I feel like I pretty much wrote a year in review entry in my 500th post, so here's a post dedicated to the developments of the last few weeks that have implications for the next month.
Potential job in the works. I don't want to jinx myself but the interview went well even by my high standards for interviews. The job is at a small firm in the heart of Times Square providing HR Generalist support for a team of 40 subcontractors and consultants who are placed on systems projects at big banks. I should hear back Jan. 5 but I'm guessing most likely it may be the week after.
I'm officially with Irish. Despite my lunacy and insecurities, he's sticking with me for now. One month down...hopefully a whole bunch more to go. So far he's handling me, I'm hopeful.
Finally, officially, quit grad school. B-school is on hiatus. I've decided to apply for 2008 which gives me a little time to perfect the application and gather the perfect recommendations. Not to mention develop a clear plan for post graduate life.
Settled matters with both major exes once and for all. V and I are going to be friends for life. He's moved so far on and I've come to terms with it. I love him to death and he me, but we're in a platonic place or at least as much of one as we can ever be in. I'm 100% over Zayan. I haven't so much as thought of him since I met Irish, but I'm surprised the holidays didn't even stir in me a desire to send him a cursory text. We are faux friends. Not in that it's fake as much as it is forced, but it's important to me to keep him on my terms and I think I finally am.
Luckey is my perfect pup pup love bucket. He grows nearer and dearer to my heart with every passing day. We have our spats but he's my heart's delight.
No resolutions. Well, perhaps just resolve to be more productive, less crazy, and appreciate the truth that self-satisfaction need not interfere with self-improvement.
December 31, 2006
Crazy Me
All this photo needs is lightening or a superimposed mini-Batman in the sky. I'm sitting bravely along the base of the chain bridge between Buda and Pest in Hungary. 
December 29, 2006
Friday Night Lights
Skipped a date to stay in and drink a Coors Light...it makes me feel closer to Irish--of course, I'd prefer a Budlight but I'm going with what I've got. He doesn't know it and it doesn't matter because I'm H A P P Y and I am blaming my Irishman.
The Ultimate Compliment
Last night as we ambled hand-in-hand Tracey paid Irish what I can only deem as the highest compliment in the looks department. She said and I quote, "He looks like that guy who played that comptroller on Sex and the City". That guy is my darling John Slattery who I saw eating lunch with his wife and adorable, young blond son in the West Village this summer. I was with Jo and she encouraged me to walk back and get his autograph--I brushed it off as, "Nah, I don't want to be that lame fan", but the truth was my knees would be knocking so hard and my heart beating so fast that I couldn't possible muster the words to create coherent sentences. Isn't he gorgeous? I assure you Irish, though not a spitting image, is equally handsome.
Power Switch
Sex and the City provided us with the "Power Flip". The first episode, perhaps it was not the pilot but one of the early episodes in the first season, explained the notion that women in their 20s have the dating world on a string with their pick of men (older, younger, married, single, whatever they want) while men in their 20s are struggling to establish their careers and find themselves limited in the options available to them (women their age or younger who are comfortable with the seemingly little time and/or money they offer at that nascent stage in life). However somewhere in their mid to late 30s there is a power flip; men have women of all ages available to them while women having lost their youthful glow, if they remain unmarried, find it much harder to meet eligible men.
Now, the Power Switch as I've coined it isn't related to this but I highlight Power Flip to showcase just that point--these are two SEPARATE terms! As I see it, the power switch is that pivotal moment in any relationship when the person who was originally more enamored with the other party becomes less enamored while the original "cool kid" grows more attached. Let me provide an example: When Tommy met Kerry, he liked her enough to ask her out again but didn't think she was his "type". Tommy likes waify girls with the capacity for melancholy. Kerry was a happy athelete who after the first date was feeling a strong attraction and interest in Tom. However, after their second or third date the power switched. Tom found himself falling for Kerry's disarming honesty and domestic charm (the girl cleaned our stove when he cooked her his signature third date dinner), while Kerry in preparation for her looming move to the West Coast started to pull back a bit.
The Power Switch can feel debilitating when it happens because it alters the status quo and more often that not brings to the surface the more confident/less invested person's insecurites as they submit the emotional control to the party originally willing to lose control. Every relationship is not prone to a power switch, but more often than not after a first date one party likes the other more. In a majority of these cases, even in healthy long-lasting relationships, a power switch occurs down the line to either equalize or destroy the balance of power.
In Tommy's opinion it is best to fall hard and fast if the attraction is mutual because the Power Switch will find you on top--the one in control. I subscribe to the opposite school in suggesting that it is best to maximize your time on the front end of the switch and experience the power switch a few months into the relationship as a great equalizer. On some level I think those are gender-influenced responses. After all, a man needs to feel very attracted to a women to seek commitment and monogamy on the outset while a women needs to be wooed and feel desired. Also the switch for the woman alleviates any feeligs of guilt that may have built up from being in control early in the relationship as well as providing the man with a much needed masculine dominant role within the later part of the relationship.
The Power Switch is a universal phenomenon but there are plenty of people that have never experienced it.
Now, the Power Switch as I've coined it isn't related to this but I highlight Power Flip to showcase just that point--these are two SEPARATE terms! As I see it, the power switch is that pivotal moment in any relationship when the person who was originally more enamored with the other party becomes less enamored while the original "cool kid" grows more attached. Let me provide an example: When Tommy met Kerry, he liked her enough to ask her out again but didn't think she was his "type". Tommy likes waify girls with the capacity for melancholy. Kerry was a happy athelete who after the first date was feeling a strong attraction and interest in Tom. However, after their second or third date the power switched. Tom found himself falling for Kerry's disarming honesty and domestic charm (the girl cleaned our stove when he cooked her his signature third date dinner), while Kerry in preparation for her looming move to the West Coast started to pull back a bit.
The Power Switch can feel debilitating when it happens because it alters the status quo and more often that not brings to the surface the more confident/less invested person's insecurites as they submit the emotional control to the party originally willing to lose control. Every relationship is not prone to a power switch, but more often than not after a first date one party likes the other more. In a majority of these cases, even in healthy long-lasting relationships, a power switch occurs down the line to either equalize or destroy the balance of power.
In Tommy's opinion it is best to fall hard and fast if the attraction is mutual because the Power Switch will find you on top--the one in control. I subscribe to the opposite school in suggesting that it is best to maximize your time on the front end of the switch and experience the power switch a few months into the relationship as a great equalizer. On some level I think those are gender-influenced responses. After all, a man needs to feel very attracted to a women to seek commitment and monogamy on the outset while a women needs to be wooed and feel desired. Also the switch for the woman alleviates any feeligs of guilt that may have built up from being in control early in the relationship as well as providing the man with a much needed masculine dominant role within the later part of the relationship.
