Sonia and her Italian Stallion

Sonia had the travel bug again. Off to Italy she went. After hiking around Cinque Terre she was ready for some relaxing exploration of the romantic island of Capri. She joined a tour group and was looking around for something that may catch her eye, and there he was. The gorgeous, dark Italian tour guide. She had to really get a good look, and asked her new tour group friends to allow her to pretend like she was photographing them when in fact she was zooming in on the gorgeous man in the background. Off she went exploring the island, and at the end of the day, her Italian Stallion found her. He asked where had she been all day? Never before had she spotted a dream man, and lusted after him, and had him lust after just as much....how perfect is this? When does this situation really happen? They took the back seat on the boat, and despite crowds of tourists being all around them, they completely were overtaken by passion. They made out, hands, lips, everything going in all directions. They blocked out the world in that moment of Italian romance. Upon getting back to shore, they waited until everyone left the boat and they found a stairwell, that was less than ideal in the privacy category. Did they care? No way. They stripped off clothing, lips locked, and in the heat of the moment, didn't mind if the world was watching. All the goods were on display in this moment of raw passion. The day and evening could not continue because Ms Sonia had to get back to the ship. She left in a state of pure bliss, with memories of her gorgeous Italian Stallion!

When to go there

Dania finally found a quality man. It was almost unbelievable to have found such a gem. Unlike past situations, this one felt right. She and Mr Right were taking it slow. They were enjoying getting to know one another. They laughed over the situation Dania was in, they snuggled, they made dinner and they walked the dog. They were not rushing to the bedroom, like she had many times before....she knew all well how that story ended. She allowed herself to take the time. So when is the right time to go there? To take it to that next level with someone? When do you trust them enough to be intimate? Dania let her feelings guide her, as did Mr Right and they took their sweet time. Perhaps this is the best start Dania has ever had? There is promise with this one I think!

Stolen Socks

One evening, when 3 of the rockin chicks were out having drinks, a corral member aka Mr. Cat Room was texting like mad to meet up with Veronica. She finally gave in, he showed up and had a drink, but the other 2 girls were bored and quickly decided they would part ways. Mimi and Ina departed to a big club scene, where they were treated as VIPs and were amidst music, men and energy. Veronica continued to sip her drink with Mr. Cat Room until they both decided that it was time to face the reality of why they were both there. They simply wanted to hook up. Ok, she said it. She wanted nothing more, and who knows what he wanted, but this was all he was going to get. Veronica went back to his place, had her fun with him and felt sexy and enjoyed every bit of it.

But as he dozed off, she snuck out and without wanting to waste time, she grabbed what looked like a handful of black socks and her pair of boots and tip-toed out the front door and into the hallway of the building. Still buzzed from her cocktails, as well as embarrassed about her "rapid male-like departure" she sat down on the ground in front of his front door. There, she attempted to sort out the black socks, and realized she had her pair and his pair there in front of her. As she was struggling to pull on the socks and boots, the front door opens, and Mr. Cat Room looks down to find Veronica struggling with her boots outside his door in the middle of the night with no goodbye and then, he sees his socks, and asks, "why are you taking my socks?" The poor guy was confused, and apparently in all of his bewilderment thought Veronica was a sock burglar at that. She quickly handed him his socks, dusted herself off and stood up and said a quick goodbye and headed out to meet her 2 girls at the club. She was greeted with hours more of fun and excitement with Mimi and Ina, the evening lasted well into the morning. Perhaps the lesson here is, when you are trying to be stealth and sneak off, bring a pocket flashlight so you can ensure you get your belongings and not his?

Lies Lies Lies Lies

You know...karma always catches up!

