To quote my favorite bloggers, the 20-Nothings, "So the bad news is that the number one American regret involves missed or failed opportunities at love and relationships."
Why does this matter to me?
My good pal, Fred, didn't talk to me for over 21 hours. I know, shocking right? Some flirty texts that began as of 8am yesterday petered off around 1pm, and the next message from him was at 11:30 am today. Nearly a day of not hearing from him and I'm freaking out, wondering if he took a long nap after work and slept until the next day, or worst case- he was in a horrible accident and I need to be at his bedside. Snap out of it girl.... In reality, he said he went out with a friend last night. So fine, no reason to panic. I only sent one text in those 20+ hours between 1pm and today, casually asking how his afternoon at work was.
The proble,- It's just that it felt strange not to talk to him at all for one night, like something was missing. Which leads me to the simple conclusion- I have really fallen for him. But if I say how much it bothered me not to talk to him, I drift into crazy stalker girl territory. We're not in a relationship, so I kind of have no right to be this bothered, but I am. So I stay quiet and cool. For now.
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Love or Something Like It?
I make no excuses. I'm not a romantic. I'm not big on lovey dovey crap. But this song gives me faith that something might be out there for all of us. Every time I listen to it, I get chills (and considering it's moved up to fourth most played song on my ipod in 24 hours, that's a lot of chills). Sara Ramirez packs this song full of power, angst, love- the whole nine yards. The joy on her face as she sings.
The complete package.
Check "first dance" off my wedding to do list.
Friday, March 25, 2011
How do you know? - Movie vs. Life
I just finished watching the Reese Witherspoon/Paul Rudd (and Owen Wilson) movie, "How Do You Know?" Now, the movie was about 2 hours, and at times the movie is a bit intense at times, but I really liked it.Why? It was hones,t true, to life, and at times fumblingly awkward but adorable. It raised some important points:
- Sometimes you really like someone but they don't make you happy.
- Sometimes you word vomit in front of someone when you want to play it cool.
- Sometimes meals are nice when they're 100% quiet.
- Sometimes talking to a near stranger about your life craziness can be the best thing.
- Sometimes you fall for the person you least plan to fall for.
- Sometimes your crazy "I think this is in private" freak-out can work to your advantage and make you seem crazy-adorable instead of crazy.
The greatest strength of this movie is that everyone was having a rough time. Between the varied issues of failed careers, relationships, crumbling family life, pregnancy... everyone has problems, and yes they tend to get in the way of our otherwise smooth lives.
The main characters found each other at not-so ideal times, but they really needed that person in their life. They often spoke in half-sentences, mutters, and wished they could rewrite conversations. The self-doubt that was on the surface of each character: Reese's showing up at Owen's apartment and asking to stay the night and not be asked about any crying or cuddling, Paul Rudd asking Reese (after he kissed her) if she had come downstairs to tell him not to wait for her, Owen leaving Reese a message where he says she can't see how sad he is (and he takes a photo with his phone to text her).
So, How do you know if someone likes you?
I'm guessing you often don't. Relationships are hard. Love is hard. Talking about your feelings (big shocker here people- is also hard). Unless you ask and be a little insane (see Paul Rudd staring at Reese through the window of the taxi she is sitting in- and her promptly telling him to stop staring at her like that). But there are times when you realize (miracle of miracles) that someone really does care for you. This movie offered a completely touching (and not overly sappy) scene where PRudds goes to find out if there is any chance between he and Reese.
Spoiler alert! PRudds shows up at Reese's lavish birthday party that her boyfriend is throwing for her, and he asks to talk to her on the beautifully decorated terrace. She has already been presented with a totally lavish watch (that is so not her) by the boyfriend, who says its a pre-engagement present. His dad gave his mom a watch and bam!- 7 years later they got engaged. PRudds got her a can of play dough and told her a sweet story about how it came to be a kids toy after it was originally used to clean walls. His final part of the story: its a great present for her because it shows that we're all one small turn away from getting the right fit. Conclusion- He gets her. He maybe even COMPLETES HER (Love Jerry McGuire)! She realizes she can be herself, totally herself (even taking an excruciating about of time to open her wrapping paper) with PRudds. Isn't that all we want? I know I do.
- Sometimes you really like someone but they don't make you happy.
- Sometimes you word vomit in front of someone when you want to play it cool.
- Sometimes meals are nice when they're 100% quiet.
- Sometimes talking to a near stranger about your life craziness can be the best thing.
- Sometimes you fall for the person you least plan to fall for.
- Sometimes your crazy "I think this is in private" freak-out can work to your advantage and make you seem crazy-adorable instead of crazy.