The Power Switch is a universal phenomenon but there are plenty of people that have never experienced it.
Serial Dater
I've always cringed at the term serial dater. I mean why must the ability to date well--the willingness to explore what's out there to the fullest--result in a title that conjures memories of serial killers.
Anyway, I was recently told I was a serial dater. No big surprise, but it got me thinking about the phrase. It's catchy. It's clever. I rather like it. But more than that, I think it's apt for New York City. In a subculture that revels in diversity with a veritable pu-pu platter of options the most efficient way to maximize your dating potential is to serial date.
How is serial dating different from just old fashioned, non-monogamous dating you ask? Well, I'm no expert (I can't take credit for coining the term) but from what I've deduced serial daters are addicted to first dates. It's more about meeting new people and adding to a pre-existing dance card that it is about settling down. A serial dater goes on a lot less second dates than a regular dater. After all, when you actualize on your options you're bound to be more selective. Selectivity hinges on criteria that is you-specific and it cannot be molded to another's standard.
That said, serial dating gets to be a bit of a disease, particularly in the internet context because you continually want to see what in the bush is better than the birds you currently have in hand. The phenomenon of "not settling" takes on what I call the Vast Menu Syndrome: when you have so many options, options you have never tried that look good, you are naturally curious. How and when do you choose just one entree even if you get one or two sides?
Anyway, I was recently told I was a serial dater. No big surprise, but it got me thinking about the phrase. It's catchy. It's clever. I rather like it. But more than that, I think it's apt for New York City. In a subculture that revels in diversity with a veritable pu-pu platter of options the most efficient way to maximize your dating potential is to serial date.
How is serial dating different from just old fashioned, non-monogamous dating you ask? Well, I'm no expert (I can't take credit for coining the term) but from what I've deduced serial daters are addicted to first dates. It's more about meeting new people and adding to a pre-existing dance card that it is about settling down. A serial dater goes on a lot less second dates than a regular dater. After all, when you actualize on your options you're bound to be more selective. Selectivity hinges on criteria that is you-specific and it cannot be molded to another's standard.
That said, serial dating gets to be a bit of a disease, particularly in the internet context because you continually want to see what in the bush is better than the birds you currently have in hand. The phenomenon of "not settling" takes on what I call the Vast Menu Syndrome: when you have so many options, options you have never tried that look good, you are naturally curious. How and when do you choose just one entree even if you get one or two sides?
Bathroom Banter
What follows is a conversation Tracey overheard within a neighboring stall in a public restroom at a mall in NJ as it was recounted to me this evening at Veniero's Bakery on E. 11th St.
"Mommy, you have fur! Why do you have fur? I'm going to tell Daddy you have fur!"
"Shh. SHHHH. He knows. He knows!"
I cracked up so hard I almost snorted some of my iced hazelnut coffee and had a seizure.
When I just related this tale to Tom he barely chuckled. Now, only one of two explanations can be provided: 1) my delivery, unlike Tracey's, sucks or 2) Tom just didn't GET what the kid meant by fur.
"Mommy, you have fur! Why do you have fur? I'm going to tell Daddy you have fur!"
"Shh. SHHHH. He knows. He knows!"
I cracked up so hard I almost snorted some of my iced hazelnut coffee and had a seizure.
When I just related this tale to Tom he barely chuckled. Now, only one of two explanations can be provided: 1) my delivery, unlike Tracey's, sucks or 2) Tom just didn't GET what the kid meant by fur.
December 28, 2006
Pursuit of Blood Diamonds
Pursuit of Happyness was campy as expected. Mom loved it, of course. I thought Will Smith's son was a cutie pie but other than that aigh. Though I did cry at the very end when Will Smith's character gets the job of his dreams and runs to his son's daycare to hug him. It reminded me of all the times growing up my mom raced to my side and held me so tight because something had gone her way and I was the only person she felt mattered enough to tell--though I was too young to grasp the depth of the accomplishment. Thandie Newton's character though unlikable was well acted in all her bony, made under splendor.
The Diamond Dealer took me to see Blood Diamonds at the Loewes by Lincoln Center. He held his tongue except for a spontaneous, "That's the first myth!" uttered during the first few moments of the film while the credits rolled and "stats" were displayed on the screen. It was interesting to hear his take on the film as we walked from the theater to my subway ride and his glorious penthouse; alongside the park, past the AOL Time Warner Center...so New York sitcom momen.
Till I told the original older man in my life about the new, special older man. He took it well for the most part but I could tell he was miffed because he always believed I thought he was too old for me, though I'd never given him any such indication. He was also aghast that Irish was Irish. He'd made the mistake of assuming I only dated my own--a mistake others have made before him only to be alarmed to see me walk arm-in-arm with one of theirs. Sigh. When you assume...
The Diamond Dealer took me to see Blood Diamonds at the Loewes by Lincoln Center. He held his tongue except for a spontaneous, "That's the first myth!" uttered during the first few moments of the film while the credits rolled and "stats" were displayed on the screen. It was interesting to hear his take on the film as we walked from the theater to my subway ride and his glorious penthouse; alongside the park, past the AOL Time Warner Center...so New York sitcom momen.
Till I told the original older man in my life about the new, special older man. He took it well for the most part but I could tell he was miffed because he always believed I thought he was too old for me, though I'd never given him any such indication. He was also aghast that Irish was Irish. He'd made the mistake of assuming I only dated my own--a mistake others have made before him only to be alarmed to see me walk arm-in-arm with one of theirs. Sigh. When you assume...
December 27, 2006
Eastern European Expedition
Tom likes this photo a whole lot more than I do, but I thought the cool circular pattern of this gate was worth capturing at the time. Why I stuck my head in it remains a mystery at this time, but I promise it seemed like a brilliant idea at the time it was taken. I may very well not have been that sober given the 25cent 1/2 liter beer we'd imbibed at our favorite underground bar around the corner from St. Nicholas Cathedral in Prague.
Don't I look like I'm plotting to take over the world in this photo? I'm no Brain, but what little likelihood of my world domination is encapsulated in this photo. My photogenicity is at an all time high--making me like this picture even more. This series of sculptures is a stone's throw from the church that houses the Infant Jesus of Prague.