Oh, the crime scene

It is every woman's nightmare. Elisa stays in touch with the dark haired hottie she met on the slopes months before. She finds herself in his city, and they make a date to meet up. He takes her for a drink and dinner at his friends new hot spot. They have great conversation and flirtation. As they leave the restaurant, there is that element of ambiguity. Do they end the date, does he invite her up, does she go, do they dive into the moment? He invites her up. She goes because she is feeling carefree, and she knows this will not be a long term relationship of any kind, so what the hell? Soon enough, they end up in the bedroom. Elisa sits on the bed, trying to figure out what position she should be in? Should she sit, lay down, or recline half way? Soon enough, they reach the point of no return. Do they have sex or just call it a night and leave while the mystery is still intact? In her state of mind, Elisa goes for the sex. He was hot, and this night was going well. Suddenly, she realize that there may be a bit too much moisture in the passion zone. She realizes that her worst nightmare is coming true here and now, with this guy she barely knows on his crisp white sheets! Her wonderful new birth control pills, Yasmin, just were not working with her body and boom, out of nowhere she had found herself in a blood bath as she is trying to have hot sex with this new guy. Its one of those moments, you want to push a button and get spit out somewhere else. Anywhere else....like in the middle of a park in the winter, or even in the ghetto somewhere in some scary city, but that button is no where to be found. Elisa has to think quickly, compose herself and try not to jump out of the 6th story window. He pulls off the bloody sheets, and throws them in the shower. She helps re-sheet the bed, and settle in to attempt to sleep. While all the while, she is totally dying. In the morning, he showers for work, and Elisa sneaks out to the living room. She rips the subscription information from a magazine she spied on the coffee table. Her idea: try to make the blood bath somehow better by sending him brand new white sheets. Its the only respectable thing to do, right? So she does, and he thanks her via text when he gets them, and thats the end of that. They never communicate again.

Monique and the 2 pump chump

Sometimes the way you imagine someone to be may not turn out quite so perfectly. Especially when the outcomes involve wet pants. Monique thought Frank was a hottie, and was excited when he was interested in hanging out. She was excited when he called. She also liked the idea of hanging out in a group first so that it would be more comfortable and fun. So one evening, her friends invited them both over to watch the game and have some beers. The evening went well. Soon after, Frank called to take Monique out again. They had a few drinks and went back to her place. While on the couch, relaxing together swiftly moved into a make out session and soon enough he was on top of her. As they made out, she noticed him making a few barely audible sounds. They could be described as grunts or sighs of passion perhaps? Naturally, as their bodies got into the rhythm, the make out session really soared. Abruptly, Frank jumped up and ran to the bathroom. Monique lay there on the couch wondering what the hell happened? 5 minutes later he returned in a different pair of pants. She tried to figure out why he would change mid-make out session?

The answer:

Not wanting to pre-judge, she gave him another shot, and this time, he changed mid make out to pajama pants to be "more comfortable". Yikes! Twice in a row was enough for Monique to properly name him the Enough said.

Priscilla and the art of coincidence

To stay Priscilla was strategic and persistent is an understatement of sorts.  She mapped out a plan, and she picked up clues and she relentlessly pursued to try to achieve the chance meetings she hoped for.  It seems ironic that chance meetings and pursuing/strategic are all in the same sentence, and you are correct in thinking this.  But for Priscilla, arranging what seemed to be a "chance occurrence" was an art form.  

Priscilla met Jared when he was tied up in another relationship, but she had a strong sense that they would make a good pair.  That feeling never died, and she secretly pined for him and hoped for a day when he would become single and available.  So, she set out on her careful plan to get her morning coffee at the Starbucks next door to his employer.  She figured increasing her odds of a "chance meeting" would be helpful.  Then she did something that was bolder than bold.  She noticed a man in that Starbucks every time that she went.  Always in the same spot near the send off bar where groggy humans grabbed their just made caffeinated concoctions.  She figured that he may know Jared, and be able to provide some important Jared hunting clues.  Many of the rockin chicks would be paralyzed by fear or embarrassment at this point and proceed no further, but not Priscilla.  This man became her confidante, and a go-between of sorts.  He scoped out the scene, he found out the ins and outs of Jared's current love life, and mentioned he had an admirer.  One day, the man had overstepped his bounds and told Jared that he was being pursued, complete with details of her Starbucks stalking.  While Priscilla was embarrassed and faced him a few days later, she never lost the hope.  She decided to stop the Starbucks antics and hope for timing to eventually be on her side.

On the eve of her birthday party, she set out with a pal to grab a drink.  Perhaps the stars were aligned, and perhaps she had good birthday karma?  Enter Jared.  Priscilla tries to quell her excitement.  The evening goes on and the banter escalates.  By the end of the night, the flirtation increased.  Digits exchanged, hand on shoulder, and she ends the night with feelings of hope and happiness.  