The greatest strength of this movie is that everyone was having a rough time. Between the varied issues of failed careers, relationships, crumbling family life, pregnancy... everyone has problems, and yes they tend to get in the way of our otherwise smooth lives.
The main characters found each other at not-so ideal times, but they really needed that person in their life. They often spoke in half-sentences, mutters, and wished they could rewrite conversations. The self-doubt that was on the surface of each character: Reese's showing up at Owen's apartment and asking to stay the night and not be asked about any crying or cuddling, Paul Rudd asking Reese (after he kissed her) if she had come downstairs to tell him not to wait for her, Owen leaving Reese a message where he says she can't see how sad he is (and he takes a photo with his phone to text her).
So, How do you know if someone likes you?
I'm guessing you often don't. Relationships are hard. Love is hard. Talking about your feelings (big shocker here people- is also hard). Unless you ask and be a little insane (see Paul Rudd staring at Reese through the window of the taxi she is sitting in- and her promptly telling him to stop staring at her like that). But there are times when you realize (miracle of miracles) that someone really does care for you. This movie offered a completely touching (and not overly sappy) scene where PRudds goes to find out if there is any chance between he and Reese.
Spoiler alert! PRudds shows up at Reese's lavish birthday party that her boyfriend is throwing for her, and he asks to talk to her on the beautifully decorated terrace. She has already been presented with a totally lavish watch (that is so not her) by the boyfriend, who says its a pre-engagement present. His dad gave his mom a watch and bam!- 7 years later they got engaged. PRudds got her a can of play dough and told her a sweet story about how it came to be a kids toy after it was originally used to clean walls. His final part of the story: its a great present for her because it shows that we're all one small turn away from getting the right fit. Conclusion- He gets her. He maybe even COMPLETES HER (Love Jerry McGuire)! She realizes she can be herself, totally herself (even taking an excruciating about of time to open her wrapping paper) with PRudds. Isn't that all we want? I know I do.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Mindless Procrastination
Where the hell is my white knight to ride through the library window on his motorcycle and do my homework for me so I can sleep?
#Justsayin #Goodusesformen
Monday, March 14, 2011
Rain- It's Bringing Sexy Back
Since my good friend Java made some solid and real world points about rain not being sexy, I'm bringing the romance aspect back into focus- as I rephrase from my "Summer Rain" post, there are two crucial pieces to kissing in the rain:
A) It must be a warm rain
B) Eventually those wet clothes are going to need to be taken off
(Disclaimer: Several years ago, I was not on the rain kissing side either.)
Water cleans, it renews everything. But it can also destroy and ruin. It's poetic- its tragic, its hot! When the Backstreet Boys got doused with water while belting out "Quit Playing Games With My Heart," (about 1.56 into the song) they became legends. No lie, this sparked infinite debates and arguments with me and my friends back in the middle school days. So here are some deliciously romantic songs about the water and weather:
Downpour- Backstreet Boys
I, I wanna to feel the rain again
I, I wanna to feel the water on my skin
and let it all wash away---
In the downpour,
I wanna feel the rain.
She Will Be Loved- Maroon 5
I don't mind spending every day,
Out in your corner in the pouring rain.
Look for the girl with the broken smile,
And ask her if she wants to stay awhile.
And she will be loved, she will be loved....
Summer Rain- Matthew Morrison
Tagline: "Let's make love in the summer rain."
See the post: Summer Rain is Sexy
Half Moon Bay- Train
Up in Tiberon where the girls are warm,
We stay inside while the rainclouds form,
And thank god for rainy days like these.
And just when the time has come to retire,
Baby starts crying so we dance by the fire,
It always does the trick- you better believe.
Steal My Kisses-Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals
I love to feel that warm summer rain,
Just to hear it fall is the sweetest sounding thing.
And to see it fall on your simple country dress,
It's like heaven, I must confess.
Fearless- Taylor Swift
There's something 'bout the way the street looks when its just rained,
You walk me to your car and you know I wanna ask you to dance,
Right there in the parking lot yeah....
And I don't know how it gets better than this,
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless.
And I don't know -- with you I dance,
In a storm, in my best dress, fearless.
To be continued....
A) It must be a warm rain
B) Eventually those wet clothes are going to need to be taken off
(Disclaimer: Several years ago, I was not on the rain kissing side either.)
Water cleans, it renews everything. But it can also destroy and ruin. It's poetic- its tragic, its hot! When the Backstreet Boys got doused with water while belting out "Quit Playing Games With My Heart," (about 1.56 into the song) they became legends. No lie, this sparked infinite debates and arguments with me and my friends back in the middle school days. So here are some deliciously romantic songs about the water and weather:
Downpour- Backstreet Boys
I, I wanna to feel the rain again
I, I wanna to feel the water on my skin
and let it all wash away---
In the downpour,
I wanna feel the rain.