I don't think is a particularly flattering photo, but I do think it represents a certain classic black and white photo element that captures youth and happiness. I think this is a photo I will look back on in a few decades and wonder why I didn't like it more at the time--but at this time, I just don't like it much.
I decided it would be best to dangle fearlessly from a pole that stuck out behind this particular segment of what's left of the Berlin Wall. Tom and I rode the S-Bahn a long way to the East Side Gallery so he could search for the spot his cousin signed the wall. We didn't find his graffiti nor did we add our own, but this photo is a pleasant by product of the journey.
I loved the Reichstaag! That's the background although you can't see any of its magnificient glory in this pic, but I sure look happy to be there.
Tommy's Photo Series of Me in Eastern Europe
This was the shot that got Tommy on the tangent of taking photos of me as I photographed things that caught my interest. He was blown away by my utter disregard for ridiculous positions taken in the effort to capture "the shot". Little does he realize that my antics look like stand and shoot compared to the craziness that ensues everytime Tracey has a camera in her tiny fist.
This is the look I kept giving Tom when he tried to photograph me candidly. I like to pose for photos, what is so wrong with that?
Tommy insists it looks like I'm giving this creepy statue a rim job the way I'm angling myself to get just the right photograph through a crevice in his build. I resent that!
December 26, 2006
Best Message Ever
"You're in church right now and I'm having some really really nasty thoughts about what I want to do to you."
Click.
Repeat.
Save.
Click.
Repeat.
Save.
December 25, 2006
Loot 2006
Going to present my loot in list form below.
Family Loot
Glorious floor length red coat with gold buttons--British looking
Beige Charter Club sweater with gold threading
Enormous round-faced Traveler's watch with four mini watches within all reporting different times (you pick what those times are!)--one will always be set to Bombay and and another to New York...the other two I'm working on!
$$$ (but not enough to pay all the late bills, but covers rent)
Wooden jewelry box with multiple compartments with lattice work
Black Scarf and matching i-pod sequin holder from Ann Taylor
Tracey Loot--she has a tradition of inundating me with the most fantastic bounty on every gift giving and non-gift giving occassion...she's is ridiculous!
Three pairs of shoes: pointy, red Moschino pump with a kitty heel and bow with white-cross stitching; taupe Lacoste tennis shoes with alligator stitching on the side which won't be out till the Spring, and oval, peep/open-toe flats a la CV.
Margarita scented face scrub
Two, warm, fuzzy grey socks
Two pairs of black, non-slutty fishnet stockings
Black, elbow-length, leather dominatrix gloves with bows
Two earrings: black hoops and clear chandeliers
Three black rings: plastic rose, sparkly chunky, and wedding cut with sparkles set
Black aviator glasses
Lucky Jeans
Virgin mother Tee with Red Roses in the background
Black, Nicole Miller shrug with woven sparkles
Style Handbook
Three books of NYC postcards because I love to send snail mail
Luckey's gifts:
Taupe plush bed
Battery-operated brush
Adorable knit multi-colored sweater with hood
Family Loot
Glorious floor length red coat with gold buttons--British looking
Beige Charter Club sweater with gold threading
Enormous round-faced Traveler's watch with four mini watches within all reporting different times (you pick what those times are!)--one will always be set to Bombay and and another to New York...the other two I'm working on!
$$$ (but not enough to pay all the late bills, but covers rent)
Wooden jewelry box with multiple compartments with lattice work
Black Scarf and matching i-pod sequin holder from Ann Taylor
Tracey Loot--she has a tradition of inundating me with the most fantastic bounty on every gift giving and non-gift giving occassion...she's is ridiculous!
Three pairs of shoes: pointy, red Moschino pump with a kitty heel and bow with white-cross stitching; taupe Lacoste tennis shoes with alligator stitching on the side which won't be out till the Spring, and oval, peep/open-toe flats a la CV.
Margarita scented face scrub
Two, warm, fuzzy grey socks
Two pairs of black, non-slutty fishnet stockings
Black, elbow-length, leather dominatrix gloves with bows
Two earrings: black hoops and clear chandeliers
Three black rings: plastic rose, sparkly chunky, and wedding cut with sparkles set
Black aviator glasses
Lucky Jeans
Virgin mother Tee with Red Roses in the background
Black, Nicole Miller shrug with woven sparkles
Style Handbook
Three books of NYC postcards because I love to send snail mail
Luckey's gifts:
Taupe plush bed
Battery-operated brush
Adorable knit multi-colored sweater with hood
Merry Christmas~
The family went to midnight mass today. It was a service that reminded me how much I love Catholic service and awakened my latent desire to go more frequently. I know better than to make this a New Year's resolution, but I do miss church.
I grew up in the Syrian Orthodox tradition as I mentioned months ago, but my upbringing was laced in Catholicism (having attended a Convent primary school in India run by strict but fair nuns). There is a peace that comes over me after I go through the ritual that is mass. Knowing the hymns, responses, and times to kneel fulfills within my cultural framework the need for collective belonging. I also love the smell of incense and the whine of an organ as a novice choir tries to sing over it. I revel in being in a cathedral--the meditative value of those high cielings is even higher in a privacy-lacking nation like India. I feel a sense of absolution, no matter how misplaced, after I leave a novena. The chanting quality of sing-song delivery by priests whose completely grey hair reminds me of my grandfather seals the deal.
It's not church I miss. It's the innocence of my youth. It's India. It's my grandfather. It's nostalgia.
I grew up in the Syrian Orthodox tradition as I mentioned months ago, but my upbringing was laced in Catholicism (having attended a Convent primary school in India run by strict but fair nuns). There is a peace that comes over me after I go through the ritual that is mass. Knowing the hymns, responses, and times to kneel fulfills within my cultural framework the need for collective belonging. I also love the smell of incense and the whine of an organ as a novice choir tries to sing over it. I revel in being in a cathedral--the meditative value of those high cielings is even higher in a privacy-lacking nation like India. I feel a sense of absolution, no matter how misplaced, after I leave a novena. The chanting quality of sing-song delivery by priests whose completely grey hair reminds me of my grandfather seals the deal.
It's not church I miss. It's the innocence of my youth. It's India. It's my grandfather. It's nostalgia.
Couples' Guilt
Maybe it's naivete, maybe it's narcicissm or maybe I do love drama and this is my way of ensuring it for life--but I just can't cut someone who likes me out of my life. This is a problem I've recently resolved on the ex-boyfriend scene but one I'm struggling to smooth over in my recently coupled state on the former suitor front.
