MELANIE:
Oh, Gym. You crazy kid, you.
I will use any excuse not to get to the gym. It can be too hot or too cold (including detailed variations about the level of humidity and/or precipitation). It can be that I woke up late ("Not enough time!") or woke up early ("I should really use this found time differently.") It can be because I've been working out consistently ("I took that Pilates class on Wednesday so I don't need to go to the gym today!") or that I haven't been working out consistently ("What's the point? I haven't been working out consistently.")
Then I spend the rest of the day rationalizing my no-gym choice with all of the different forms of exercise I'm going to engage in instead. It's a progression that always begins with the decision to hit a yoga class ("It's better than the gym anyway because it engages me spiritually as well as aerobically"), descends into the idea of just working out at home ("All I need is my exercise mat and my Exercise On Demand channel. And I'm saving money, too!") and bottoms out with the idea that having sex for 13 minutes will take care of burning all of the calories I've ingested while coming up with my various, ridiculous excuses.
I've gotten to a place where I barely feel badly about it anymore. Instead, I live in a slight state of wonderment about what fabulous excuse I'm going to come up with this time.
LAUREN:
GYM? What about the gym? I have nothing to say .. I don't belong
EVA:
Gym was a class that I passed with flying colors and always excelled in. That is where it ends. I can’t justify paying hundreds, thousands to run around on machines covered in other people’s bodily secretions, while everyone around gawks at each other. To be like a hamster on a treadmill. If we are all hiking on some trail together up some hill in Edinburgh, I am the first one on the top. But to be stuck running in the same place and not getting anywhere…lunacy to me. So how do I stay in shape…glad you asked? Besides barely eating, running around like a stress case 64% of the time, and good metabolism, I nanny. Chasing around a three year old boy at the park while carrying his five month old brother for three hours, or walking on an 90 degree incline with a double stroller fully loaded with screaming twins and fifty pounds of diaper bags, you WILL stay in shape. I have built my arms solely on lifting, carrying and rocking other people’s children. I guess someday when my hubby is ready to have our own, then I really will return to my high school weight.
RANI:
I GO TO THE GYM! I have to. I'm naturally chunky, I even was on Jenny Craig in college (about 20 pounds heavier than I am now). My first workout memories were of me and my mother waking up at 5:30 am before school to do the Jane Fonda workouts in my living room when I was 12 years old. Now I try so friggin hard to stay in shape. I am envious of people who look good and don't work out, ever (and not just a normal envy. I mean the kind of envy that creeps a seething heat I can feel up to my eyeballs). And just being skinny ain't the same as lookin' good. Ever see a skinny flabby girl in a bikini? Exactly. Yech. Till then I will continue with my yoga/spin/crazy ass boot camp classes at my gay ol gym. But I haven't been in 4 days. Christ, I feel guilty....
ANGIE:
I've been a member of pretty much every single gym in Manhattan. You name it: Crunch, New York Health and Racquet, Equinox, Dolphin Fitness, even a stint at Lucille Roberts, now New York Sports Clubs, and the one consistent thing I can say about all of them is that I rarely went to any of them. At least not for more than a few days. I guess there's just something really gratifying about that sensation of signing up, starting anew, becoming a bona fide member. It's also something I notice that I do with every new relationship. "Hey babe, come join my gym. It'll be great for us as a couple. We'll get in shape. We can have sex in the steam room." That last part's a joke, of course. Gay men are the only ones who get in shape AND laid at the gym. They get the best of everything. Assholes. God I wish I was a gay man. But I digress. So inevitably myself and Girlfriend ____ will go balls to the wall for a week and then never step foot in the gym again. Beer, ice cream, and the L Word are more enticing, and we spend all our time on the couch rather than the treadmill. Then, we break up, and I decide that I have to get in shape again and live in perpetual fear of seeing her at the gym. It's a vicious cycle, the gym.
DEE:
The gym. My constant place of worship. My 'lil slice of zen. One of the few places I have that I can fully connect my mind and body; where they are allowed to move and think in a single unit, both striving for physical and mental perfection. The gym is where I put on my headphones and outside world, problems, distractions fade away. I try to trudge up that eliptical hill-I'm running towards soultions, never running away. Through the sweat streaming down my face, the painful shortness of breath, through the cramps, the strain-many other things become clear! Crunches = focus Squats = a better ass Free weights = sculpting Yoga = peaceful control longes= reaching Pushups = determination Spinning = limitlessness The gym. My sweaty church. My sports bra cult. My full body cocktail. Raise your wheatgrass shot! To the gym! Cheers!