Sometimes you can push chance, but then it is not really chance at all.  Letting things happen in life can be sweet.  Who knows what will come of Priscilla and Jared, but certainly she enjoyed letting it happen naturally that night!

Denise and the Trainer

Denise liked big guys who were cut and athletic.  She followed one home one evening, and left the door open.  In he went, off went the clothes, in went him, and then she heard a knock knock.  In came Trainer #2, his friend, ready for a hearty 3-some!  In he came, off came his clothes and soon Denise was wrapped up between 2 beefcakes, being fondled, touched, kissed and penetrated by both.  Although this was her first time with adventures of this nature, she just went with it.  She had quite a story to brag about with her friends later, leaving all of them gasping, mouths covered and quite in shock!

Tangled up love nest

Take the following scenario:  Bobby hooks up with Tizzy.  Tizzy crushes on Bobby, but Bobby is not interested in anything serious.  Time passes.  Then one day Tizzy meets Bobby's brother in a bar and tries to pursue him.  the only person in the equation that knows she tried for both is Tizzy. In the end, Tizzy did not end up with either.  Sometimes family and or friends may not realize that they in fact have hooked up or had relations with the same person, but it can happen in a small town or even a big city.  The most interesting part is the person who knew all along that they were drinking from the same trough and still went for it, figuring second best was still worth it?  Estelle and friends think that this is a little desperate, and a whole lot weird.  But, nevertheless, men and women alike still do this.  Why?

  

Hasn't anyone heard of the term "sloppy seconds"?  Estelle and girls think sloppy seconds are for gross, fat, very un-gorgeous kind of people and prefer to avoid those situations at all costs!  For those that are in these tangled up love nests and had no idea, Estelle likes to give you her condolences.  Truly, she is quite sorry.

Bentley Mama

Sometimes you run across a person that is memorable for one reason or another.  And you just cannot forget them.  During a recent bachelorette adventure, Estee met that very kind of person.  She was blond, full of energy, and not fearful of anything in the least.  She owned it.  She talked about wanting to drive up to the party in her Bentley, but dealing with the fact that she would have to take her Escalade instead with the 22 inch rims, sigh....that was so, second choice for her!  Her first choice wheels had been loaned out to the husband of said Bentley Mama.  And she was ok with him taking the Bentley for his boys night out.  Following that, a conversation ignited amongst the girls about Bentleys.  Who knew these girls knew anything about Bentleys?  Estee was clearly needing more high end automobile knowledge to hang with this posse!  As the evening, progressed, Bentley Mama became even more interesting.  She wore an animal print dress which fit her like a glove, she had more sparkles on her than the ladies of the red carpet, and her humor was as sharp as a knife.  She ensured we had good service, and that things were just right, all the while never forgetting to keep the fun meter on high.  Estee had a feeling that this Mama got what she wanted in life, and had fun along the way.  Even though, Estee was a far cry from this Bentley Mama, she did learn a few good pearls about life.  Don't be shy to ask for what you want--you just might get it.  Don't take crap from anyone, because you just don't have to!  And have fun, enjoy life and don't take anything too seriously!  

Cougalicious

While cougars have gotten a bad rap recently, one mustn't overlook the benefits of a prime cougar.  While they may have a bit more mileage than the young starlets on the scene running around in their short shorts, there are obvious advantages of sacking up with a cougar.

1.  They have years of experience

2.  Their sex drive is usually pretty high and they are comfortable with themselves

3.  Many times, their body has settled into an attractive beacon of beauty...(no college beer tummies, if they had children...they are fit again, and in general, things fall into place at this age)

4.  They may buy you drinks for a change

5.  They aren't looking for a sugar daddy

6.  There will certainly be interesting conversation

7.  Who doesn't like to be chased every now and then?

8.  They may let you drive their nice car

9.  They are not looking to have babies

10. The sound of purring can be nice

Women of all ages have their benefits, but in the name of cougars everywhere, I think they deserve a break.  If you feel like sampling some cougar meat, go on, enjoy.  

