Any girl that’s got a $500,000 table and $5 shoes, I’m in love with. – James Brolin
My friend, Cy, had an excerpt from an article over at The Telegraph as her status message this morning:
"More than 92 percent of women could remember the first shoes they bought with their own money. Less than two, however, in three recalled the name of the person they first kissed, the survey found."
First kiss: Trevor Blackwell - 3rd grade. 3 days before we moved to Tennessee. He went on to be a minor decoy for the Manteca Police Department
First make out: Remi Price - 7th grade. He committed suicide some time in high school after he moved away. I hope his suicide was unrelated to kissing me.
How do people not remember these things!??!!?!?!? I'm baffled.
I guess the men were right when I asked them about what women want.
THE. END.
Yesterday I went to lunch with The Lawyer as his text from Monday requested. I was surprised at how good it was to see him. All of our awkwardness and his inability to maintain a conversation were completely gone. We drove to The House (shout out to Tiffany for that recommendation) and settled into lunch before we got down to business.
My frist question was why he had waited almost 3 months to contact me. He told me about all the things going on in his life (his illness, his dad's illness, Thanksgiving, etc). Turns out he had been meaning to call for awhile but just couldn't find the time to get the closure he desired.
I was very honest with him. I told him how it bothered me he couldn't volley a conversation. I explained how I desired a partner who was an active participant in my life and his disinterest in being such. We discussed at length how his illness played a large part in his inactivity and how upon reflection I realized how I was unprepared to deal with everything that came with it. We talked about the fact I thought the race thing bothered him. It may have been one of the healthiest conversations I've ever had. We came to the conclusion a lot of our "issues" were nothing more than misunderstandings.
We continued lunch and talked about our respective recent break ups, laughed a ton, talked about a few events we were both interested in attending, and expressed sentiment about missing the other person. I had completely forgotten that despite a few of his flaws They Lawyer is a caring, sweet, warm, funny, interesting, and intelligent person. Lunch was very nice, borderlining on intimate, so I wasn't too surprised when he held my hand on the way to coffee nor did I really mind it.
The Lawyer drove me home and we made tentative plans to hang out on Sunday. I was halfway out of the car when he pulled me back in and kissed me. It was one of the better kisses I've had in my long history of kisses. But then....OH BUT THEN he had to go and ruin it.
When I pulled away from the kiss he leaned back in and turned on his "sexy" voice. The voice I got to hear once before. The voice I can only equate to the ridiculousness that is the Christian Bale Batman Voice. He turned on the voice and said,
The Lawyer: Want me to come upstairs?
Me: No.
The Lawyer: Why not?
Me: I don't want to in addition to the fact I have things to do today.
The Lawyer: Like what?
Me: Work stuff and I need to make a call before 3.
The Lawyer: I'll be quiet.
Me: No.
The Lawyer: C'mon it's been so long and I forgot how attracted I am to you.
Me: I have to go.
Once I was safely out of the car in my apartment laughing over the entire thing I realized he had mentioned how a girl had recently dumped him. I mulled it over and came to one conclusion, THIS MY FRIENDS WAS A BOOTY CALL. My feelings could only be summed up as disgusted. Here I was willing to open up emotionally to him despite a bunch of things. As my sister put it, "I kind of hoped maybe you two would get together, talk things out, and maybe casually date". After lunch, but before the kiss, that possibility was not far from my mind but now no way.
I felt like I was being manipulated into the D.E.N.N.I.S. system (Demonstrate value/Engage physically/Nurture dependence/Neglect emotionally/Inspire hope/Separate entirely) and I was not happy about.
Dating Advice of the Day
because in our lowest moments we rediscover the ultimate joke the universe plays on us: despite it all, we must go on. even if everyone is watching.
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a conspicuous failure is a great equalizer. everyone has been there. everyone has said the dumbest thing possible at the worst time ever. everyone has tucked their skirt into their tights and left the bathroom. everyone has called someone the wrong name during an intense lights out makeout. everyone has crashed into the parked car (actually, i do that shit all the time). the best thing we can do is enjoy, take pride in our humanness. hope someone loves us for it. love someone for it.
- Cy aka calamity_d
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My phone should come with a breathalyzer.
I was totally going to play it smooth, let everyone know that I had a wonderful time, as usual, with Hot Dad last night and leave it at that. Well, I planned on doing that until I went through my twitters from last night and saw I had drunkenly posted about one of two awkward moments.
Awkward Moment #1: Hot Dad and I were sitting/laying on my bed drinking wine and talking. He rolled towards me during a lull in conversation which I thought was him transitioning into a cuddling and/or making a move position. In reality, he was actually just rolling over to stand up to go use the bathroom. I pretended I was rearranging a pillow while simultaneously dying inside from embarrassment.
Awkward Moment #2: I was actually rearranging a pillow when my hand slipped propelling my knuckle into the wall. I took a sizable chunk out of my hand and bled for awhile. Graceful as always, Amanda. Graceful as always.