She Will Be Loved- Maroon 5
I don't mind spending every day,
Out in your corner in the pouring rain.
Look for the girl with the broken smile,
And ask her if she wants to stay awhile.
And she will be loved, she will be loved....
Summer Rain- Matthew Morrison
Tagline: "Let's make love in the summer rain."
See the post: Summer Rain is Sexy
Half Moon Bay- Train
Up in Tiberon where the girls are warm,
We stay inside while the rainclouds form,
And thank god for rainy days like these.
And just when the time has come to retire,
Baby starts crying so we dance by the fire,
It always does the trick- you better believe.
Steal My Kisses-Ben Harper and the Innocent Criminals
I love to feel that warm summer rain,
Just to hear it fall is the sweetest sounding thing.
And to see it fall on your simple country dress,
It's like heaven, I must confess.
Fearless- Taylor Swift
There's something 'bout the way the street looks when its just rained,
You walk me to your car and you know I wanna ask you to dance,
Right there in the parking lot yeah....
And I don't know how it gets better than this,
You take my hand and drag me headfirst, fearless.
And I don't know -- with you I dance,
In a storm, in my best dress, fearless.
To be continued....
Sunday, March 13, 2011
Um... But It's Wet: A Counterpoint to the "Kiss In The Rain" Theory
As much as I love my darling Pippeppop, I feel that, like Fox News, we should keep things “fair and balanced.” And thus I shall provide counterpoint to the idea that girls like to kiss in the rain.
Now, to put it bluntly, I am not a romantic. Not in the slightest. I used to be. But after being overly romanced but not really treated all that well by an ex [you know it’s over when you can’t see him without wanting to scream “Man up!”], I don’t buy into all the chick flick crap. Also as a disclaimer, I’m not really into commitment. Basically, what I’m trying to say is, to quote my good friend J, “Woman, you have the dating mentality of a dude. That is why we like you.”
I say this as a disclaimer, because I definitely can understand why some girls like the whole idea of kissing in the rain. Girls who like the romance, the melodrama, the breathless anticipation of the moment before just before, when you’re both separated by only the tiniest drops of rain and the humid air and then *BAM* movie ending kiss.
Let’s think this through rationally, peeps. First off, why are you in the rain to begin with? This is how you get sick. I know this, I'm getting a PhD in the biosciences for fuck's sake. Were you dramatically running away from him, hoping he’ll chase you down? Really? Really? One, I'm judging you a little. Two, be more mature and talk it out. Three, for Christ's sake, take your car. Thus, you will stay dry. Duh.
Speaking of cars, how are you getting home? Now you’re both soaked, which means when you ultimately return home in your vehicle, your car seats are going to get wet. And considering you may have leather seats, think of all the squelchy squishy noises your wet clothes are going to make against the seat. Awks. Farting noises: the easiest way to curb any desire for makeup sex.
Furthermore, I hate being cold. I hate being damp. And if you tried to kiss me in the rain, I’d probably be really grumpy and crabby, and ask you why you brought me out in the rain in the first place. I’d probably call you a dumbass. Because I, for one, would not go wandering out into the rain if I didn’t have to. And if I did, it would be to walk to the aforementioned car, to drive to my final destination.
So to conclude: Being wet is uncomfortable, will make you sick, and ruin your car. So if you’re dumb enough to try and kiss me in the rain, I will probably punch you. And it will probably hurt.
Trust me, I kickbox.
Aside: However, due to my love of Pippeppop, I will share with you the ultimate kiss in the rain song. Which is titled, most aptly, “Kissing in the Rain.” It’s by this sweet indie group called the Broken Family Band, and there’s only one video of it on YouTube, linked above, and it’s a total fan vid from Lost haha. Credit for song discovery must go to our friend M, who is a miracle worker.
Now go enjoy the sexyness that is Josh Holloway in that vid. And for the love of God, if you're gonna kiss in the rain, remember your friggen umbrella.
Saturday, March 12, 2011
Playing With My Heart- Part 2
Subtitle: Two Steps Forward, One Step Back, and One to the Side
(no this is not the time warp)
When we left off, I texted Fred after a great night out and said "If i didn't know any better, I'd say you like me........
Fred sees my text and raises me one: I'd say you like me too.
My response: Maybe I do.....
Which led to a long conversation. It took place in two parts.
The endgame:
"I like you and talking to you. You make me happy. I'm not in a place where I want to pursue a relationship right now. I want to keep seeing you and see where it goes."
My first thought, "What? Are you kidding?"