Ex Factor

DePaula was having one of those "lucky weeks".  We like to call it the ex factor.  She ran into 3 ex boys in a single week.  The odds of that happening would usually be quite slim, but perhaps the stars were aligned?  She saw Pastor Man while he was sitting with a dinner date....talk about awkward.  Then she saw Jonty who pretended not to see her, it was a classic case of eyes darting in any direction but the most likely one.  Finally, she spied Perch who actually gave her a queasy feeling in her stomach.  How many more exes can I run into in this town, she pondered?  I mean, really, do I need to have a disguise in the back seat to run to Target?   Was it because she dated so many boys that this was her reality or was she just having an incredibly "unlucky" stretch?

When its time to give up the corral

Dismantling a Corral can be just as tough as putting one together!

  

We all watched Sex in the City, and understand how much fun a girl can have with her posse of fabulous friends.  The happy hour adventures, the date stories or sagas as they sometimes turn out to be and the humbling moments you share with only your girls.  Just like buying new shoes, finding a new corral member can be a thrill.  One can imagine how a conquerer felt when he discovered a new chunk of land!  First things first, creating the descriptor for the new member is always fun.  Samantha curls her mouth with fondness as she thinks of past descriptors, "sockboy", "young buck", "perch", "Jersey", etc.  There is a temporary, "savor the moment" kind of mentality that goes hand in hand with corral management.  Samantha and her girls know that these boys, and men in some cases will only be around for a while.  Its exciting when there is a new crop to explore.  Some friends have a few regular members who have enough charisma to stand out in a corral, and enough mystery to stay at arms length.  They have staying power, but only as a corral member.  They will never graduate to anything further. There seems to be nothing wrong with this for either person.  C'est la vie!

Sometimes you encounter a beautiful specimen, and typically if they are that gorgeous from an exterior perspective....they most likely do not amount to as much in the inside.  That being said, they can be considered corral beautification.  Let them spruce things up for a bit?!  There are those that can contribute adventure, romance, drunken moments shared or company when things are rough.  Everyone has a place.  Rarely, there is a front runner who establishes himself at a different level.  Usually there is a wait and see pattern to see what comes of this champion corral member?  

Juggling corral members can be challenging at times.  Remembering names, professions, pets, injuries, food preferences, and the like can be a great deal of information for one to memorize.  Perhaps we should create study tools of sorts for gals looking to optimize their management skills?  You say cheat sheet, I say Blackberry memo.  Either way, notes can be helpful.  

Then once upon a time, you may get lucky and encounter a person who really jolts you.  This caliber of person usually is a big fat sign that the corral herding is coming to a screeching halt.  The days of texting 3 boys at once and not caring much about any particular corral member are gone.  This person is beyond front runner status.  This is usually someone that you realize quite rapidly falls into a whole different category in life.  They can make a girl kick her corral to the curb in an instant!  A girl could go from a 10 boy corral wielding genius to a taken woman in a matter of days and be happy as a girl who won a pair of free Jimmy Choos!  

In such cases of the heart, girls need to dismantle the corral as their focus quickly becomes centered on the single, wonderful man.  Are their risks?  Indeed.  You risk it all.  You risk your heart being broken into a gazillion pieces.  You risk losing all of the clever corral building you have worked so hard for.  You may lose your regular happy hour dates.  You may be accused of  going to the dark side, etc.  But if it pans out, it can be well worth the sacrifice.  

Corral dismantling requires 2 typical types of actions.  One is easy, the blow off.  Let things fizzle, die out and remain a mystery.  The other requires some form of communication notifying the members that your status has changed and you are now off the corral herding market. The key is not continuing random engagement with corral members just in case.....when you really don't care about them at all, because in the end this could severely backfire in many ways.  When its done, its done.  

So girls, get out there an find corral members if you are single.....there will be plenty of time to be snuggled up by the fire with your dreamboat.  If you have found someone amazing, then kick the corral members to the curb and enjoy having a beautiful person next to you to do whatever you want with!

Bizarre Love Triangle

Just when we thought adult life was dull in comparison to the juicy teen age dramas we all loved so very much. Any Rockin Chick or their male counterparts for that matter, remember the time when we were glued to the television, in disbelief of what was going down on 90210.  Brenda fell in love with Dylan.  He was her first, he had her heart, and she trusted him.  Kelly was her best friend, she could depend on her and she trusted her of course.  Someone like Brenda would only assume that if she went away for the summer, her boyfriend and her best friend would be looking out for her best interests. Assumptions can be pointless. We all know how heart-wrenching that awkward moment was when Kelly and Dylan appeared at Brenda's front door.  