Now, I'm not conceited. Really, I'm not. A healthy self-confidence aside, I really don't think I warrant a ton of attention from the darker sex. That disclaimer notwithstanding, I have yet to cut ties with Indian Christian, the Dog Watcher, or even LawyerMan.
The Dog Watcher is aware that I have a boyfriend and proclaims complete comfort with a platonic friendship which I hasten to take at face value but my gut tells me he's merely biding his time.
Indian Christian has never professed his true intentions toward me or made a move since our "courtship" which began shortly after Thanksgiving. He did give me very thoughtful Christmas presents this evening: three Razr phone skins and a fresh motorola battery since my cell phone is my life. However, the fact that he pays for drinks despite my protests and always offers me his arm as I jaunt down the street may signal an old-fashioned notion of "dating". How do I tell him I'm with Irish without it getting back to mom? His family and mine have taken to spending the holidays together--while those are now behind us--clearly they are the ties that bind...and this case, chafe.
Lawyerman is a different matter altogether. He serves no real function other than to inflate my ego plus he has a girlfriend/ex with whom he is "sorting things out"--so while I maintain complete transparency on that frontier--I'm not convinced our conversations have boundaries appropriate for live communication. So far we've managed a strictly cyber relationship, ex post facto...but recent talk has turned to face-to-face interaction and I'm torn between proving to myself that there is nothing there and risking a nascent but beautiful thing I have with Irish. EEK.
Yes, clearly--as Tracey puts it and she does put it often--"JUST STOP IT!"
Now, I'm not conceited. Really, I'm not. A healthy self-confidence aside, I really don't think I warrant a ton of attention from the darker sex. That disclaimer notwithstanding, I have yet to cut ties with Indian Christian, the Dog Watcher, or even LawyerMan.
The Dog Watcher is aware that I have a boyfriend and proclaims complete comfort with a platonic friendship which I hasten to take at face value but my gut tells me he's merely biding his time.
Indian Christian has never professed his true intentions toward me or made a move since our "courtship" which began shortly after Thanksgiving. He did give me very thoughtful Christmas presents this evening: three Razr phone skins and a fresh motorola battery since my cell phone is my life. However, the fact that he pays for drinks despite my protests and always offers me his arm as I jaunt down the street may signal an old-fashioned notion of "dating". How do I tell him I'm with Irish without it getting back to mom? His family and mine have taken to spending the holidays together--while those are now behind us--clearly they are the ties that bind...and this case, chafe.
Lawyerman is a different matter altogether. He serves no real function other than to inflate my ego plus he has a girlfriend/ex with whom he is "sorting things out"--so while I maintain complete transparency on that frontier--I'm not convinced our conversations have boundaries appropriate for live communication. So far we've managed a strictly cyber relationship, ex post facto...but recent talk has turned to face-to-face interaction and I'm torn between proving to myself that there is nothing there and risking a nascent but beautiful thing I have with Irish. EEK.
Yes, clearly--as Tracey puts it and she does put it often--"JUST STOP IT!"
December 24, 2006
TimeLine
Isn't it remarkable how quickly someone goes from being a stranger to your daily phone call? I thought this with Zayan and I'm falling into the same pattern with Irish--yeah, he's an I-person--it's truly amazing how quickly and naturally you transition from not having that special person in your life to awaiting a call from them in their prolonged absence.
Irish and I have been going together now for 3 weeks, the last of which he has been in the Sunshine State and I'm currently in the Garden State--sniff! Over this short span, we've developed a comfortable dynamic that encompasses playful, sarcastic, polite, sexy, and on occassion serious. Now I don't mean SERIOUS--but we've conquered that pivotal point where we can have a conversation about feelings, specifically mine, and he won't freak out. He'll tell me he doesn't get it or that "those are (my) issues" but I don't worry that he's going to run for the hills and never call me again. Then again, maybe that's a wholly premature statement but I've made it and now I'm going to stand by it.
EEK. I'm in a couple again. ME...not single! Me...half of a couple.
Irish and I have been going together now for 3 weeks, the last of which he has been in the Sunshine State and I'm currently in the Garden State--sniff! Over this short span, we've developed a comfortable dynamic that encompasses playful, sarcastic, polite, sexy, and on occassion serious. Now I don't mean SERIOUS--but we've conquered that pivotal point where we can have a conversation about feelings, specifically mine, and he won't freak out. He'll tell me he doesn't get it or that "those are (my) issues" but I don't worry that he's going to run for the hills and never call me again. Then again, maybe that's a wholly premature statement but I've made it and now I'm going to stand by it.
EEK. I'm in a couple again. ME...not single! Me...half of a couple.
Two Boys...One Venue
In an effort to maximize my time, I had pre-show drinks with Indian Christian. I had invited the Dog Watcher to Escape M60's performance (Taurean's band featuring one crazed drummer and a pair of long-haired '80s heavy metal emulating guitarist twins). To my unplanned horror, IC quickly accepted my spur-of-the-moment polite invitation to attend the show--despite his long commute to the family stead in NJ. I was forced to introduce my former suitors to one another, much to my chagrin. Despite their similar characteristics, namely an affinity for the Giants and extreme friendliness toward the average stranger, they did not take to one another one bit.
I think Taurean summed it up best when he said, "When I looked off stage and there were TWO of the same Indian dude--one on each side of you--I thought my vision was shot or the lights were too bright. With the twins on stage and your doppleganger boys off-stage I thought I was in a doublemint commercial and not at my first gig in the city."
Escape M60 was amazing! Considering it was their FIRST performance in front of a live audience. GOOOOO TAUREAN! Rock on, son.
I think Taurean summed it up best when he said, "When I looked off stage and there were TWO of the same Indian dude--one on each side of you--I thought my vision was shot or the lights were too bright. With the twins on stage and your doppleganger boys off-stage I thought I was in a doublemint commercial and not at my first gig in the city."
Escape M60 was amazing! Considering it was their FIRST performance in front of a live audience. GOOOOO TAUREAN! Rock on, son.
December 18, 2006
Sweet Sighting Tonight
I'm going to be at Otto's Shrunken Head on the border of the East Village and Alphabet City tonight to see my home boy Taurean Spoons make his NYC singing debut at this kitschy Tiki Bar.
Their set starts at 11:30pm--late for a Monday--but I'll be wearing a sweatshirt that reads Baby Girl and cheering wildly. Norman and Tommy will be joining me despite their day jobs.
If you're in the neighborhood, please stop in...listen to a few beats and say "Hey!"