My second:"Why?" (Although he clearly outlined reasons why- job transition, unresolved ex issues)
My third: "I'm kinda not surprised."
My fourth: "I wish Taylor Swift was here right now to lead me in a song."
My fifth: "Where's the candy?"
The sixth thing I thought, back in adult mode: Hmm, honesty, it was quite refreshing. Not the #1 thing I wanted to hear, but direct and not game-ridden. Perhaps men aren't going the way of pagers, as several news outlets and blogs are recently claiming.
The End of Men- The Atlantic Monthly
Where Have All the Good Men Gone?- The Wall Street Journal
Why A Real Man's So Hard to Find? -The New York Post
Sex is Cheap- Slate
Although the 20-Nothings, who I aspire to be one day, offer a great analysis of boys, guys, and men, which I definitely recommend checking out. I've read it a lot lately and compared all the males I know to each of the categories.
Back to Fred....
I did see Fred, again. We enjoyed an afternoon at the mall. We tried on hats, we looked for books, and he bought me ice cream. One weekend, two cheek kisses, three days of confusion.
(no this is not the time warp)
When we left off, I texted Fred after a great night out and said "If i didn't know any better, I'd say you like me........
Fred sees my text and raises me one: I'd say you like me too.
My response: Maybe I do.....
Which led to a long conversation. It took place in two parts.
The endgame:
"I like you and talking to you. You make me happy. I'm not in a place where I want to pursue a relationship right now. I want to keep seeing you and see where it goes."
My first thought, "What? Are you kidding?"
My second:"Why?" (Although he clearly outlined reasons why- job transition, unresolved ex issues)
My third: "I'm kinda not surprised."
My fourth: "I wish Taylor Swift was here right now to lead me in a song."
My fifth: "Where's the candy?"
The sixth thing I thought, back in adult mode: Hmm, honesty, it was quite refreshing. Not the #1 thing I wanted to hear, but direct and not game-ridden. Perhaps men aren't going the way of pagers, as several news outlets and blogs are recently claiming.
The End of Men- The Atlantic Monthly
Where Have All the Good Men Gone?- The Wall Street Journal
Why A Real Man's So Hard to Find? -The New York Post
Sex is Cheap- Slate
Although the 20-Nothings, who I aspire to be one day, offer a great analysis of boys, guys, and men, which I definitely recommend checking out. I've read it a lot lately and compared all the males I know to each of the categories.
Back to Fred....
I did see Fred, again. We enjoyed an afternoon at the mall. We tried on hats, we looked for books, and he bought me ice cream. One weekend, two cheek kisses, three days of confusion.
Playing With My Heart- Part 1
I don't know where to begin exactly. Clearly, it begins with the night my lady mojo was crushed, because last night had a bit of deja vu. Notwithstanding, we also have to consider this happened after Fred finally manned up and kissed me, and I haven't seen him since then.
Headed out to an arcade for game night with friends (including Fred), this time on my turf. We all hang out and get drinks. Here's where things get different- our conversation flows better, and we naturally go off to the bar together. He buys me a beer. My friend texts me and says she will keep the group away. We play several games, and he becomes my official ticket counter and folder. We rock the "Deal or No Deal' machine and I challenge him to skee ball- winning several skee ball horse races. He beats me once, just to prove he is a skee ball champ.
The gang rents a pool table. We become partners. For some reason, I am completely sucking at pool- I'm convinced this is a bad week for pool because I lost a lot on Tuesday night too. He is convinced I have been lying about my pool prowess. Fred is surprisingly good at pool, sitting on the table to sink shots. He's sending me flirty texts durign the games. He buys me another ddrink, but my id is at the pool counter. Finally the bartender verifies I am not 12 years old and gives me the drink.
We cash in tickets. Of course I have like 1,000 and all I want is some sweet tarts. I offer Fred the 100 or so tickets so he can get a tie dye Mets teddy bear. He promises me he'll give me tickets next time. I could care less about the tickets. I also swipe over 300 points so a friend and her boyfriend can get a bear to befriend their stuffed animal. I also absentmindedly pass him a purple sweet tart which is at the top of my candy. He looks confused for a moment.
Me: you said you like purple.
Him: Thanks! (pops purple sweet tart in his mouth).
Fred drove up with some friends, so a quite elaborate plan for him to walk me to the car gets thwarted by the largeness of the group and sleepiness (it was after 1:30 AM). The group walks me out and I drive them down to their car. Fred waves the bear in my face, giving me a cheekful of bear. I ask if he plans to hig me too. He leans over and hugs me, and gives a quick check kiss. I quickly cheek kiss as well, since his cheek is right there.
