Two posts in one day.. lucky you.
Yes, OK, not really. I found this, and I honestly think it is one of the coolest things ever.
On eBay, sixteen authors are auctioning off the chance to have YOUR name in one of their novels. The authors include: Amy Tan, Dave Eggers and John Grisham. All proceeds will go to benefit the First Amendment Project—an awesome non-profit.
That is all.
Good blog, good guy (I assume), is looking for a PHP programmer.. who wants to be in the Alps. Programmers… any of you like to ski?
Check it out: not very deep rumblings.
As supplied by the coworker (who asked the questions) and her friend (who supplied the answers). The coworker, you see, recently broke up with her longtime boyfriend (of six years) and is slowly beginning to date other people. Unfortunately, having dated one guy almost her entire lifetime of dating, she is having some trouble adjusting to being single, and, obviously, is unclear about where the boundaries of a single girl (who is not a whore) should be.
This was taken directly from her email. We laughed quite loudly, and you will, no doubt, enjoy it.
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Question Number One:
At what point do we as single women give in to sex? Like if you’re hanging out with someone consistently that you have ri – DICK – ulously hot chemistry with – how do you keep holding back?
Answer:
OK, here goes: this is a tricky question that all single and fabulASS women must answer themselves. My feeling is this: it is very difficult to be around someone that you have a lot of chemistry with and still be good… and to be frank, there’s only so much kissing that you can do without going further.
For me, I need to know if they’re dating anyone else, if they’re sleeping with anyone else, what their intentions are with me, and obviously if there is a good amount of respect shown for me by the guy—however this is never a guarantee—because, sad but true, guys can put on a good show and then once they sleep with you, can act totally different. (Honestly, I don’t even think they always intentionally do this…it’s subconscious manly instinct to feel that he has conquered once he has slipped the d!cky in.) Anyway, it all depends on how comfortable you are with the guy and how you think he will treat you afterwards.
Question Number Two [In three parts, ahem]:
And if you can’t, when is it officially not whore-y to have sex? When you know that even if the sex doesn’t continue you can maintain a friendship with the person? Furthermore, how do you balance having sex consistently with someone yet not being serious with them?
Answer:
OK, again a very tricky question… one that everyone probably has their own opinion on. My thing with this is: having sex with one person consistently is not easy to do if you’re not ready to be in a relationship with them, or at least develop feelings for them. It takes some experience to be able to detatch yourself from the sex, because with sex, comes natural jealousy and entitlement.
For example: “Why isn’t he answering my call? Why hasn’t he called? Why is he calling me at 2 in the am? Does he think I’m just a booty call? Who is he out with tonight? I wonder if he’s sleeping with the girl that he went out with?” Blah Blah Blah.. Very very very tricky… thats why, in a weird way, P and C were perfect for this role, because I really didn’t care… and strangely enough, that is the only time I would recommend doing it. I mean I care about them as people, but if you could see yourself developing feelings for someone, DO NOT fool yourself into thinking that you can sleep with them and not want to be in a relationship with them.
Question Number Three:
And still leave the possibility open to date others and have sex with them!@#!@… what is a girl-who-is-not-a-whore to do?
Answer:
OK, last one… this is also tricky. I personally do not like to consistently sleep with someone and then sleep with someone else in between… not because I think it’s whorish…because I myself do not feel comfortable with it, and that’s the main concern in all of the above questions. However, we usually learn what we’re comfortable with from being in a situation that we’re not comfortable with, so with that said..
I have done it before… and I didn’t like the way I felt about it. So… to bring us back to self control… this is another reason why it’s important, because… if there is someone else that you are interested in sleeping with, then you need to think about whether you really want to start consistently sleeping with the other person? Got it? Got it. good.
Basically girl… every situation is going to be different, and that’s why you can’t make “rules” for yourself, because there are always going to be different circumstances that are involved. It’s just important to think these things over when the d!ck in question is not around, because you will justify why it is OK for you to f*ck it, and then realize you were wrong. Last piece of advice… never ever ever shave your kooch for the first and second date [Yes, this was in the email—I had to keep it whole]… that has been my self control for 7 years and it works like a charm. hahahahahahahaha
Question Number Four: One last question … can we please be whores in Canada?
Answer: P.S I would LOVE for us to be whores in Montreal, different countries equate the fact that nothing is considered whorish!
Love you and looking forward to meeting the insider.
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Um, so, yes, this was the topic of conversation at work today.
It’s highly, highly entertaining.
I’ve been feeling out of sorts for awhile. I hadn’t been able to place it, but tonight I think I did. I’m restless and honestly, bored. I am bored to tears.
I always get this way toward the end of summer, but I would always look forward to school starting again. It’s not that I’m that much of a nerd (although, yes, I kinda am), it’s just that it meant a change. New people, new classes, new teachers, new everything. In retrospect, I always get this way toward the end of May as well—anxious for school to be done, anxious to move to something different.
I think this might be why I loved being an Army brat—the moving, the on-the-go.
Exactly three years ago I took a little trip, to shake the boredom. You see, I had taken college classes while in high school, so I had a year of college under my belt at the time of graduation. I had then gone, and come back, from college in California, and I wasn’t prepared to finish my last two years. So on August 5, I packed my car and took off. I didn’t return home until Thanksgiving. I covered 30,000 miles and 48 states, and, for a time, calmed my wanderlust.
Every year about this time I long to be somewhere else. I can remember vividly whole days and weeks spent on the road. In my mind’s eye, I see the dusty plains of Nebraska and the sun drenched fields of sunflowers in Wyoming. I remember my mom calling me almost every day, checking to see where I was and when I would come home. I reveled in making it to the easternmost point of the US (Eastport, ME) and the southermost (Key West, FL), but I began to ache for family and friends. So I cut my trip short by a couple of weeks and surprised my mom on Thanksgiving.