Their set starts at 11:30pm--late for a Monday--but I'll be wearing a sweatshirt that reads Baby Girl and cheering wildly. Norman and Tommy will be joining me despite their day jobs.
If you're in the neighborhood, please stop in...listen to a few beats and say "Hey!"
the AIM Block
So, my boyfriend who is currently far far away...in distant Florida claims not to have any idea how to block someone on AIM--yet mysteriously he's managed to block me on AIM. Unless the AIM gods are scorning me for some unknown crime against AOL the whole thing seems highly suspect to me.
So, in an effort to be the technologically advanced woman in his life, I go ahead and create a new screen name. Of course within the first fifteen minutes of combative banter the man makes the mistake of typing, "So, how do I block you?"
Why? Why oh why are men at every age entirely clueless about what NOT to say to a woman? Double sigh.
So, in an effort to be the technologically advanced woman in his life, I go ahead and create a new screen name. Of course within the first fifteen minutes of combative banter the man makes the mistake of typing, "So, how do I block you?"
Why? Why oh why are men at every age entirely clueless about what NOT to say to a woman? Double sigh.
December 16, 2006
Human Interactions
Sometimes, I fear my relationships are founded on lies and etched in deceit--self-deceit.
How can you believe they mean the things they say when we are unsure they say the things they mean? How do you discern when reading between the invisible lines when the infrared coating is entrenched in your desire to take at face value what your gut has severe reservations against?
Being an adult means trusting your instincts.
Being an adult you know when to let your mind lead where your heart can't follow.
Being an adult with an established network of trusted cohorts, you still have to defer to your own sense of right no matter how wrong they think you are.
Being an adult involves making difficult decisions you are willing, yet seemingly unable, to live with at the time.
Being an adult transcends instant gratification for delayed results which inevitably enrich your later (prolonged) quality of life.
Being an adult can suck when you feel like a child.
How can you believe they mean the things they say when we are unsure they say the things they mean? How do you discern when reading between the invisible lines when the infrared coating is entrenched in your desire to take at face value what your gut has severe reservations against?
Being an adult means trusting your instincts.
Being an adult you know when to let your mind lead where your heart can't follow.
Being an adult with an established network of trusted cohorts, you still have to defer to your own sense of right no matter how wrong they think you are.
Being an adult involves making difficult decisions you are willing, yet seemingly unable, to live with at the time.
Being an adult transcends instant gratification for delayed results which inevitably enrich your later (prolonged) quality of life.
Being an adult can suck when you feel like a child.
5-year College Reunion
I'm so sick of getting reunion materials in the mail...they started sending me information in June for the April '07 reunion event and the more I receive from Hopkins the less I want to go back.
It was a great college experience, mine was. I'm just not far enough removed from it to appreciate that it's over. Sometimes, I wish I could go back for a day or a week or a month but I know in reality that would just irk me to no end and I'd just wish to return to my life in the city. My life void of work, meaning, and achievement. At least in college I was a pillar of the community--by choice and luck--but in the past six months I've managed to extricate myself from most facets of being an adult citizen who functions independently and manages a cosmopolitan lifestyle.
I'm living the dream but quickly losing sight of what that dream really is.
It was a great college experience, mine was. I'm just not far enough removed from it to appreciate that it's over. Sometimes, I wish I could go back for a day or a week or a month but I know in reality that would just irk me to no end and I'd just wish to return to my life in the city. My life void of work, meaning, and achievement. At least in college I was a pillar of the community--by choice and luck--but in the past six months I've managed to extricate myself from most facets of being an adult citizen who functions independently and manages a cosmopolitan lifestyle.
I'm living the dream but quickly losing sight of what that dream really is.
December 14, 2006
"You're my GF!"
I'm going to come clean with all of you...I've been a bad blogger lately and a lot of that is due to the fact that I've been censoring a portion of my personal life for a plethora of reasons, but mainly because I've been afraid to put it out there only to have it taken away--yes, I am paranoid.
About two weeks ago, I met a gorgeous man at the Dream Hotel from where we went for drinks at the Hudson Hotel. He loves champagne so he got a bottle. I love French Martinis so I had a few of those. And that's how our story began...
He only drinks Crown and Coke--no garnish. He's a picky eater--the bowl has to be chilled BEFORE they put the salad in it. He travels for work; by this I mean that he lives in a hotel in Times Square where the bar is his living room and his room is always in a corner on a high floor facing East. He has a Southern accent and his hair is more salt than pepper. He has big blue eyes and more often than not wears a sheepish grin.
His life is about the finer things but he's curious about the less than fine; he'll try something new but he's afraid of not liking it. He's the most vanilla individual I've ever met in real life, but his credo is one of tolerance--though if you're on his property unnannounced late at night he's a firm believer in having the right to shoot you with his licensced weapon. He's tall and thin and uses an electric razor. His clown costume--as he calls his perfectly pressed pants, Polo shirt, and grown-up jacket--gets shed the minute work lets out for a pair of acid washed jeans with a button missing and his leather jacket. He drives a Corvette but dreams of a beat-up pick-up to haul hay for his non-existent horse. He grew up with cats and thought he won't admit it, I'm not convinced he liked dogs.
He snores when he sleeps and he's an extremely selfish cuddler. He's in the office at 8am even though he doesn't have to be. His co-workers drive him crazy but he will only describe them as "the nicest people in the world." He will talk to me in his Appu voice but the minute I say something the slightest bit un-PC he'll give me a serious speech about people having the right to live the way they want to live as long as it doesn't impose on other people--specifically him. He was an altar boy and a water moccassin assassin. He's simultaneously a hero in a Western and James Bond--his cosmopolitan sensibilities belie his rural roots--he's proud of both and comfortable with the fact that those are the exact dualities that make him, uniquely HIM.
Like me he remains a contradiction through and through and like I am his, he is mine--as of 9pm yesterday evening.
About two weeks ago, I met a gorgeous man at the Dream Hotel from where we went for drinks at the Hudson Hotel. He loves champagne so he got a bottle. I love French Martinis so I had a few of those. And that's how our story began...
He only drinks Crown and Coke--no garnish. He's a picky eater--the bowl has to be chilled BEFORE they put the salad in it. He travels for work; by this I mean that he lives in a hotel in Times Square where the bar is his living room and his room is always in a corner on a high floor facing East. He has a Southern accent and his hair is more salt than pepper. He has big blue eyes and more often than not wears a sheepish grin.