At home, I look at the texts he's been sending from the back of the car. I decide to be bold and text him that it seems like he likes me. As Ted Mosby from HIMYM says, nothing good happens after 2AM. To be continued.......
Headed out to an arcade for game night with friends (including Fred), this time on my turf. We all hang out and get drinks. Here's where things get different- our conversation flows better, and we naturally go off to the bar together. He buys me a beer. My friend texts me and says she will keep the group away. We play several games, and he becomes my official ticket counter and folder. We rock the "Deal or No Deal' machine and I challenge him to skee ball- winning several skee ball horse races. He beats me once, just to prove he is a skee ball champ.
The gang rents a pool table. We become partners. For some reason, I am completely sucking at pool- I'm convinced this is a bad week for pool because I lost a lot on Tuesday night too. He is convinced I have been lying about my pool prowess. Fred is surprisingly good at pool, sitting on the table to sink shots. He's sending me flirty texts durign the games. He buys me another ddrink, but my id is at the pool counter. Finally the bartender verifies I am not 12 years old and gives me the drink.
We cash in tickets. Of course I have like 1,000 and all I want is some sweet tarts. I offer Fred the 100 or so tickets so he can get a tie dye Mets teddy bear. He promises me he'll give me tickets next time. I could care less about the tickets. I also swipe over 300 points so a friend and her boyfriend can get a bear to befriend their stuffed animal. I also absentmindedly pass him a purple sweet tart which is at the top of my candy. He looks confused for a moment.
Me: you said you like purple.
Him: Thanks! (pops purple sweet tart in his mouth).
Fred drove up with some friends, so a quite elaborate plan for him to walk me to the car gets thwarted by the largeness of the group and sleepiness (it was after 1:30 AM). The group walks me out and I drive them down to their car. Fred waves the bear in my face, giving me a cheekful of bear. I ask if he plans to hig me too. He leans over and hugs me, and gives a quick check kiss. I quickly cheek kiss as well, since his cheek is right there.
At home, I look at the texts he's been sending from the back of the car. I decide to be bold and text him that it seems like he likes me. As Ted Mosby from HIMYM says, nothing good happens after 2AM. To be continued.......
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
What is Sexy?- Summer Rain
Thank you Matthew Morrison! Mr. Shue gets why kissing in the rain is sexy! His new song "Summer Rain," which contrary to one of the comments on iTunes when I downloaded it, sounds nothing like an 80s song.
While everyone from TSwift to Billie Meyers have sang about kissing in the rain, a guys is singing a love song about rain kisses! Yes, I would agree to his classy and poppy proposal, "Let's make love in the summer rain." And he gets the signs- "Your eyes are begging me to touch you there."
And he hints at the other crucial point about kissing in the rain- eventually those wet clothes are going to need to be taken off..... Any thoughts?
Mazel Tov! Let's go dance in the rain!
While everyone from TSwift to Billie Meyers have sang about kissing in the rain, a guys is singing a love song about rain kisses! Yes, I would agree to his classy and poppy proposal, "Let's make love in the summer rain." And he gets the signs- "Your eyes are begging me to touch you there."
And he hints at the other crucial point about kissing in the rain- eventually those wet clothes are going to need to be taken off..... Any thoughts?
Mazel Tov! Let's go dance in the rain!
Monday, March 7, 2011
Taylor Swift Explained to Boys
Hi guys,
You don't get Taylor Swift. You may think she's hot, but you do not get her music. You are puzzled why girls like songs like "You Belong With Me" and "Love Story."Well this is your lucky day, because I'm gonna drop some knowledge. Here is a line-by-line explanation of T.Swift's "Sparks Fly." See Tay Tay's words in red and my explanations in asterisks.
The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm,
* You're a force to be reckoned with*
And I'm a house of cards.
* And you knock (sweep) me off my feet *
You're the kind of reckless that keeps me running,
* Your boy moodiness can turn me off sometimes*
But I kinda know that I won't get far.
* But at the end of the day, you do one adorable thing and I'm hooked.*
And you stood there in front of me,
* How could we be so close and you won't touch me? *
Just close enough to touch.
* Please touch me. I do not have cooties.*
Close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was thinking of-
* This is crazy. I'm going to have to touch you.*
Drop everything now.
* Stop playing video games for like five minutes*
Meet me in the pouring rain,
* Note: Kissing in the rain is hot*
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
* So kiss me already, I'm not a nun.*
Take away the pain.
* I'm in pain because you will not kiss me*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly,
* I dream about you at night*
Whenever you smile.
* So stop torturing me and just kiss me*
Get me with those green eyes baby, as the lights go down,
* Your eyes are beautiful, dazzling even*
Give me something that will haunt me when you're not around.