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Wassup @ Sex?
MELANIE: Oh, Sex. You crazy kid, you.
The craziest thing about sex (besides all of it) is that no one ever knows what anyone else is truly doing behind closed doors. Unless you always have sex in public places or videotape yourself for amateur porn websites, sex is private. And as much as I talk about sex with my girlfriends, boyfriends and various strangers, there's no way to communicate exactly what I'm doing, what it looks like or how what I'm doing relates to what anyone else is doing. We never really know!
Although, I feel like I'm getting a little anthropological here for no reason because who really cares what anyone else is doing? I would rather poke my eyes out than picture 99% of the human population having sex. I mean, really, most people are gross and/or make inexcusable fashion choices that make me want to fire them from life. So, I guess what I'm saying is, I want to know what kind of sex...Angelina is having with Brad. Or...The Obamas are having with each other. Or...Lady Gaga is having with whomever she's sleeping with at this time. Because they are all attractive and they all know how to dress.
What was I talking about?
LAUREN:
SEX BUDDIES
DONT YOU HATE IT WHEN FACEBOOK RUINS YOUR PERFECTLY GOOD AND HEALTHY SEX BUDDY?
I TEND TO BE BE DISCREET, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF A FEW CLOSE AND PERSONAL GIRLFRIENDS WHEN I EXCHANGE INFORMATION AND PICTURES :) OF NEW LOVE INTERESTS. SO RECENTLY I LOG INTO FACEBOOK AND SEE THE FREQUENT STATUS UPDATES OF MY NEW BUDDY. I
START TO READ...WHAT SEEMS TO BE A STREAM OF VARIOUS SEXUAL ESCAPADES MY BUDDY IS INVOLVED IN. IT WAS KINDA CUTE WHEN HE POSTED THAT HE WAS EXCITED THAT I WAS COMING OVER FOR A PAJAMA PARTY. THEN I SAW AFTER I LEFT HE WAS LOOKING FOR SOME MORE COMPANY!!!!!!
IT IS VERY IMPORTANT TO PUT INTO PERSPECTIVE A "NEW RELATIONSHIP" TO YOURSELF OR TO EACHOTHER. FUN CAN EASILY TURN INTO HEARTACHE, AND JEALOUSY.
I NO LONGER WANT TO BE "FRIENDS" WITH ANY OF MY "NEW AND BUDDING RELATIONSHIPS" I DO NOT WANT to SEE PICS OF THEIR SAT NIGHTS WITH SEVERAL WOMEN, THEN SEE THEIR PLANS OF CUDDLE NIGHTS WITH OTHER WOMEN...OR...MAYBE I SHOULD JUST START DATING MY AGE
ANGIE:
The great thing is, I'm finally having all the sex I want/need. Having come out of a 3 year once-a-month situation, it's refreshing. The problem is, I can't even keep up. That's the problem when you date someone who only has to worry about making it to class a couple times a week and whether their fake ID will work. I'm starting to have real "grown-up" worries and responsibilities (at last - and it sucks!!!), and sometimes these days, I just don't have the time nor energy to do it. And - ironically, considering my previous relationship - she says our sex life is going downhill and "we never do it anymore." I think an average of 5 times a week is pretty good, no? Be careful what you wish for.
EVA:
Not to sound like an infomercial but there is sex and then there is making love. Ok I am guilty, I am listening to NO ORDINARY LOVE by Sade and it is absolutely impossible to listen to her
music and not drift off into a sexy love making fantasy. You now I am right. If you haven’t put on her music to &*%*&^ to then you don’t like music on when you *^*&. I make my point. In high school it was Enigma that meant some heavy petting was about to go down. God I have always hated that phrase, “heavy petting” it sounds like a barn where you get to feed the animals but instead its people slobbering all over each other. It’s true some people have an aura about them that is SEX. Marilyn Monroe, Johnny Depp, Prince. I am not saying I am into Prince but I the man, all 4’11 of him besides having some of the hottest women as girlfriends, exudes sex. I like to think I have that energy Sexy People, Sexy Music, these are a few of my favorite things to think about or listen to, when I am having my “alone time.”