His life is about the finer things but he's curious about the less than fine; he'll try something new but he's afraid of not liking it. He's the most vanilla individual I've ever met in real life, but his credo is one of tolerance--though if you're on his property unnannounced late at night he's a firm believer in having the right to shoot you with his licensced weapon. He's tall and thin and uses an electric razor. His clown costume--as he calls his perfectly pressed pants, Polo shirt, and grown-up jacket--gets shed the minute work lets out for a pair of acid washed jeans with a button missing and his leather jacket. He drives a Corvette but dreams of a beat-up pick-up to haul hay for his non-existent horse. He grew up with cats and thought he won't admit it, I'm not convinced he liked dogs.
He snores when he sleeps and he's an extremely selfish cuddler. He's in the office at 8am even though he doesn't have to be. His co-workers drive him crazy but he will only describe them as "the nicest people in the world." He will talk to me in his Appu voice but the minute I say something the slightest bit un-PC he'll give me a serious speech about people having the right to live the way they want to live as long as it doesn't impose on other people--specifically him. He was an altar boy and a water moccassin assassin. He's simultaneously a hero in a Western and James Bond--his cosmopolitan sensibilities belie his rural roots--he's proud of both and comfortable with the fact that those are the exact dualities that make him, uniquely HIM.
Like me he remains a contradiction through and through and like I am his, he is mine--as of 9pm yesterday evening.
December 13, 2006
Quarterly Report
Last night, I had four dates with three similarly different boys and one perfectly imperfect man.
I will not speak of the first because I really like him and it seems every time I blog about someone I actually like things go tragically wrong. He's the man for whom every rule I ever had has seemingly flung itself out of the hotel room window.
The second was with a boy who contacted me off MySpace. He's a real Indian with down home Indian values and a not-so-faint Indian accent. He was dressed in a cord jacket with a v-neck tennis sweater over a thermal undershirt--can we say FOB? But he was very kind and fairly simple in both his outlook on life and his judgment of others. A quality I'm coming to loathe and respect as I progress in years. We had a drink at Broadway Lounge in the Times Square Marriott Marquis. He was generic in his Indian-ness...a perfect arranged marriage candidate for a girl from The Hind.
My third date was an impromptu phone call that turned into a quick meet up with the dog watcher. He's become a very good friend of mine over the past few months. We have amazing platonic chemistry...but it seems he wants more. He is sweet, patient, compassionate, and the paragon of understanding. We split a quick stromboli at a pizzeria in No Man's Land--the 30s on 7th Avenue--before I hopped the 1-train to my last date of the evening. Here's a guy who shares a brownstone with his parents, drinks like a fish, and works two different entreprenuerial ventures with the possibility of a third in '07. If I was all attracted to him, he'd be the catch of the decade.
My fourth and final date was with the Indian Christian I met at Thanksgiving. He's not my type for a variety of reasons, but I can't resist how smart he thinks I am. It affirms for me that men can be drawn to a woman almost exclusively for her mind. We had a few drinks at Dos Caminos in Soho and made our way to The Dove--which I was appalled to hear him term a dive. Similar to date two, IC despite being born and bred in this country has a narrow vision of what is and isn't acceptable behavior in himself and others. Going to Bible College could not have helped matters, no matter how much of a badass he was on campus! His insistence on walking me home was heart-warming given he had to backtrack to the Path having missed the last bus and train to NJ--where he lives at home to help his parents with the bills and his undying moral support. Another guy who would be ideal for a very different girl than me.
Dates 2-4 were really an effort to diminish the growing craziness that has resulted from my extreme like of Date 1...Date 1 who is possibly the most baggage laden individual I have ever met, who in reality may have absolutely no interest in pursuing a real relationship with me...who is the most attractive man I have ever been with--in my highly subjective opinion--who makes me feel like I'm starring in a sitcom the likes of Mary Tyler Moore meets Sex and the City.
I will not speak of the first because I really like him and it seems every time I blog about someone I actually like things go tragically wrong. He's the man for whom every rule I ever had has seemingly flung itself out of the hotel room window.
The second was with a boy who contacted me off MySpace. He's a real Indian with down home Indian values and a not-so-faint Indian accent. He was dressed in a cord jacket with a v-neck tennis sweater over a thermal undershirt--can we say FOB? But he was very kind and fairly simple in both his outlook on life and his judgment of others. A quality I'm coming to loathe and respect as I progress in years. We had a drink at Broadway Lounge in the Times Square Marriott Marquis. He was generic in his Indian-ness...a perfect arranged marriage candidate for a girl from The Hind.
My third date was an impromptu phone call that turned into a quick meet up with the dog watcher. He's become a very good friend of mine over the past few months. We have amazing platonic chemistry...but it seems he wants more. He is sweet, patient, compassionate, and the paragon of understanding. We split a quick stromboli at a pizzeria in No Man's Land--the 30s on 7th Avenue--before I hopped the 1-train to my last date of the evening. Here's a guy who shares a brownstone with his parents, drinks like a fish, and works two different entreprenuerial ventures with the possibility of a third in '07. If I was all attracted to him, he'd be the catch of the decade.
My fourth and final date was with the Indian Christian I met at Thanksgiving. He's not my type for a variety of reasons, but I can't resist how smart he thinks I am. It affirms for me that men can be drawn to a woman almost exclusively for her mind. We had a few drinks at Dos Caminos in Soho and made our way to The Dove--which I was appalled to hear him term a dive. Similar to date two, IC despite being born and bred in this country has a narrow vision of what is and isn't acceptable behavior in himself and others. Going to Bible College could not have helped matters, no matter how much of a badass he was on campus! His insistence on walking me home was heart-warming given he had to backtrack to the Path having missed the last bus and train to NJ--where he lives at home to help his parents with the bills and his undying moral support. Another guy who would be ideal for a very different girl than me.
Dates 2-4 were really an effort to diminish the growing craziness that has resulted from my extreme like of Date 1...Date 1 who is possibly the most baggage laden individual I have ever met, who in reality may have absolutely no interest in pursuing a real relationship with me...who is the most attractive man I have ever been with--in my highly subjective opinion--who makes me feel like I'm starring in a sitcom the likes of Mary Tyler Moore meets Sex and the City.
December 9, 2006
Rosa Mexicano
I just had a delicious brunch with Shiv at Rosa Mexicano in Union Square where he questioned me on my life and informed me not at all on his.
