with school stuff, so there hasn't been any activity on the man front. After all, this is MY life, so I MUST remain the single girl.
I only have one thing to say - GO TROJANS!!!!!!!!
Friday, August 31, 2007
the back to school report
Sunday, August 26, 2007
The Vegas Strip (literally)
I apologize for having been M.I.A. most of this week. Things have been very busy trying to get resettled into LA, getting ready for school and squeezing in a last minute getaway to Vegas.
This particular Vegas trip was more of the relaxing nature than of the excessive-boozing-and-losing-all-my-money nature. Which was more than fine by me, as I seriously needed some R&R. The one notable thing I did do while in Vegas was attend the "Thunder From Down Under" male strip show, a.k.a Worst Dancing I've Ever Seen On a Stage North of the Equator. Aside from the bad moves, the truly disappointing part is that I didn't see any wiener! Granted the male anatomy is actually quite absurd looking when you're not looking at it like you're about to have sex, but still the peek is worthy of a good giggle or gasp (hopefully a gasp, but more often than not, a giggle). Regardless, under any circumstances, a fully naked man is still less disturbing than a man in a g-string, knee pads and jazz sneakers. Trust me ladies, this is NOT an arousing sight.
Monday, August 20, 2007
my celebrity girl crush does me proud
My celebrity girl crush is Mandy Moore, simply because she's cute as a button. I never really thought much of her music career, but I caught this cover she did of Rhianna's "Umbrella" (NOT a song nor an artist I am a fan of) and I was quite impressed. It even made me not hate the song, which is quite a feat! Here it is for you to check out yourself:
"Maybe it lasted a day, maybe it lasted an hour, but somehow it will never end." -Nine
I am finally back home in LA and it feels good to be back in the saddle! But the nostalgia of coming home brings further nostalgia of a time probably best forgotten.
Last night, I spent the night with "Boy Toy". Boy Toy was my "birthday present" I received when I turned 27. He was in the right place at the right time. Had it not been for the extenuating circumstances of me being the drunk and desperate birthday girl holding a pool party, he woudln't have gotten the time of day from me. He is someone with whom I used to be involved, for the sole reason that he has big biceps and washboard abs. In the past, Boy Toy has also driven me to the point of insanity, fasely accused me of lacking trustworthiness, and generally acted like a boneheaded jerk.
Boy Toy sent me an instant message weeks ago wanting to hook up. Last night, I finally took him up on his offer. I know it's a little crazy, but 1) when it rains, it pours, 2) a girl in my position has to take whatever she can get whenever she can get it, and 3) after all the shit he's put me through, he cannot ever hurt me again. I figure, the disaster potential here is very low, so there is nothing wrong with a little dalliance.
Anyone care to place bets as to whether or not he comes back for more and how long it will take him? Drop me a line for the odds.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
just one more time
My boy Neil has done it again. Who cares if he's 20 and probably gay? I just want to borrow him and some shackles for a few hours...
Monday night (the fall he does near the end of this is just plain heart stopping):
And last night's finale:
Read More......
Tuesday, August 14, 2007
patience rewarded
This entry is rated NC-17. If excessively frank disclosure is more than you can bear, maybe you shouldn't read this one.
Last night, I fulfilled 3 years of dormant longing and proved that I've still got it. The quick summary is I met up with an old crush never before acted upon, downed some alcohol and unleashed my inner porn star. Now, on to the gory details.
I met "the Exemplar" back in my acting days while working on a reading of a new musical. I will never forget the first time I heard him sing. My heart stopped, along with every other girl's in the room. Straight sexy men with flawless operatic voices are NOT a common sighting. I wanted a piece from that very moment. Obviously, nothing ever came of it, until now.
Last night, I met up with the Exemplar for drinks. I'd been doing some coy online flirting with the Exemplar for the past few weeks, but this is the first time we'd seen each other in person in quite some time. The anticipation was simultaneously maddening and intoxicating. The margarita pounding commences almost immediately. The more we talk, the more I remember why I seriously like this guy. We keep drinking and chatting, and finally we end up at his place. And I got what I've been missing all summer - tossed down on the bed, clothes torn off my body, screamed and fucked like an animal. I mean, this was truly porn sex. I'm almost sorry I didn't videotape the whole thing. It was really that good.
The Exemplar has earned his nickname for continuing to get better and better with each little thing he is/does. Here's a quick list why:
The only problem with this guy and why I'm not all over him like white on rice is he 1) lives on the opposite coast and 2) is a sworn bachelor. But other that those 2 things, he is absolutely PERFECT.
And so it goes, I remain the slightly bitter single gal who provides you all with endless entertainment in the form of this blog (though for the moment at least, am decidedly well-fucked).
Thursday, August 9, 2007
impossible crush of the week
I'm a huge fan of "So You Think You Can Dance". I didn't spend the better part of my life trying to perfect my pirouettes to not appreciate a reality show with ACTUAL talent! Anyways, my impossible crush of the week is a guy I thought deserved to be send home weeks ago. But last night, he stepped it up big time. So, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Neil Haskell. So what if he isn't legal to drink - he danced for Twyla and the Twyla seal of approval goes a long way in my book. Make sure you at least watch the first clip, it's super hot.
Monday, August 6, 2007
3 is the new dating
You know you are getting old when you realize that your social circle consists primarily of married couples. These folks have been your friends for years. Only now, they've paired up. So you hang out with them together, yet you are strangely left out in the process. The past 2 weekends I have done just that - gone out with married couples in what I've come to coin as the "triple date". You all 3 go out and do something date-like - eat dinner, drink cocktails, take walks on beach, go to movie, etc. The only exception is that at the end of the night, only 2 of the parties are getting kisses, and one of them isn't you.