RANI:
I have never been the luckiest person when it comes to relationships. No poo poo pity party here, just keepin it real folks, and that's the truth. I have tried everything... meditating on it, sagging myself, smudging myself, putting "love" crystals in my belly button.. anything short of sacrificing a goat, I have done to try and perk up my luck. Then my friend Amanda used her feng shui knowledge and she told me all about the placement of my "love corner". Turns out my love corner was piled with bills, a painting my EX boyfriend made, and a whole lotta crap. It also turns out that having my neighbor’s toilet above my bed isn't the best either. They literally flush their shit onto me, but I can't change the placement of my bed because my NYC apartment is the size of a matchbook. So I cleaned it up a little.... but that didn't seem to last for very long. Needless to say, I'm still single but looking. And looking. Aaaaaand looking.....
DEE:
I need a sex make over. Why? Because I'm in a sexual rut. I don't feel sexual, or sexy, or anything. I feel really, lackluster. Blah. I want to be like a sex kitten, a bombshell, a sex diva again! I want to ooze sex, and leave a trail of sexual "oh my god-ness" EVERYWHERE I go, like a sexy non-deadly hot plague. I'm not sure how to regain, my inner prowess. I wish there was a drug I could take, to get it back. Like, E-but not so toxic, or like Viagra for regaining an inner sexy feeling for 4 long hot steamy hours or so! Or maybe a retreat in the woods or something. Or maybe... I just want to find my sexy! Where the hell did I put it?
The craziest thing about sex (besides all of it) is that no one ever knows what anyone else is truly doing behind closed doors. Unless you always have sex in public places or videotape yourself for amateur porn websites, sex is private. And as much as I talk about sex with my girlfriends, boyfriends and various strangers, there's no way to communicate exactly what I'm doing, what it looks like or how what I'm doing relates to what anyone else is doing. We never really know!
Although, I feel like I'm getting a little anthropological here for no reason because who really cares what anyone else is doing? I would rather poke my eyes out than picture 99% of the human population having sex. I mean, really, most people are gross and/or make inexcusable fashion choices that make me want to fire them from life. So, I guess what I'm saying is, I want to know what kind of sex...Angelina is having with Brad. Or...The Obamas are having with each other. Or...Lady Gaga is having with whomever she's sleeping with at this time. Because they are all attractive and they all know how to dress.
What was I talking about?
LAUREN:
SEX BUDDIES
DONT YOU HATE IT WHEN FACEBOOK RUINS YOUR PERFECTLY GOOD AND HEALTHY SEX BUDDY?
I TEND TO BE BE DISCREET, WITH THE EXCEPTION OF A FEW CLOSE AND PERSONAL GIRLFRIENDS WHEN I EXCHANGE INFORMATION AND PICTURES :) OF NEW LOVE INTERESTS. SO RECENTLY I LOG INTO FACEBOOK AND SEE THE FREQUENT STATUS UPDATES OF MY NEW BUDDY. I
START TO READ...WHAT SEEMS TO BE A STREAM OF VARIOUS SEXUAL ESCAPADES MY BUDDY IS INVOLVED IN. IT WAS KINDA CUTE WHEN HE POSTED THAT HE WAS EXCITED THAT I WAS COMING OVER FOR A PAJAMA PARTY. THEN I SAW AFTER I LEFT HE WAS LOOKING FOR SOME MORE COMPANY!!!!!!
IT IS VERY IMPORTANT TO PUT INTO PERSPECTIVE A "NEW RELATIONSHIP" TO YOURSELF OR TO EACHOTHER. FUN CAN EASILY TURN INTO HEARTACHE, AND JEALOUSY.