I can't believe he's serious about leaving the States and returning to S'pore. I knew he was never here for good, but it seems too short a time to be good enough. We live close enough by in terms of mileage to never see one another--but we do talk frequently. Credit to him, it's where it's due on that one. It occurred to me that I would really miss his voice on the end of the line, "Thompson and Canal!" or his signature, "What up, Duude?" I guess being abroad doesn't preclude a call but there is a comfort in knowing he's just two miles up even if I never traverse those miles.
I can't believe he's serious about leaving the States and returning to S'pore. I knew he was never here for good, but it seems too short a time to be good enough. We live close enough by in terms of mileage to never see one another--but we do talk frequently. Credit to him, it's where it's due on that one. It occurred to me that I would really miss his voice on the end of the line, "Thompson and Canal!" or his signature, "What up, Duude?" I guess being abroad doesn't preclude a call but there is a comfort in knowing he's just two miles up even if I never traverse those miles.
500th Post
Let me take a moment to reflect on the last 499 posts--because I don't reflect enough--yeah!
I started this off unemployed and I'm unemployed again.
I was in school--half-assed--but finally quit.
I'm taking the GMAT next week. B-school here I apply.
I was single when I started and I've had a good many starts and stops but may just have found someone who has me pausing when I state my "single" status. But no jinxing that just yet.
I've learned that blogging about boys WILL always get me in trouble no matter how much I change their names.
I've traveled a bit and seen parts of the world I never dreamt I would get to see.
I backpacked--slept in hostels--and used every variety of public bathroom available.
I took subways, trains, trams, and buses from dilapidated to luxurious.
I had friends move away, lose touch, and others get in touch.
I moved from life with Ditha on the UES to calling my home an abode with two boys and a dog in the financial district.
I broke down and joined MySpace--where strangers reach out and friends shy away.
I went from surviving to thriving--living it up to living the dream--hopeless to hopeful and lonesome to loving life.
In the words of Norman--my roomie and long time friend--Life is Grand!
I started this off unemployed and I'm unemployed again.
I was in school--half-assed--but finally quit.
I'm taking the GMAT next week. B-school here I apply.
I was single when I started and I've had a good many starts and stops but may just have found someone who has me pausing when I state my "single" status. But no jinxing that just yet.
I've learned that blogging about boys WILL always get me in trouble no matter how much I change their names.
I've traveled a bit and seen parts of the world I never dreamt I would get to see.
I backpacked--slept in hostels--and used every variety of public bathroom available.
I took subways, trains, trams, and buses from dilapidated to luxurious.
I had friends move away, lose touch, and others get in touch.
I moved from life with Ditha on the UES to calling my home an abode with two boys and a dog in the financial district.
I broke down and joined MySpace--where strangers reach out and friends shy away.
I went from surviving to thriving--living it up to living the dream--hopeless to hopeful and lonesome to loving life.
In the words of Norman--my roomie and long time friend--Life is Grand!
December 8, 2006
The Boy Who Cried Ex
LawyerMan: i just wanted to say hello and thank you for the postcards...i am sorry i end up looking like an a-hole...
SweetlyVicious: Mr. Southie?
LawyerMan: yes
SweetlyVicious: you don't end up looking like a jerk...exes happen
SweetlyVicious: you weren't over her...right? so what can you do about it....
LawyerMan: well, i thought about just wanting to see you on a very fun dating thing, but i didn't want to insult you by suggesting that. i just wanted to be upfront and honest
SweetlyVicious: I'm not sure what you're asking/telling me
SweetlyVicious: you wanted to keep hooking up but keep clear that you're still hooking up with your ex....wouldn't she take issue with that?
LawyerMan: i'm sure she would. and no - that was a thought, but i didn't think that fair to anyone.
LawyerMan: and it wasn't ultimately who i wanted to be with you, who i def dig and very much enjoyed being around...
SweetlyVicious: aw, see they do teach you a little smooth in law school...I like that
SweetlyVicious: well, I very much appreciate that….and the feeling of like was very much mutual ;-)
LawyerMan: i don't think they teach smooth, but maybe that was a first year class i cannot recall.
LawyerMan: i do appreciate your cards though and hope you really dug the trek. as i am sure you did.
SweetlyVicious: I did...it was a blast
SweetlyVicious: the weather wasn't too shabby given it was fall and such...really glad I got to do it
LawyerMan: and i do (and did) have a big crush and attraction to you. but right now, i feel i need to see how things evolve with the ex, which i hope you can understand...
LawyerMan: i am def envious of your trek.
SweetlyVicious: of course...I get it...really, I'm young ...I'm not naive
SweetlyVicious: listen...if things don't work out with her for whatever reason...you hold onto my number...how about that?
LawyerMan: i know you are not naive. But after a few days of thinking, i couldn't let things just lie. Not that it matters at all, but i was very much attracted to you, and am, which makes all this so odd, because typically i am one to just be somewhat naughty...but i like you and her too much to be all sneaky with you both
SweetlyVicious: and for what it's worth I'm rooting for you...I know how things go with exes
LawyerMan: totally perfect on my end. And if you want to say hello AIM wise randomly, please do? we can friendly chat, right?
LawyerMan: thank you..
SweetlyVicious: just because you're attracted to me doesn't preclude a friendship right
LawyerMan: according to when harry met sally yes, but i say billy crystal be damned.
SweetlyVicious: I'm not suggesting we meet up for drinks late night...but we can be pals
SweetlyVicious: so since we're friends...why did you two break up in the first place?
LawyerMan: i think i can control little big man enough , and def enjoy your company enough, to be friends, including drinks late night to whatever...although i push things occassionally i guess...
SweetlyVicious: ps: I'm really flattered btw...that you're "attracted" to me and such
LawyerMan: well, it was basically a hella quick move in that precipitated into a blow up that caused me to have to move out. so once moved out, it was basically both of us needing time (and still needing time) to figure out what we want...
LawyerMan: but both of us wanting to explore that...
SweetlyVicious: of course, you know I think you're as cute as can be....
LawyerMan: well, you are a very sexy gal. and you know i am extremely attracted to you...
LawyerMan: and thank you. i am very flattered hearing that from you
SweetlyVicious: but above and beyond even the physical, I think you're so smart and I do like just talking to you
LawyerMan: yeah...i just didn’t want to cut things dry and run...well, i wanted a whole host of things, but i have to be true to you and myself...so if things were to work between us, they’d be real.