I think I could live anywhere. I don’t feel bound by country or language, and I’m itching to see more of the world, but… It’s hard to leave family. My cousins are growing fast and my parents are getting older, and I miss seeing them. I’d like to live closer, perhaps a state or two away, but I know I would quickly grow bored and restless. Like now. I moved across the country and that was great for me at the time. I still love it over here, but I’m ready for a major change.
I’ve been thinking perhaps a state move, or a job change would do it. But I’m not sure anymore. I’ve been debating joining the Peace Corps, but for several reasons, I’ve put a hold on my application.
If you’ve made it to the bottom of this winding, train-falling-off-the-tracks, yes-I-need-a-drink post, what are your thoughts? Has any reader ever joined the Corps? Did you enjoy it? What were your reasons for joining?
On that same vein, if you have any suggestions for calming the crazed desire to be constantly on the move, do share. Please.
When I was driving home tonight, I noticed a certain smell. The air was no longer tinged with the icky smell of burgers grilling… but with that lovely scent of burning wood in the crisp night air. Yes people, fall is coming back! Woohoo! That made my night.
Tuesdays are wonderful—there’s new music at iTunes, and after publishing the issue, the coworker and I went to our favorite little place on the water, where we flirted shamelessly with the bartender and had some Coronas.
So, for anyone interested in the latest additions to my iTunes library… (I must add here that Andre has influenced my most recent purchases.) Check them out… Man of the World, by Fleetwood Mac, Burn, by Ray LaMontagne, Tank Park Salute, by Billy Bragg, You’re Beautiful, by James Blunt, La Cienega Just Smiled, by Ryan Adams, Ne Me Quitte Pas, by Ciara Adams, Hide and Seek, by Imogen Heap, Song 6, by Daniel Powder and Almost Honest, by Josh Kelley
In other news, my favorite French blogger turns 32 tomorrow… Joyeux Anniversaire Anne! Vous etes un ecrivain merveilleux et j’adore votre blog. J’espere que vous recevez l’homme, et le travail, de vos reves. 😉
Go on over to her blog and wish her happy birthday.. 🙂
So we launched the most recent site today. Woohoo. 😛 It’s a site where the Boss can expound (his) truths to the masses, and where (he assumed), they would lap it up like puppies.
Oh, was he so wrong.
The masses are taking him to task. I now have a newfound appreciation, and yes, love, for all people everywhere. 🙂 🙂
Added to that overwhelming, and quite honestly, euphoric, joy, I was directed to some intriguing sites today.
Their Circular Life—It’s very, very cool.
And, have you ever heard this? “Fate has ordained that the men who went to the moon to explore in peace will stay on the moon to rest in peace.” It comes from an undelivered Nixon speech.
William Safire was one of the greatest speechwriters of all time, and he wrote an incredible speech for Nixon in case the moon mission failed. It’s brilliant, and truly one of his greatest speeches.
I think I have finally found the problem with blogging. It’s just way too damn interesting. Here me out.
I was out tonight at a concert (the band America), which was awesome. It got over relatively early, so Jen and I headed to a bar in a very hip, coastal town nearby. I decided to stay sober tonight, because a) it’s about a 20 minute drive, and b) it was raining. No big deal, though, as I can normally have fun with no chemical aid whatsoever. As the night progresses, I end up talking to this guy who had been attempting to buy me drinks all night. He seemed a rather intelligent, college-educated type of guy. He works in real estate and blah, blah, blah. Now normally, I can talk to anybody about anything—for hours. It’s just one of those random gifts I was given (honestly I would prefer world-class violinist gifts, but that’s neither here nor there).
The problem, you ask? I was so bored, and all I could think about was coming home and checking blogs to see if anyone had anything interesting to say. Is that wrong, or what? I knew that I would come home and be highly entertained, and half the time, educated, by what my fellow bloggers post—and this guy couldn’t even compare. And he was cute and educated… WTF?!
So then I read Graham’s recent posting on his blog (very good read, btw), and I realized that I am not the only one who has this problem!
I feel better now. 🙂
(Which just goes to show you that blogs are a serious problem to social graces everywhere—I feel like I can relate better to most of you than to the people outside my door. Shit.)
Drowning your sorrows in liquor and incredibly hot men is, by far, the best medicine for anything.
That’s all.
Just wanted to share.
I think I have found the other reason I have been so down… I miss my family. My little cousins turn 5 and 9 this month, and they had a joint family party today. I hated missing that. I remember when their mom chose their names. And I feel like I am missing out on so much of their growing up. 🙁
I just got a call from my sister (who’s there), and both the boys were talking to me, saying “Thank You” and “I love you,” and now I am sitting here a little teary-eyed wishing I was there. These boys are wonderful you see. They IM me all the time, the younger only managing his name and every emoticon imaginable, but the older has long conversations with me that end up with him calling my cell to emphasize his point. 🙂 Our latest chat was about girls and football camp (he, of course, is adamant that girls cannot play football). It was hysterical.
My sister sent me some pics with her cameraphone…
This is K-dog. He just turned 5 and loves Batman. Apparently, the rollerblades I got him were a big hit. 🙂
This is G-man. He turns 9 in two weeks and is smart as a whip. He loves learning and maps and can sing “La Marseillaise.” My sister tells me he is putting his new maps on the wall as I write this. (This kid is going to be president, I promise you.)
Happy Birthday guys!!