I NO LONGER WANT TO BE "FRIENDS" WITH ANY OF MY "NEW AND BUDDING RELATIONSHIPS" I DO NOT WANT to SEE PICS OF THEIR SAT NIGHTS WITH SEVERAL WOMEN, THEN SEE THEIR PLANS OF CUDDLE NIGHTS WITH OTHER WOMEN...OR...MAYBE I SHOULD JUST START DATING MY AGE
ANGIE:
The great thing is, I'm finally having all the sex I want/need. Having come out of a 3 year once-a-month situation, it's refreshing. The problem is, I can't even keep up. That's the problem when you date someone who only has to worry about making it to class a couple times a week and whether their fake ID will work. I'm starting to have real "grown-up" worries and responsibilities (at last - and it sucks!!!), and sometimes these days, I just don't have the time nor energy to do it. And - ironically, considering my previous relationship - she says our sex life is going downhill and "we never do it anymore." I think an average of 5 times a week is pretty good, no? Be careful what you wish for.
EVA:
Not to sound like an infomercial but there is sex and then there is making love. Ok I am guilty, I am listening to NO ORDINARY LOVE by Sade and it is absolutely impossible to listen to her
music and not drift off into a sexy love making fantasy. You now I am right. If you haven’t put on her music to &*%*&^ to then you don’t like music on when you *^*&. I make my point. In high school it was Enigma that meant some heavy petting was about to go down. God I have always hated that phrase, “heavy petting” it sounds like a barn where you get to feed the animals but instead its people slobbering all over each other. It’s true some people have an aura about them that is SEX. Marilyn Monroe, Johnny Depp, Prince. I am not saying I am into Prince but I the man, all 4’11 of him besides having some of the hottest women as girlfriends, exudes sex. I like to think I have that energy Sexy People, Sexy Music, these are a few of my favorite things to think about or listen to, when I am having my “alone time.”
RANI:
I have never been the luckiest person when it comes to relationships. No poo poo pity party here, just keepin it real folks, and that's the truth. I have tried everything... meditating on it, sagging myself, smudging myself, putting "love" crystals in my belly button.. anything short of sacrificing a goat, I have done to try and perk up my luck. Then my friend Amanda used her feng shui knowledge and she told me all about the placement of my "love corner". Turns out my love corner was piled with bills, a painting my EX boyfriend made, and a whole lotta crap. It also turns out that having my neighbor’s toilet above my bed isn't the best either. They literally flush their shit onto me, but I can't change the placement of my bed because my NYC apartment is the size of a matchbook. So I cleaned it up a little.... but that didn't seem to last for very long. Needless to say, I'm still single but looking. And looking. Aaaaaand looking.....
DEE:
I need a sex make over. Why? Because I'm in a sexual rut. I don't feel sexual, or sexy, or anything. I feel really, lackluster. Blah. I want to be like a sex kitten, a bombshell, a sex diva again! I want to ooze sex, and leave a trail of sexual "oh my god-ness" EVERYWHERE I go, like a sexy non-deadly hot plague. I'm not sure how to regain, my inner prowess. I wish there was a drug I could take, to get it back. Like, E-but not so toxic, or like Viagra for regaining an inner sexy feeling for 4 long hot steamy hours or so! Or maybe a retreat in the woods or something. Or maybe... I just want to find my sexy! Where the hell did I put it?
Pubic Hairs...what do you do about them?
Dee:
Ahhh. Pubic hair. It means to be protection, but since its sooo uncute, we try to find ways to butcher it away. I just shave. Everyday, I shave something. I used to wax, but ouch. I can't imagine having a laser by my cooter, so forget lasering all that away, and letting it grow like a true Amazonian woman, only when I'm pissed @ my man. What bothers me the most are these random man hairs I have growing from my boobs. I have 3, and they really piss me off. I tweeze those f*ckers with a vengeance. To be honest, I can care less about my hair, regardless where it stems from and the landscaping that is required...except for the 3 random boob hairs. They are bastard hairs. Bastards
Rani:
To be honest with you, pubic hair is the least of my problems. I have pubes. Who cares. If I DIDN'T have pubes, well, then we'd have something to talk about.... like, why am I in my thirties and pubeless.
Melanie:
I'm really boring with this. I shave. That's all. I'm not a stripper and I don't wear Lady Gaga costumes all the time so my need for Absolute Pubic Perfection is rare.