They wanted to confront Brenda and tell her everything.  They wanted to bleed their souls of guilt and lay it out there, doing the right thing by finally coming clean.  Brenda basically told them to screw off, ran away crying and who knows if Dylan and Kelly thought much about it that evening.  The moral to this story is that any bizarre love triangle is going to end with someone being broken hearted.  It may be temporary, and it may fizzle out and be kosher in the end.  But for that uncomfortable period of time, it can be a real bizarro thing.  Telling the truth will always make one feel better, even if you get a door slammed in your face, or a starbucks thrown at you.  In the end, love hurts.

Datefully Busy

Dating can be an artform.  Truly, to master the fine art of booking dates, cleverly keeping openings for pop ups, and ensuring ample time for hair, nails, shopping and beauty rest......this in itself is an accomplishment.  Not all women are armed equally for this social dance of sorts. Some girls dive off the springboard high dive without an ounce of fear, embracing every unknown nook lurking behind the web profiles.  While others, stand poolside, skeptical of the water temperature and unsure if its worth that initial chill of jumping in.  And yet some even more unusual girls, just cannon ball in, making splashes and faux-pas and annoying everyone in the reachable vicinity.  The success varies in each case.  And well, "success" can be defined in many ways all of them being relative.  The real question a Rockin Chick may ponder is whether more dates equals a better dating life?  or if all of the temporary butterflies and subsequent let downs are a time suck?

is the grass ever greener?

The saying is used so much, its almost tired.  But it has a lot of real merit.  In today's world, we think we can find ways to make ourselves look younger and better by purchasing a new hip outfit, or by dying our hair.  We think we will be happy if we just buy that fancy new car we love so much.  We think perhaps our lives will be more fulfilled if we live in that perfect home with kids and a pet.  We think that losing 5 lbs will turn us into Cindy Crawford in her early years of hotness. Perhaps we think we will feel more accomplished if we take that other job down the street?  And sometimes when we are comfortable, we may wonder if there may be more excitement and fulfillment with someone aside from the one we are with.  We have all believed, whether momentarily or longer, that the grass may be greener on the other side.  The reality is that it usually is not.  If we have a good thing, we should cherish it.  If we have a good life, we should not try to yearn for someone else's.  And if we suddenly feel like life could be more exciting, well.....of course it could be.  But remember, excitement is a very temporary feeling.  Its wonderful by all means, and those things that make us feel important, sexy or sought after cannot hold a candle to knowing that someone understands the ins and outs of every element of your person and still loves you unconditionally.  Its the lows in life that make us appreciate this the most.  When things are going well and all is good, its easy to keep searching for more fun, more excitement and more good times.  But when we've been knocked down, when we are feeling dejected, overwhelmed, weak, unsure of ourselves, those are times that it is wonderful to have someone by your side that knows you and loves you.  Lets linger on that for a bit, and lay out a blanket on our perfectly green grass and smile and realize how lucky we truly are.

International Playboy

The international playboy profile is one we all can recognize, and at times appreciate.  He is charming, fun loving, mysterious and impossible to pin down.  But with all of that good, one imagines that there may be a shot of the bad as well?  a broken heart in one continent, a stalker in the States, an immigrant pseudo-girlfriend manning his favorite grocery store....there certainly can be a lot to manage.  But the international playboy has plenty of stories, and antics to linger on as he sits on the beach sipping a beer.  He certainly has a memory or two that can bring a smirk to his face on occasion and clearly no regrets.  

Dita and the Spanish Baby Boy

Dita sighs thinking that her vacation must end all too abruptly.  She packed all of those colorful dresses!  After a rough day, Dita decides she needs a night out on her vacation.  She wants to put on a dress, look fabulous, have a good meal, some cocktails, maybe some dancing and hopefully find a good looking guy to make her feel better about life.  She sets out, little town beware.  She hops from one place to the next, her mood improving by the hour.  The sassiness was being injected into her veins, as she gained courage and confidence which projected at the bar and later on the dance floor.  She sits with her friend sipping a sweet concoction, and spots a handsome, chiseled face man, er....boy.  He was not her typical style.  He wore a long, curly mane of sun-kissed locks, he was foreign, and had such young, tan skin.  In the back of her mind, she knew he was very young, but dismissed the thoughts and forged ahead.  Soon enough, she found herself on the dance floor, being kissed forcefully.  Her friend glanced over, and thought that Dita might be getting her face eaten off, but alas....it was just a passionate kiss of sorts.  Dita was happy, all thoughts of disappointment were diminished and she was in the moment, enjoying every aspect of this handsome young stranger.  Her friend got sleepy, and decided to call it a night.  Who knows what came of Dita and the very young Spanish boy......