*sigh*
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Oh and to the inquiring minds: Yes he kissed me. Yes, he's a good kisser.
Who in the fluff put Keith Sweat’s ‘Nobody’ on my iTunes?!?!
For some unknown reason I've been thinking a lot about this clip of Whoopi Goldberg innocently kissing Katy Perry on the view. It infuriates me in many many ways. This was a great opportunity for Katy to go from stupid pop star to some kind of gay rights icon/activist. When Sherri "The World Is Flat" Shepherd asked Katy about the controversy with her songs and how they "encourage girls to experiment" and "might be homophobic" the correct answer should have been "Experimenting and discovering your sexuality is an important part of growing up. As long as you are safe in all aspects I think experimenting is perfectly okay. Ur So Gay is just a song about a girl being really frustrated with a guy she loves. How many times have you said something in anger you didn't mean?" not "OMG how crazy was that when Madonna said I had the song of the summer?!?! It was like her poster popped out and said 'You are the chosen one'"... ::blink blink::
Seriously, get some new PR people honey.
To the disappointment of men everywhere, I honestly don't think "I Kissed A Girl" is going to make teenage girls start kissing. It's similar to how George Michael's "I Want Your Sex" didn't cause an epidemic of sex. People have been having crazy sex since the beginning of time. Everything you can do has already been done, probably video taped, and is tired. You haven't been able to shock anyone in at least 4 decades when it comes to sex, except for 2 Girls 1 Cup. I don't think anyone saw that shit coming. o.0 (pun intended)
Not one song I have ever heard has influenced my decision to make out with girls...and I've made out with a lot of girls....like A LOT. It's just experimenting/being a drunk ass/having fun. I think it's better to do stupid experimental shit now. I mean at 23 I know there isn't a drug I'm addicted to and I am most definitely straight. No amount of soulless pop music or sex on tv has ever made me, even for a second, contemplate pearl diving in the meat curtain bay. Visualizing phrases like "oh hello hugh jackman, please hugh jackhammer my vagina", as uttered by my friend Crystal, get my juices flowing more than any girl kiss ever has. I am 100% sure I am straight. This has not been the case for several people I have dated.
Take the first man I ever turned gay. I didn't exactly "turn" him gay but I felt like it at the time. Upon our first meeting while getting the name, rank, and serial number type questions out of the way I asked if he had a boyfriend. I am blessed with near perfect gaydar (which was challenged last night when I found out a friend of a friend was NOT gay. A straight nice attractive well dressed man in San Francisco is rare) so this question didn't seem out of the ordinary. He was cute, we were getting along really well, he was intelligent, a virgin, well read, polite which means he had to be gay. Weeks later he was still trying to convince me of the contrary when we decided constantly making out was a great idea. Making out eventually lead to me being the proud owner of a brand new, never been used, shiny V Card! The next morning after the sex he pretty much rolled over and said "I'm gay. I'm sorry. I can't do this. I've never been with a man but I know that is what I want". We've been incredibly good friends ever since.
The second guy I "turned" gay was a guy I met off of some dating website. We went out on probably 15 dates with nothing ever happening. He completely disappeared off my radar. No phone calls, no e-mails, nothing. Months later he messaged a good friend of mine on gay.com asking him out. I still have no idea what that story was about.
The third guy I met at a rave. It was at a time when I lived with gay ecstasy dealers. I can not tell you how many times I walked into my living room to see some form of gay orgy romp going on. We hung out a lot and had sex every time he was in town. Eventually I found out he was also fucking one of my gay drug dealer roommates. Coincidentally, after I started writing this he IM-ed me to see how I was.
Each of these guys have NEVER experimented with men before me. So I'm going to stick by what I think Katy Perry should have said. Experimenting is okay. Be safe. Have fun. Figure it out. More people get hurt and ruined by never figuring out or admitting what they really want.
So I dedicate this post to the gays, the straights, the transgenered, and, most importantly, to all the girls I've kissed loved before
I liked it.......I liked it.
I’m really just not an animal person.
I once accidentally went out on a date with a co-worker. I thought he was inviting me out for dinner as "buddies" but when he showed up on my doorstep with flowers I realized he had gotten the wrong idea about my intenitons. We went to dinner, out to a party, and concluded the night with him walking me to my door. He caught me off guard when I thought he was going in for a hug and planted a kiss on me. I pulled away quickly and cited reasons like "oh we work together" and "I don't want to ruin our friendship". Take a cue from the ever miserable relationship propaganda book "He's Just Not That Into You", if someone likes you enough they'll kiss you back and no reason will stop them. He kept pressing the issue and trying to kiss me while I frantically scrambled for my keys. I was seconds away from freedom when he leaned in really close, traced my collar bone with his finger seductively, and slowly whispered "C'mon baby I just want to pet the kitty".
Note To Men: Calling the vagina the "kitty" is not hot.