Eva:
My hubby has his own preferences that require major upkeep. So if I am pissed at him, for whatever reason…I spitefully grow it out and parade it around in protest. I had a Russian woman who used to wax it for me…but that was before I was married and she’s like an hour from my house…
Angie:
Sometimes I shave, sometimes I use my buzz cutter for a really nice trim, sometimes my girlfriend tweezes my ingrowns. My girlfriend eats my pussy on a very consistent basis, no matter what the state of affairs down there, so I'm honestly pretty lazy about it. Except when I get those strays on my upper thighs, which I inevitably notice when I'm rocking a bikini in public. That's embarrassing and always sufficient motivation for me to get a nice clean shave in. I'll tell you what I DON'T do about my pubes. Use Veet (or Nair as some may know it). My male roommate, on the other hand, is a huge fan of using this particular product on his balls. I know this because I find his Veeted ball hair all over my bathtub. I am not a fan of Veet or ball hair.
Lauren:
I Laser. 6 times. hurts like a bitch! after a session or 2 they turn up the voltage baby. But once that hair is gone. I feel clean and sexy and suddenly in the mood :) and I want to show it off. Why does having a hair-free cooch put me in the mood?
Ahhh. Pubic hair. It means to be protection, but since its sooo uncute, we try to find ways to butcher it away. I just shave. Everyday, I shave something. I used to wax, but ouch. I can't imagine having a laser by my cooter, so forget lasering all that away, and letting it grow like a true Amazonian woman, only when I'm pissed @ my man. What bothers me the most are these random man hairs I have growing from my boobs. I have 3, and they really piss me off. I tweeze those f*ckers with a vengeance. To be honest, I can care less about my hair, regardless where it stems from and the landscaping that is required...except for the 3 random boob hairs. They are bastard hairs. Bastards
Rani:
To be honest with you, pubic hair is the least of my problems. I have pubes. Who cares. If I DIDN'T have pubes, well, then we'd have something to talk about.... like, why am I in my thirties and pubeless.
Melanie:
I'm really boring with this. I shave. That's all. I'm not a stripper and I don't wear Lady Gaga costumes all the time so my need for Absolute Pubic Perfection is rare.
Eva:
My hubby has his own preferences that require major upkeep. So if I am pissed at him, for whatever reason…I spitefully grow it out and parade it around in protest. I had a Russian woman who used to wax it for me…but that was before I was married and she’s like an hour from my house…
Angie:
Sometimes I shave, sometimes I use my buzz cutter for a really nice trim, sometimes my girlfriend tweezes my ingrowns. My girlfriend eats my pussy on a very consistent basis, no matter what the state of affairs down there, so I'm honestly pretty lazy about it. Except when I get those strays on my upper thighs, which I inevitably notice when I'm rocking a bikini in public. That's embarrassing and always sufficient motivation for me to get a nice clean shave in. I'll tell you what I DON'T do about my pubes. Use Veet (or Nair as some may know it). My male roommate, on the other hand, is a huge fan of using this particular product on his balls. I know this because I find his Veeted ball hair all over my bathtub. I am not a fan of Veet or ball hair.
Lauren:
I Laser. 6 times. hurts like a bitch! after a session or 2 they turn up the voltage baby. But once that hair is gone. I feel clean and sexy and suddenly in the mood :) and I want to show it off. Why does having a hair-free cooch put me in the mood?
Do you Cyberdate?
Lauren:
MGB
For some reason cyberdating is supposed to the new norm because everyone is doing it. But that in no way makes it normal.
It is completely un-organic, abnormal and just plain weird! If you met your mate online, good for you! I am in no way putting it down but its is really just so strange. The only thing I ever got out of it is some damn good stories. Lets talk about Dan. So perfect on paper, cute pictures, and he would write these really lovely letters to me. I was truly excited to meet him. My rule before meeting is a phone call. The voice...ah the voice will say it all. Dan's voice was sweet, and soft, and high pitched. It distracted me from the content of the conversation because it was oh, so...gay. I thought to myself hmm curious lets do this. The meeting: Dan was kind of irritated, animated, sweet yet bitchy hmm. A few dates later Dan became known as my gay boyfriend aka MGB.
I wanted to hang with him all the time, walk the dog, go to a movie, have a snow ball fight. He tried to kiss me. Usually after ingesting a couple of bottles of vino hard to turn down some good old fashioned sucking face but I had to. Something wasn't right. Yet, he made it past 4 dates and even came to dinner parties. I think I wanted to pop his gay cherry. I wanted him to come out to me first. I wanted to impact his life by making him see the light and free himself from this ugly hetero world. He never did. We got into a fight one night over text message and haven't spoken since :( I still wonder about him and his dog. I hope he found his happiness, or I find mine.