* I will stare at my Edward Cullen poster and imagine you staring back at me with that intensity*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly,
* There is something magic between us, like Edward and Bella*
Whenever you
* So stop acting weird and boy-ish*
Smile.
*And man up, 'cause you're torturing me.*
My mind forgets to remind me,
* I secretly think you secretly enjoy torturing me*
You're a bad idea.
* You have this mystery bad boy thing down waaaaay too well*
You touch me once and it's really something,
* You touched me! Praise the Lord.*
You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be.
* And you like cuddling with me, so don't stop.*
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world,
* I try to be strong for everyone*
But with you, I know its no good.
* But once in a while, its nice to vent to you about all the crap.*
And I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would-
* I'm waiting for you to get over a) you ex, b) your friend's teasing, c) your move/job/grandma's death - so we can be together.*
Drop everything now.
* But I'm not waiting forever.*
Meet me in the pouring rain,
* You will never understand why the rain is sexy*
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
* But I will make you watch 'The Notebook' until you give up fighting the point*
Take away the pain.
* I wanna be with you*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly,
*Although sometimes I wonder if I'm mentally unbalanced for thinking so*
Whenever you smile.
* You look at me and I sometimes turn into a third grader- giggles, running away etc..*
Get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go down,
* I've caught you staring at me longingly, don't lie*
Give me something that will haunt me when you're not around.
* And I think I've been on your mind too even if you don't say it.*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly,
* Because we belong together like Meredith and McDreamy,*
Whenever you Smile.
*And I really don't care if you won't watch Greys. You're missing on on scoring ,major points with me though.*
I run my fingers through your hair,
* I just want to make out with you*
And watch the lights go wild.
* And you will enjoy it too.*
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me,
*Eye contact is scary,*
It's just strong enough to make you feel right.
* But I feel warm fuzzies when you look into my eyes.*
Lead me up the staircase,
*You're finally getting my point*
Won't you whisper soft and slow-
* Whispering sweet nothings is sexy.*
"I'm captivated by you baby, like a firework show."
* This quote is a "panty dropper." Use it when you mean it. Captivate is a magical word.*
Drop everything now.
* Drop your pants.*
Meet me in the pouring rain,
*Seriously, if you can't seal the deal now with some romance, I feel sorry for you*
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
* Kiss me*
Take away the pain.
* Yes, that's better. No more pain ans secret longing.*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly,
* Cause I see you holding me tonight*
Whenever you smile.
* And maybe every night if you play your cards right.*
Get me with those green eyes, baby as the lights go down,
* I like talking to you before I fall asleep.*
Give me something that will haunt me when you're not around.
* And when you're not there, I'm going to miss you*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly, Whenever you smile.
*Because I am totally falling in love with you*
You don't get Taylor Swift. You may think she's hot, but you do not get her music. You are puzzled why girls like songs like "You Belong With Me" and "Love Story."Well this is your lucky day, because I'm gonna drop some knowledge. Here is a line-by-line explanation of T.Swift's "Sparks Fly." See Tay Tay's words in red and my explanations in asterisks.
The way you move is like a full-on rainstorm,
* You're a force to be reckoned with*
And I'm a house of cards.
* And you knock (sweep) me off my feet *
You're the kind of reckless that keeps me running,
* Your boy moodiness can turn me off sometimes*
But I kinda know that I won't get far.
* But at the end of the day, you do one adorable thing and I'm hooked.*
And you stood there in front of me,
* How could we be so close and you won't touch me? *
Just close enough to touch.
* Please touch me. I do not have cooties.*
Close enough to hope you couldn't see what I was thinking of-
* This is crazy. I'm going to have to touch you.*
Drop everything now.
* Stop playing video games for like five minutes*
Meet me in the pouring rain,
* Note: Kissing in the rain is hot*
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
* So kiss me already, I'm not a nun.*
Take away the pain.
* I'm in pain because you will not kiss me*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly,
* I dream about you at night*
Whenever you smile.
* So stop torturing me and just kiss me*
Get me with those green eyes baby, as the lights go down,
* Your eyes are beautiful, dazzling even*
Give me something that will haunt me when you're not around.
* I will stare at my Edward Cullen poster and imagine you staring back at me with that intensity*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly,
* There is something magic between us, like Edward and Bella*
Whenever you
* So stop acting weird and boy-ish*
Smile.
*And man up, 'cause you're torturing me.*
My mind forgets to remind me,
* I secretly think you secretly enjoy torturing me*
You're a bad idea.
* You have this mystery bad boy thing down waaaaay too well*
You touch me once and it's really something,
* You touched me! Praise the Lord.*
You find I'm even better than you imagined I would be.
