When presented with an opportunity, I think one should not ask “why?” but instead scream “WHY THE HELL NOT!?” and then, to underscore the depth of one’s commitment to optimism, rip off one’s shirt and leap into the air with a giant flying karate kick...! =)
The other night, my friend dished about a first date. The conversation started out with: "Never. Going. Out. With. Him. Again!"
Apparently he invited her to dinner, but when the check came he asked if they could "split it," and waved the bill in the air. My friend whipped out her debit card in shock. She just assumed he would pay since, as she told me, "He invited ME to the ridiculously overpriced French bistro that was purely lit by stubby candles."
I was torn. He asked her out, on a first date. It's not like they were dating and in the "I got dinner, you pay for the movie" phase. I'd like to think chivalry is not dead and if a guy asks a gal out, he's going to buy her a meal. I've paid for the date when I was the askee. The guy tried to give me money, but I refused and quipped, "You can pay next time," thus securing a second date (score!).
This was a deal breaker for her. Even though she said she'd go out with him again, she fully intends to screen her calls from here on out and even re-saved his name on her mobile as John Cheap.
What are your dating deal breakers? I once nixed date two because on date one, the guy spoke about his mum a lot. He was 30.
Sports Illustrated cover model Marisa Miller
Conversation at the Shoot (as imagined by me):
Stylist #1: Oh SHIT. SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT.
Stylist #2: What??? What?!!
Stylist #1: I forgot the TOP PART OF THE BIKINI we need to use for the cover shot!
Stylist #2: Oh fuck. You mean the PART THAT GOES OVER HER NAKED BREASTS?!?!
Stylist #1: YES!!! SHITTTTT! WHAT ARE WE GOING TO DO!??!?!
Stylist #2: I know!! I know!!! Take my necklace!!! No one will ever notice the difference!!! It’s not like this is a magazine about SWIMSUITS!
Stylist #1: You are a genius.
I have a fairly strict rule on dogs: if they're over 12 kilos and not a jack russel terrier or a shih-tzu, they're not really my type. But this one, which I found in
I just got a text from a good friend that read "Going to meet the ex--he wants to talk."
They've been broken up for a couple of months and although she seems to be getting on without him, he doesn't.
I've been there. Broken up with someone, then regretted it, then fallen into a can't eat, can't sleep period of blue. I've also endured the "Can we talk?"...talk. Those talks always ended the same way for me. In a split second I'd be overwhelmed by pure attraction and within minutes all was forgiven--until one or two days later when the same, heavy issues surfaced all over again. Sometimes, talks are just about a quick fix, more of an "I miss you" impulse than anything else. Jumping head first into the same old situation ultimately doesn't solve anything. After all, there was a reason for the split, right? Then again, sometimes "talks" actually do the trick and help clear the slate for round two.
Do you believe in second chances?
I had another one of my weirdo dreams last night. This time, I was staying at a friend’s house for some reason and this friend had a 17-year-old son. A gorgeous, virginal 17-year-old son. And I had to be about forty-five or something in this dream. This was one of those dreams where you’re not really you, you’re someone else.
Anyway, over the course of the week I was staying there, it became obvious that this son (who was heading off to college soon) had a crush on me. So my last night there, I decided to go out with another girlfriend of mine and had the boy sneak out and meet us. Then we both proceeded to seduce him! Whoa… How’s that for your first time? A threesome with a couple of cougars.
Then the dream turned rather stressful because we had to keep his mother, my friend, from finding out what happened and she was quite suspicious to begin with. So that was my dream (with a lot of the sordid details faded to fuzzy memory.)
My analysis? I actually have met a college-bound teenager recently who’s definitely gorgeous (though I can’t say if he’s virginal) and I think it’s making me feel rather like a dirty old lady to admire his brand of youthful beauty. And I think I’m rather shocked to find myself in this position, rather than the one where I’m being admired by dirty old men. But hey, things change… and there’s no harm in looking, right?
"For women, the best aphrodisiacs are words. The G-spot is in the ears. He who looks for it below there is wasting his time.." =)
~Isabel Allende~