Dee:
So, I have a hypothesis. If my fiancée n I go on the same dating website, and try to find our true match...there is no way in hell we would be matched up! No way. The variables, the nuances the little things that annoy us about each other and people in general...well, they (the on line dating people, whomever those wizards are) would comb all that, fine tooth style...and well, let's just say my fiancée n I would not be together. So, do we go on and find "true love" or stay with each other, just cuz. Well, since I have no intention to fuck anyone new, I'm sticking with my man. Damn u e-harmony for inadvertently making me doubt my life choices! Damn you!
Eva:
I think cyberdating is crazy…the whole thing. Its one of those rare things that make me feel happy to be married and not involved with any it.
Don’t feel bad Dee I don’t match up on any categories with the hubby. Ignorance is bliss…but confirmation of a wrong life choice…now that is sick satisfaction at its finest!
Rani:
I don't want to find my "perfect match". If someone were looking for a "perfect match" and found me, I'd die of a fucking heart attack from all the pressure that entails. Who is PERFECT? And how do you know? How can I possibly put down on paper (or in this case, on computer), who I really am, when I'm still finding out? I love the thought of walking into a room, seeing someone I'm attracted to and letting cupid take over... I like the element of surprise, not the process of elimination based on what cyber space finds to be "compatible" with my "statistic". I have no idea what my type is, or what I'm looking for... but when I see it, when I feel the attraction, when there's chemistry, when I'm at the right place at the right time, when fate takes over, I'll know. So back off Mom, I'm not joining Match.com!
Mel:
I definitely did the online dating thing. At the time, it was one way to be pro-active about meeting people. New York is a big city and that wasn't working in my favor. I was finding it difficult to genuinely connect. I was meeting creepy guys in bars and getting whistled at on the sidewalk, but not running into any viable human beings. I signed up for Match & J-Date which are pretty standard fare. I liked being able to scroll through a bunch of people & take my pick in the safety of my own home, and I did some instant messaging, texting, emailing & calling. I went on some dates - (coffee at a coffee place, drinks at a bar, a weirdly long walk around NYC with his dog). But none of my first dates ever turned into second dates. No one was horrifyingly bad and no one was exciting. It was just a bunch of experiences I would define (as most Jews define all things) as "not terrible" or "meh". That said, I think it kept my dating muscle (wherever that is) in shape so that when a 'right' person finally came along, I could see how he was better than the rest.
Angie:
I don't cyberdate, but I have been cyberdumped. It's not fun to find out you are single via facebook. I recently engaged in a vicious cycle of being cyberdumped and cyber redumping. This also involved some defriending, and refriending, some more dumping, and a lot of "being in a relationship" and "it's complicated." At first, your cyberdrama elicits the sympathy of your friends, but eventually they just make fun of your fickleness on your facebook page. I recommend you think twice before altering that relationship status more than twice in one day.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Are you waiting for him to leave his wife?
Lauren: The Great Recycler
How would you handle a great lover/ex-boyfriend who is married, lives in another state and continues to text/call & try to see you?
Do you know how curiosity killed the cat? Well I do and I can say is that I am curious, even though death awaits me on the other side. Is he leaving his wife? Did he marry the wrong woman? Was I the one who got away? It is so dreamy to sit and think that this can all be true...but is it really? There is something that is scary and exciting about the possibility of re-uniting with this one great love. He told me he missed me and he thinks about me all the time and wants to see me. It is nice to hear, almost a sweet victory. I knew in my heart he would grow up one day and realize what he had! But the reality is they do not leave their wives. Maybe a small percent do, and the words may in fact be somewhat truthful, but I can not take that chance. I can't help but feel that he is is looking to escape his adult life sentence for an indulgent weekend just to return with a belly full of cake. Yum
Dee: Yeah, I did it, so what? And I did him, so what about that too? And I broke up w/ him (cuz I knew he wasn't gonna leave his wife) and now he doesn't talk to me. Like I'm the asshole.