The pinner

Some like chocolate, some fancy vanilla.  Some girls like big, strong men, others like the lean, trim gentlemen.  You say tomAto, I say tomOto!  Lexie liked them lean, mean, compact and trim.  There was no need for a big meaty man, she did not want to feel like a skyscraper was laying on top of her, stifling her breathing.  She wanted agility like a fox.  In other words, she liked pinners.  Some may look down upon the pinner.  Some girls think that a pinner by nature, makes them feel bigger and girls generally want to feel small.  Others appreciate the lithe, fashionable pinner.  Nevertheless, Lexie was a pinner magnet, they came from all directions.  During her tropical vacation, she was faced with an adorable pinner that soon became an admirer right back.  Through hours of drinks, socializing and dancing, she became velcroed to the pinner on the dance floor.  They grooved, gyrated and swayed to the beats, as the pinner contemplated how much he wanted to kiss her.  This steamy session with the pinner was all too innocent, as it ended before it ever began.  The lesson learned is, don't underestimate the pinner.  They have moves, they have passion, they have enough to get things steamy while maintaining their ability to be sweet and adorable.  Next time you go out for a meat stick, consider a little pinner fox instead.

Cater Waiter and the Workbench

Leila was a free spirit.  She did what she felt, and did who she felt.  She loved to party and meet new people and was certainly up for anything.  Luckily Leila is well connected and gets invited to fabulous parties and events, which she always enjoys.  Last year she was frolicking at the annual catered party and noticed the handsome waiter who ensured her champagne glass was always full.  She loved that.  Easily distracted, she forgot him.  That evening kept her busy and she never thought of her cater waiter again.  Until the next year that is.....when she arrived at the garden party dressed to kill and sauntering around the party with her champagne glass once again.  She spotted the hot cater waiter, who never lets her glass become empty.  She liked all of this attention, she liked even better that he was a man who can tend to her needs.  As the night wore on, so did the champagne which led her to a relaxing spot near the fireplace.  Finally, the cater waiter finds her, and sits down, with a bottle of bubbly in hand.  He tells her that he can afford to take a break to sit with a lovely lady.  They consume the fizzy juice, and she soon has her legs on his lap, and they are canoodling by the fire as if no one else is around.  After the bottle is dry, he takes her hand and leads her to the front of the house because the heat was becoming too much between the two of them.  They realize that they can get into the garage.  Finally a little privacy, they think, and enter to find a workbench just waiting there in the moonlit garage.  Before she knows it, Leila is on the workbench, dress pulled up and making the most of this newly found prop.  What a party, she thinks, and suddenly has a new admirer, Mr Cater Waiter.  Who said that mixing the service industry and construction was a bad thing?