* And you like cuddling with me, so don't stop.*
I'm on my guard for the rest of the world,
* I try to be strong for everyone*
But with you, I know its no good.
* But once in a while, its nice to vent to you about all the crap.*
And I could wait patiently, but I really wish you would-
* I'm waiting for you to get over a) you ex, b) your friend's teasing, c) your move/job/grandma's death - so we can be together.*
Drop everything now.
* But I'm not waiting forever.*
Meet me in the pouring rain,
* You will never understand why the rain is sexy*
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
* But I will make you watch 'The Notebook' until you give up fighting the point*
Take away the pain.
* I wanna be with you*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly,
*Although sometimes I wonder if I'm mentally unbalanced for thinking so*
Whenever you smile.
* You look at me and I sometimes turn into a third grader- giggles, running away etc..*
Get me with those green eyes baby as the lights go down,
* I've caught you staring at me longingly, don't lie*
Give me something that will haunt me when you're not around.
* And I think I've been on your mind too even if you don't say it.*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly,
* Because we belong together like Meredith and McDreamy,*
Whenever you Smile.
*And I really don't care if you won't watch Greys. You're missing on on scoring ,major points with me though.*
I run my fingers through your hair,
* I just want to make out with you*
And watch the lights go wild.
* And you will enjoy it too.*
Just keep on keeping your eyes on me,
*Eye contact is scary,*
It's just strong enough to make you feel right.
* But I feel warm fuzzies when you look into my eyes.*
Lead me up the staircase,
*You're finally getting my point*
Won't you whisper soft and slow-
* Whispering sweet nothings is sexy.*
"I'm captivated by you baby, like a firework show."
* This quote is a "panty dropper." Use it when you mean it. Captivate is a magical word.*
Drop everything now.
* Drop your pants.*
Meet me in the pouring rain,
*Seriously, if you can't seal the deal now with some romance, I feel sorry for you*
Kiss me on the sidewalk,
* Kiss me*
Take away the pain.
* Yes, that's better. No more pain ans secret longing.*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly,
* Cause I see you holding me tonight*
Whenever you smile.
* And maybe every night if you play your cards right.*
Get me with those green eyes, baby as the lights go down,
* I like talking to you before I fall asleep.*
Give me something that will haunt me when you're not around.
* And when you're not there, I'm going to miss you*
'Cause I see Sparks Fly, Whenever you smile.
*Because I am totally falling in love with you*
Sunday, March 6, 2011
Chivalry is Not Dead!
Just when I think Fred can't be any sweeter, he tells me about his Saturday night and his fforts to keep a creeper away from a friend. He says, I'm so tired, I was at the bar until 3, although I planned to leave even earlier.
He tells me how the band played one of my favorite songs, and then says he was leaving and a friend from work was trapped in a corner with a sketch dude. She mouthed "help me," and he came over and joined them for the rest of the night, keeping the creeper at a distance until said creeper's friend interceded about an hour later and pulled creeper away.
Sounds like he's a keeper.
He tells me how the band played one of my favorite songs, and then says he was leaving and a friend from work was trapped in a corner with a sketch dude. She mouthed "help me," and he came over and joined them for the rest of the night, keeping the creeper at a distance until said creeper's friend interceded about an hour later and pulled creeper away.
Sounds like he's a keeper.
The Cutest Text I've Ever Gotten
I was all prepared to blog again about what is sexy- part 2," which is going to become a weekly blog post. But on the way there, I got the cutest text ever from Fred. It read:
Grocery shopping with mother... saw capri sun, thought of you.
This was completely heart-melting. Recently Fred and I were up talking late at night and I busted out a capri sun to quench my thirst.
In the pre-relationship "he likes me, he likes me not" speigl, this is most definitely in the "He likes me" column.
Grocery shopping with mother... saw capri sun, thought of you.
This was completely heart-melting. Recently Fred and I were up talking late at night and I busted out a capri sun to quench my thirst.
In the pre-relationship "he likes me, he likes me not" speigl, this is most definitely in the "He likes me" column.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Wednesday, March 2, 2011
A Ramble-y Post on Girl Power
No lie, I’m in a tres girl powery mood lately. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve just built up my circle of guy friends and am feeling like- to quote my dearest PipPepPop- “my lady mojo” is at an all around high for the first time in a while. Or maybe it’s the fact a rumor mongering bitch has declared me the newest lab skank, dating and hooking up with every male scientist within my grasp that isn’t gay or married (which wouldn’t be bad if I hooked up regularly or had gone on a date in the last three years). I’m all about the girl power lately.