If he would done what he said, maybe our lives would’ve been different, maybe not. To be honest with you, I can seriously care less. It was stupid on my part to fall for such bullshit like "I love you" when he also said, "I would deny you to god.". What a fucking ass, and I was the stupid retard that believed the hype, the lies...and if I hurt a really good guy in the process, and I still can't really look @ myself in the mirror, cuz there is a part of me that has no respect for myself.
So, if you having fucked a married guy, don't, they don't leave, but they will lie like they will. Oh, and if you are, run away! Run away, they are having their cake and eating it too (or whatever the fucking cliché is) or fuck em, but don't believe the hype! Oh, and if they do leave, can u really trust em?
Rani: I don't know what to say. I was desperately in need of something familiar. I was so lonely and needed someone to love me. The smell of a man that brought back the memories when we were together. The feel of the body that held me and brought me comfort a long, long time ago. I honestly felt someone else married my husband. He lied to both of us, and I broke it off because I had too much respect for women to keep it up any longer. I couldn't live with myself if she found out. I pictured her crying on the floor, feeling hurt and cheated on.... and I would be the cause of another woman's pain. In the beginning, I had the mentality of "I had him first". In the end, I had the mentality of "you can keep him, he's an asshole player". I'm not a bad person, I just made some bad choices, and I feel sorry, mostly for her. I hope that if she ever found out, she would forgive me.
Eva: Be careful what you wish for…is all I can say Lau. I know a woman or two who had been in the “waiting for him to leave mode” only to end up getting exactly what she wanted…a cheating husband of her very own! Adultery was something I grew up with, and consequently it has made me super jealous in every relationship I ever had. I am always waiting to be cheated on and blow up if anyone even looks at my husband. Personally I think women go for married men as a type…like I am into guys with muscles or blonde guys…or Married Men. It makes me a bit crazy but I know its true.
Melanie: Yeah...a lot of cake and eating cake and eating cake while eating other cake. I've never eaten a married man's cake. At least not that I'm aware of. But I did screw around with someone else's boyfriend once (a thousand years ago - in my troubled youth) and I think it's the only thing in my entire life that I 100% regret. There was nothing gained from that experience. I learned nothing. I got nothing. It was just a big exercise in stupidity. And I never want to do that again.
How would you handle a great lover/ex-boyfriend who is married, lives in another state and continues to text/call & try to see you?
Do you know how curiosity killed the cat? Well I do and I can say is that I am curious, even though death awaits me on the other side. Is he leaving his wife? Did he marry the wrong woman? Was I the one who got away? It is so dreamy to sit and think that this can all be true...but is it really? There is something that is scary and exciting about the possibility of re-uniting with this one great love. He told me he missed me and he thinks about me all the time and wants to see me. It is nice to hear, almost a sweet victory. I knew in my heart he would grow up one day and realize what he had! But the reality is they do not leave their wives. Maybe a small percent do, and the words may in fact be somewhat truthful, but I can not take that chance. I can't help but feel that he is is looking to escape his adult life sentence for an indulgent weekend just to return with a belly full of cake. Yum
Dee: Yeah, I did it, so what? And I did him, so what about that too? And I broke up w/ him (cuz I knew he wasn't gonna leave his wife) and now he doesn't talk to me. Like I'm the asshole.
If he would done what he said, maybe our lives would’ve been different, maybe not. To be honest with you, I can seriously care less. It was stupid on my part to fall for such bullshit like "I love you" when he also said, "I would deny you to god.". What a fucking ass, and I was the stupid retard that believed the hype, the lies...and if I hurt a really good guy in the process, and I still can't really look @ myself in the mirror, cuz there is a part of me that has no respect for myself.
So, if you having fucked a married guy, don't, they don't leave, but they will lie like they will. Oh, and if you are, run away! Run away, they are having their cake and eating it too (or whatever the fucking cliché is) or fuck em, but don't believe the hype! Oh, and if they do leave, can u really trust em?
Rani: I don't know what to say. I was desperately in need of something familiar. I was so lonely and needed someone to love me. The smell of a man that brought back the memories when we were together. The feel of the body that held me and brought me comfort a long, long time ago. I honestly felt someone else married my husband. He lied to both of us, and I broke it off because I had too much respect for women to keep it up any longer. I couldn't live with myself if she found out. I pictured her crying on the floor, feeling hurt and cheated on.... and I would be the cause of another woman's pain. In the beginning, I had the mentality of "I had him first". In the end, I had the mentality of "you can keep him, he's an asshole player". I'm not a bad person, I just made some bad choices, and I feel sorry, mostly for her. I hope that if she ever found out, she would forgive me.