The witching hour

Some say that strange things happen during a full moon.  Yet, no one had warned us about the witching hour.  Ally was staying in a hotel where she was attending a convention of Star Trek followers.  Her good friend, Glenda, joined her for a little fun amongst the Trekkies.  Needless to say Ally had too many cocktails and at a certain point had to leave the bar as the pictures on the walls seemed to be moving...she knew she had reached her limit!  (she later found out that the pictures actually do move) Ally got out of Dodge fast and headed back to her hotel before she could do any damage. She was a good girl!  No drama.  She was feeling proud of herself.  When she awoke the next morning, she found that her phone had 10 missed calls from Glenda between 3 and 4 in the morning. This could not be good. Her mind raced with stories. She listened to her voicemails and Glenda was frantic...telling Ally to call her urgently and that she needed her help. Ally immediately calls Glenda back to hear about the drama she missed. So, this is what had happened:  Apparently another friend of theirs (Lets call him Charlie) had gotten a little too intoxicated that night and Glenda tried to take care of him and brought him back to her hotel room to sleep it off.  Glenda had the very best of intentions.  Unfortunately, this boy, Charlie, had something else on his mind and proceeded to very quickly get NAKED. He just stripped down right then and there!  Glenda freaked out and yelled at him to leave and locked herself in the bathroom.  She heard the hotel room door shut and when she peeked out, it appeared the coast was clear. But when she came out of the bathroom, she realized Charlie had left without she found his clothes (his pants and shirt) were still on the floor.  This drunk boy had left her room NAKED NAKED NAKED!!  She searched the hallways for him but could not find him.  So, Ally decides to call the front desk and asked if they had had any "incidents" the night before. She explains innocently that she was getting ice and saw a naked man walking around the halls.  She thought this would get a huge reaction from the hotel management,"oh my gosh!  I am so sorry!" or "yes, we had a man arrested for indecent exposure" but what she got instead was, "Ah, yes, this happens quite frequently"  Um, WTF!!! Ally could not believe her ears.  The receptionist proceeds to ask "May I ask you what time you saw the man?" and Ally says that she spotted him between 3 and 4 am.  He responds "Ah, yes, that is the witching hour"  So, the moral of this story is: 1) don't help out drunk horny men 2) do not walk around hotels during the witching hour as you may encounter naked sleepwalkers.  The End. ps--Charlie somehow caught a cab with his blazer, boxers and shoes (no socks) back to his hotel...he is now known as "TheStreaker"

Metro man or painfully Gay?

Have you ever wondered if a guy is more worried about his hair than you are?  

Have you found better wrinkle cream in his vanity than what you have on your bathroom shelf? 

Have you been asked on a date that included the phrase, "lets have some retail therapy!"

Well, if this is the case you may indeed have a man on your hands that is not really interested in imaging you naked.  Rather, he is trying to suppress his inner calling to emulate the metro man.  So you date him, blindly thinking there is a chance for romance, but quickly realizing he should try out for Queer Eye for the Straight Guy.

The metro man is sure of his manhood, fancies women without a doubt, but appreciates fashion, looking good and may obsess over hygiene and coiffing much like a chick.   You will notice he has roving eyes like all men do, when a short skirt saunters by, and yet all the while he can pick out a great pair of gladiators for you.  

Steffie learned the hard way, and thought there was hope.  Never make the mistake of confusing these 2 entities.  One wants to date you, the other only wants to use you as a pawn in his quest to "straighten" himself out.

Cabo and the rings

The girls head to Cabo to have a nice retreat, they hoped for fun in the sun, relaxation, girl time and perhaps, if they are lucky, to meet some eligible and attractive men.

Dolly found her element at the pool, as she pounded fruity drinks and built up her liquid courage. Down the hatch they went, and with each drink, she felt more carefree and soon enough, became quite famous for her canoodling poolside.  She snuggled up on a lounger, she rode on their backs, she kissed them, all the while, keeping the liquor flow on high.  She was having so much fun, she almost did not notice the rings!  Thankfully, nothing would slip by Talia, the crack down artist who always spotted the rings, and always managed to squeeze out the most critical of information when interviewing potential male friends.  Her and pink hat debated who should give Dolly the bad news that the cutie on her arm was someone else's man.  Yikes!  They give Dolly the dirt, she retreats to the room to avoid a disaster.  Tomorrow is a new day she thinks, and a new opportunity to canoodle with a new cutie poolside!  She spots Ira, and melts on the spot.  His piercing blue eyes, and jet black hair were a lethal combination.  She instantaneously attaches to him, and the canoodling was back in full effect.  Talia and pink hat giggle as they watch this unfold under their big cabana.  They see the ring tan line on his left hand and a mysterious silver band on his right hand.  The girls think, "Oh, not again!"  The girls break the news to Dolly, who was still in bliss land.  She starts to think she is plagued by the syndrome of taken men on this vacation.  The 3 girls have plenty of laughs, memories of Dolly canoodling, kisses, free drinks, bachelor parties, and heartbreaks to last a while.  Cheers!

Annie learns to snowboard

Annie goes to Aspen, ready to learn.

She has a lesson set up, she hopes she can turn.

She enjoys flirting with the mountain men.

During her lesson, she meets Gentle Ben.