I can't help but wonder is it only a matter of time before they turn into Bridget Jones' "smug marrieds"? Will Colin Firth actually come to my rescue? Or when they start having babies does the triple date get abandoned in favor or the traditional date and I am relegated to becoming the sitter? I suppose only time will tell.
Friday, August 3, 2007
the tides are turning
To all my fellow single girls in the big city - our time has come.
Please read this article from today's NY Times front page.
Young, educated females have proved their place in this world. I, for one, could not be more proud. But we as women must remember to keep pushing so our efforts don't fall by the wayside. While young urban women earn more than men, the article warns that this is not true for ALL women.
"Typically, women have fallen further behind men in earnings as they get older. That is because some women stop working altogether, work only part time or encounter a glass ceiling in promotions and raises."Progress is good, but the war is not won. Women in rural areas and women over 30 are still lagging behind. While I will condemn no one (man or woman) from making the decision to remove oneself from the workforce to care for children full time, the glass ceiling is still very real, and something we must all fight to shatter. It's great to see the younger generation more educated and earning more and I hope that in time, we will continue to carry this momentum later into our careers. Chauvinism is sadly still rooted in our society (as was highlighted to me over instant message with a certain male egoist this morning, just before I wrote this posting) and will stop at nothing until we go beyond proving ourselves as equals. We must make it the indelible and and undeniable that judging our performance, capability and potential in the workforce is completely unrelated to gender, race, sexual orientation, creed, socio-economic background, etc.
Go on and call me a crazy idealist, but I refuse to let the notion that this world should be a meritocracy die. Not everything is ever fully fair in life, but at the very least, we as a society cannot act as complete bigots. Remember ladies and gentlemen, we are all in this together. So keep hustling! Read More......
Wednesday, August 1, 2007
The new love of my life
Those babies are 3 inch pink leather Manolo pumps, size 36 (yes kids, I know my feet are impossibly small - that's why my fall back career is as a shoe model) purchased ON SALE for less than half their original price. I have a shoe problem, I know. But sadly, Manolo Blahnik, Christian Louboutin and Jimmy Choo have served me infinitely better and longer than any of the men I've dated! A good investment indeed!
To all potential suitors...
...expand this post to learn how to make me swoon.
Feed me any/all of the following:
* Cupcakes from one of the following bakeries: Buttercup Bake Shop (NYC), Magnolia (NYC), Billy's Bakery (NYC), Crumbs (NYC), Yummy Cupcakes (Santa Monica/Burbank), Front Street Bakery (Long Island), Cake Man Raven (Brooklyn - slices of red velvet cake are HIGHLY encouraged from this establishment)
* Lemon meringue pie from Front Street Bakery (Long Island) or Little Pie Company (NYC)
* Vanilla Bean or White Chocolate Peanut Butter Truffle Cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory
* Warm Chocolate Souffle
* Calamari Salad from Asia de Cuba
* Filet Mignon from Fogo de Chao
* A heaping bowl of rigatoni and a meatball in red sauce from Al Gelato (LA)
* Strawberry shortcake from Rachel's (NYC)
* Pad See Ew from Bangkok House (NYC)
* Shark's Fin Soup
* Cheesesteak with provolone and onions from Pat's (Philly)
Take me out to do any/all of the following:
* Rock climbing (preferably in Yosemite)
* Surfing (preferably on the North Shore or Bali)
* Wakeboarding
* Snowboarding/skiing (preferably somewhere in the Rockies or the Sierras or the Alps)
* Cow tipping
* Dancing (any form except for country line dancing, so long as you can hold your own!)
* The theatre (musical or play - bonus points if it's a work of Paula Vogel, Stephen Sondheim, Jonathan Larson, Leonard Bernstein, William Shakespeare or Harold Pinter)
* The opera (bonus points if it's by Puccini or Bizet)
* The ballet (bonus points if it's by Prokofiev)
* Karaoke (but you have to wail!)
* Skydiving
* Shoe shopping (for the extremely bold only, this is NOT an activity for the weak at heart!
Follow up by:
* Not assuming sex is a foregone conclusion
* Calling me
* Taking me out again
* Acting interested
* Introducing me to your friends
* Remembering my birthday
* Cooking me dinner
* Sending flowers or chocolates or cupcakes or pies
* Offering me a full body deep tissue or hot stone massage
All prospective suitors must have the following qualities:
* Above average intelligence
* A complex vocabulary
* Muscular
* Reasonably attractive (as judged by me and only me)
* The ability and drive to support oneself
* Willingness to commit
* Over the age of 27
* Respectful of others
* Strong will and strong opinions
* A liberal mindset
* A love of the arts
* A palate and appreciation for good food
* Must love and be willing to have children
* Supportive and a good listener
In return for all of the above, you will receive:
* Tons of pampering
* Your own personal pasta chef (me!)
* Endless nights of Wii challenges
* Someone who will wake up at the crack of dawn to conquer the great outdoors with
* A killer debate, Scrabble and Connect 4 opponent
* A belay slave
* Free concerts in your very own bathroom every time I shower
* A free maid who loves to vacuum and do laundry (but doesn't do bathrooms or windows, sorry)
* Lots of sleepless nights ;)
Clearly, I'm asking for too much. But I'm worth it.
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