Eva: Be careful what you wish for…is all I can say Lau. I know a woman or two who had been in the “waiting for him to leave mode” only to end up getting exactly what she wanted…a cheating husband of her very own! Adultery was something I grew up with, and consequently it has made me super jealous in every relationship I ever had. I am always waiting to be cheated on and blow up if anyone even looks at my husband. Personally I think women go for married men as a type…like I am into guys with muscles or blonde guys…or Married Men. It makes me a bit crazy but I know its true.
Melanie: Yeah...a lot of cake and eating cake and eating cake while eating other cake. I've never eaten a married man's cake. At least not that I'm aware of. But I did screw around with someone else's boyfriend once (a thousand years ago - in my troubled youth) and I think it's the only thing in my entire life that I 100% regret. There was nothing gained from that experience. I learned nothing. I got nothing. It was just a big exercise in stupidity. And I never want to do that again.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
What @ Weddings?
Eva:
Top 3 things about my wedding
1. It was beautiful...people still talk about my wedding...Malibu, private estate...every detail...thought out and coordinated...by my Mother and me...let's just say she is still paying for that day.
2. Family & Friends...flew from all over the country and world to be with my husband and I on that day. It was a whole weekend of celebrating and being with my favorite people :) I was so happy to share my wedding with my Father and Two Aunts, who are no longer with us.
3. The Love...enough said
And all three are captured on my wedding video. The dramatic edited version, with music and slide show that my videographer made...and the raw footage, which is priceless.
I still carry my wedding video around when I travel. I went to Barcelona and met up with a friend from NY, he is an airline attendant. After stuffing our faces all night long we returned to the apartment I had rented. Ten seconds after we walk in the door, I pop in my wedding video. He went crazy..."why do you have this?"
Me...I was totally into the video..."look its you...and me, and oh look at those centerpieces." My wedding video was like a traveling security blanket.
Who is video taping your wedding Dee? Mel?
Top 3 things about my wedding
1. It was beautiful...people still talk about my wedding...Malibu, private estate...every detail...thought out and coordinated...by my Mother and me...let's just say she is still paying for that day.
2. Family & Friends...flew from all over the country and world to be with my husband and I on that day. It was a whole weekend of celebrating and being with my favorite people :) I was so happy to share my wedding with my Father and Two Aunts, who are no longer with us.
3. The Love...enough said
And all three are captured on my wedding video. The dramatic edited version, with music and slide show that my videographer made...and the raw footage, which is priceless.
I still carry my wedding video around when I travel. I went to Barcelona and met up with a friend from NY, he is an airline attendant. After stuffing our faces all night long we returned to the apartment I had rented. Ten seconds after we walk in the door, I pop in my wedding video. He went crazy..."why do you have this?"
Me...I was totally into the video..."look its you...and me, and oh look at those centerpieces." My wedding video was like a traveling security blanket.
Who is video taping your wedding Dee? Mel?
What @ Weddings?
The Party Planner in…
Dee:
I've always loved going to parties, I mean who doesn't! (Unless you have social anxiety, then, ok I understand if you don't like parties.). But, I never planned one. So, when my fiancée and I decided to get married, upon looking at our meager funds, I realized, "Jesus Christ, I'm gonna have to plan this bad boy myself!". So, after getting over the feeling of wanting to throw up all over myself, I embarked on planning my wedding.
Oh my god guys, I f*cking love planning this thing!! I mean, the fact that I, Dolores Diaz, conceive of an idea, have it materialize, and this awesome idea of a certain type of party will come about, and it was because of my actual hard work...f*ucking astounding! Seriously. Unbelievable.
It's getting to the point that I want to plan other people’s parties. I can picture, centerpieces, and layouts and color schemes, and since I've worked in the hospitality industry for more than I'd like to admit, I just totally get it! I love it! I want to do more of it!
Guys, I've found my inner party planning chick! And now she wants to come out, be proud, and f*ucking plan a party!!!
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