SweetlyVicious: I know that's a bit under-rated these days...but I really can't stress enough how much that banter means to me
LawyerMan: yeah..i mean, even if you didn’t want to touch me ever, i would’ve so enjoyed hanging together....i loved talking to you and your wit and charm
SweetlyVicious: I respect your honesty and the situation
LawyerMan: it was just wanting to jump you at the same time. hee hee
SweetlyVicious:
SweetlyVicious: well I can be VERY well behaved...so I promise I'll wear a turtle neck and we can sit 3 feet apart
LawyerMan: and i apprecite your understanding - more than you can ever imagine
SweetlyVicious: Mr. Southie?
LawyerMan: yes
SweetlyVicious: you don't end up looking like a jerk...exes happen
SweetlyVicious: you weren't over her...right? so what can you do about it....
LawyerMan: well, i thought about just wanting to see you on a very fun dating thing, but i didn't want to insult you by suggesting that. i just wanted to be upfront and honest
SweetlyVicious: I'm not sure what you're asking/telling me
SweetlyVicious: you wanted to keep hooking up but keep clear that you're still hooking up with your ex....wouldn't she take issue with that?
LawyerMan: i'm sure she would. and no - that was a thought, but i didn't think that fair to anyone.
LawyerMan: and it wasn't ultimately who i wanted to be with you, who i def dig and very much enjoyed being around...
SweetlyVicious: aw, see they do teach you a little smooth in law school...I like that
SweetlyVicious: well, I very much appreciate that….and the feeling of like was very much mutual ;-)
LawyerMan: i don't think they teach smooth, but maybe that was a first year class i cannot recall.
LawyerMan: i do appreciate your cards though and hope you really dug the trek. as i am sure you did.
SweetlyVicious: I did...it was a blast
SweetlyVicious: the weather wasn't too shabby given it was fall and such...really glad I got to do it
LawyerMan: and i do (and did) have a big crush and attraction to you. but right now, i feel i need to see how things evolve with the ex, which i hope you can understand...
LawyerMan: i am def envious of your trek.
SweetlyVicious: of course...I get it...really, I'm young ...I'm not naive
SweetlyVicious: listen...if things don't work out with her for whatever reason...you hold onto my number...how about that?
LawyerMan: i know you are not naive. But after a few days of thinking, i couldn't let things just lie. Not that it matters at all, but i was very much attracted to you, and am, which makes all this so odd, because typically i am one to just be somewhat naughty...but i like you and her too much to be all sneaky with you both
SweetlyVicious: and for what it's worth I'm rooting for you...I know how things go with exes
LawyerMan: totally perfect on my end. And if you want to say hello AIM wise randomly, please do? we can friendly chat, right?
LawyerMan: thank you..
SweetlyVicious: just because you're attracted to me doesn't preclude a friendship right
LawyerMan: according to when harry met sally yes, but i say billy crystal be damned.
SweetlyVicious: I'm not suggesting we meet up for drinks late night...but we can be pals
SweetlyVicious: so since we're friends...why did you two break up in the first place?
LawyerMan: i think i can control little big man enough , and def enjoy your company enough, to be friends, including drinks late night to whatever...although i push things occassionally i guess...
SweetlyVicious: ps: I'm really flattered btw...that you're "attracted" to me and such
LawyerMan: well, it was basically a hella quick move in that precipitated into a blow up that caused me to have to move out. so once moved out, it was basically both of us needing time (and still needing time) to figure out what we want...
LawyerMan: but both of us wanting to explore that...
SweetlyVicious: of course, you know I think you're as cute as can be....
LawyerMan: well, you are a very sexy gal. and you know i am extremely attracted to you...
LawyerMan: and thank you. i am very flattered hearing that from you
SweetlyVicious: but above and beyond even the physical, I think you're so smart and I do like just talking to you
LawyerMan: yeah...i just didn’t want to cut things dry and run...well, i wanted a whole host of things, but i have to be true to you and myself...so if things were to work between us, they’d be real.
SweetlyVicious: I know that's a bit under-rated these days...but I really can't stress enough how much that banter means to me
LawyerMan: yeah..i mean, even if you didn’t want to touch me ever, i would’ve so enjoyed hanging together....i loved talking to you and your wit and charm
SweetlyVicious: I respect your honesty and the situation
LawyerMan: it was just wanting to jump you at the same time. hee hee
SweetlyVicious:
SweetlyVicious: well I can be VERY well behaved...so I promise I'll wear a turtle neck and we can sit 3 feet apart
LawyerMan: and i apprecite your understanding - more than you can ever imagine
Promised Pics
So, I'm taking the wussy way out...Here's a link to Eastern Europe photos which Li uploaded. I did take some of them and have promised to caption a wide array of them--haven't gotten around to it just yet.
As for stories, other than kissing a Czech shopkeeper for some postcards nothing too eventful transpired. Oh, there was also an under-age Canadian girl who took some flash photographs in our hostel room in Krakow as she hooked up with one of the Aussie boys. And also a crazy Canadian in our four-person alcove in Budapest who kept yelling at her father in her sleep--it was unnerving and vaguely reminiscent of a Lifetime movie about a sexually abused teen. Incidentally at my hostel in Vienna (Li and I couldn't get beds in the same room, so I was relegated to an all girls dorm) a French girl informed me that I would never be hired for a bank job in France given my "color and face"--I'm still a bit unclear as to what my face has to do with it.
As for stories, other than kissing a Czech shopkeeper for some postcards nothing too eventful transpired. Oh, there was also an under-age Canadian girl who took some flash photographs in our hostel room in Krakow as she hooked up with one of the Aussie boys. And also a crazy Canadian in our four-person alcove in Budapest who kept yelling at her father in her sleep--it was unnerving and vaguely reminiscent of a Lifetime movie about a sexually abused teen. Incidentally at my hostel in Vienna (Li and I couldn't get beds in the same room, so I was relegated to an all girls dorm) a French girl informed me that I would never be hired for a bank job in France given my "color and face"--I'm still a bit unclear as to what my face has to do with it.
It's not the Size, it's what you do with it
The BBC has a lot to say about Indian Dick. Helen sent me this article this morning and I am compelled to share it with all of you.
In my experience, Indian men haven't fallen short in anyway, but by no means is my sampling large or representative. I'm just speaking up for my peeps.
In my experience, Indian men haven't fallen short in anyway, but by no means is my sampling large or representative. I'm just speaking up for my peeps.
December 5, 2006
Isn't Y a vowel?
Tracey and I are arguing the merits of whether or not Y is a vowel...
sigh
For all my homonym errors at least I know what the vowels in the English language are--Y not being one of them.
sigh
For all my homonym errors at least I know what the vowels in the English language are--Y not being one of them.
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