I think the concept of “the Madonna and the Whore” has been discussed ad nauseum. You’re either the saint or the skank, and nary the twain shall meet. But what if they could? It’s always driven me nuts that there’s this double standard. I don’t consider myself a batshit crazy feminist, but if the boys can get their kicks, why can’t I?
Lately, I’ve been binging on old school fifties and sixties pop, and I came across this song that pretty much pissed me off. A catchy pop melody originally released by Dianne Renay in 1963, Please Don’t Talk To The Lifeguard was covered by numerous other women of the era.
The story here? A girl goes to the beach during the summer, where apparently the lifeguard is smokin’. She wants to talk to him- but alas! There’s a sign forbidding her from speaking to him. So how to meet him? No, she won’t wait for him after work in the parking lot, or be clever and buy him a gift wrapped bottle of sunscreen. I think the lyrics say it best.
“Guess I’ll swim way out into the see, and then I’ll meet him when he rescues me.”
Girlfriend. Look at your life. What are you doing? (And seriously, why are you wearing long pants to the beach? Damn that'll be uncomfortable in the sand!)
So ladies, what do I have to say from this ramblyness? This spring, go for it. Don’t be afraid of being the whore. Or the Madonna. Or the lab skank. Go for what you want. The important people in your life- your family (ok, maybe don't tell your mother...), your friends want you to be happy. And fuck what other people think. Just don't use pseudo-romance as a way to fill the emptiness. That's when it gets skanky.
It's only the start of 2011, get the hell out of the house and have some fun.
But please, don’t drown yourself. Have one of your friends shove him in the water and save him yourself. That’ll leave a lasting impression.
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
What is Sexy?
The simple answer: I have no idea.
Like and Cosmo rader, I know there is a thin line between sexy and skanky. I also know that while Britney Spears can sing "Hold It Against Me" in a totally hot tone, I would be ridiculous doing the same.
So, back to square one. What is sexy?
For me, it's sexy when a guy plays a guitar. It's also sexy when he teases you a little (there is a fine line between a little sexy teasing and just being an ass), perhaps during an activity. On the same token, competition is important- light competition. Playing Skee Ball and kicking his ass- can be considered sexy, as long as you don't totally demolish him.
Speaking of sexy, kissing is quite sexy. Tonight's episode of Being Erica has a very sexy kissing dream sequence. And for a complete explanation of sexy kissing in the rain, look no further. A guy friend recently commented on one of my favorite songs, Maroon 5's "She Will Be Loved," a song that's all about standing out in corners in pouring rain. Not quite kissing in the rain (see Taylor Swift songs for more), but his comment was "why would you stand on the corner in the rain?" Not only is kissing in the rain sexy, it is the ultimate girl dream.
Here's Why:
Naley's season 1 kiss in the rain on One Tree Hill, Paul finding Holly's cat and kissing in the rain in Breakfast at Tiffany's, and The Notebook are all prime examples of why kissing in the rain is hot. It's a little hard to explain, but there's something about being in tune with nature, with lips meeting and rain, plus the idea that eventually those wet clothes are going to have to be removed. In conclusion, rain kissing is only hot in warm (read: summer or spring) rains. There's nothign worst than feeling like you're going to catch penmonia whilst kissing in the outdoors.
Like and Cosmo rader, I know there is a thin line between sexy and skanky. I also know that while Britney Spears can sing "Hold It Against Me" in a totally hot tone, I would be ridiculous doing the same.
So, back to square one. What is sexy?
For me, it's sexy when a guy plays a guitar. It's also sexy when he teases you a little (there is a fine line between a little sexy teasing and just being an ass), perhaps during an activity. On the same token, competition is important- light competition. Playing Skee Ball and kicking his ass- can be considered sexy, as long as you don't totally demolish him.
Speaking of sexy, kissing is quite sexy. Tonight's episode of Being Erica has a very sexy kissing dream sequence. And for a complete explanation of sexy kissing in the rain, look no further. A guy friend recently commented on one of my favorite songs, Maroon 5's "She Will Be Loved," a song that's all about standing out in corners in pouring rain. Not quite kissing in the rain (see Taylor Swift songs for more), but his comment was "why would you stand on the corner in the rain?" Not only is kissing in the rain sexy, it is the ultimate girl dream.
Here's Why:
Naley's season 1 kiss in the rain on One Tree Hill, Paul finding Holly's cat and kissing in the rain in Breakfast at Tiffany's, and The Notebook are all prime examples of why kissing in the rain is hot. It's a little hard to explain, but there's something about being in tune with nature, with lips meeting and rain, plus the idea that eventually those wet clothes are going to have to be removed. In conclusion, rain kissing is only hot in warm (read: summer or spring) rains. There's nothign worst than feeling like you're going to catch penmonia whilst kissing in the outdoors.
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