A day full of boarding, leads to a date.

She has her new boy, a hot Aspen mate.

On this trip, the puma found a young buck.

More snowboarding lessons if she has any luck?

Back home, she plans a Mammoth Mtn trip.

Gentle Ben gives her a name of his friend who can rip.

The friend made the moves on Annie and fast.

Despite the guilt, Annie forgets Ben and the past.

She has a new dude, and local as well.

He seems like a good one, as far as she can tell.

Soon enough, she sees his jealous streak.

She realizes her future with Mammoth man is bleak.

She goes back to Aspen, and calls up dear Ben.

She does not appear for days, holed up in his den.

Her friends wonder if she has a clean pair of clothes?

Don't be silly, getting dressed is the least of her woes!

She spends all her time in a state of bliss.

She departs Aspen with a sweet, Benji kiss.

Who cares that he is a few years too young.

An Aspen filled romance is not too far flung!

Eco-Rockin Chicks

Though Gigi had an exciting date with a handsome stranger, which led to a sleepover and some wine by the fireplace, she awakens to a more real version of fairytale land. She lay in her bed, with Mr. Bad Morning Breath, trying hard to gasp at heaps of clean air from the other direction.  She wonders how she can expel this smelly thing from her lovely, soft bed and get on with her day.  Just then, her eco-Rockin chicks save her with a morning phone call that she would normally not answer at this hour with a guest in the sack.  But its the perfect excuse to awaken the smelly giant from his slumber and hopefully kick him out ever so gently and promptly.  The Eco-Girls want to see if she will meet them at an Earth Day event to plant some native plants in a local urban park.  While she is not the crunchy, earthy type at all, she decides that good karma is worth the effort here and springs out of bed to dress for Earth Day.  Mr. Bad Morning Breath reluctantly gets up, dresses and she hurries him out on her way to her bike.  

Gigi sighs with relief as Going Green has never been such a life saver!

Salina does the right thing (sort of)

Salina does the right thing, barely.  She knew it would be bad if she let Mr.D up to her room.  She stayed her distance as they sat on the bed.  She tried to keep conversation flowing, even though it started feeling so unnatural to fill the silences.  Each time she looked at him, she knew she was getting closer to doing what she knew was wrong.  While she was talking, mid sentence his lips touched hers and he was clearly going in for the kill.  They kissed, she pulled away, attempting to be a good girl.  Minutes later, he went in again, and this time, she felt the butterflies and the excitement and she could not pull away.  They kissed for what seemed like hours.  She felt so in tune with Mr. D, and so turned on...it was the greatest chore of all to keep things in check.  Her mind raced to what it would be like later that night, the next day and the next and although the short term felt so good, she knew she needed to end it before it went deeper.  She kept Mr. D from going too far, and for this she felt accomplished.  Though she carries some guilt for getting herself in the trap, she made out alright.  

Some can say no, some of us cannot.  Its a tough battle of morales, passion, limitations and logic.  This time Salina came out on top.

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our lavish imagination

The art of fantasy is intriguing because it whisks us out of our mundane world, and into the shoes of someone else, or in a place much more beautiful and mysterious than the room in which we sit while staring into our computer screen. To take a taste of something fabulous and sculpt it into something grand enables us to experience more.  Some escape through stories, others live them, and still others create vivid imaginary lives that carry them through the day.  Although we are fortunate to have many exciting and entertaining experiences through our lives, but what happens in our imaginations is perhaps far better? 

The fantastic art of imagination allows us to create whatever ending we want, and isn't that what we all need once in a while, to fabricate our own story with our own ending.

What are the odds?

Daria has had eyes for superman all year, even though the office and campus sitings have been few and far between.  The excitement from each siting keeps her interested, and wondering when they will have an opportunity to actually take it further.  

Friday night she sips cocktails with her girls, shoediva and Talissa as she discusses, with dread, the early morning flight she must catch from LAX to visit family for the holiday weekend.  The girls call it an early night, so Daria can get a few Z-Z-Zs before the 5:30am wake up call.  As she makes her way to LA, skipping her engrained starbucks lap, she chooses to park as close as possible to the airport.  She boards the shuttle, exhausted and hears the screech of the breaks.  The shuttle is waiting for another passenger who is running from the lot.  She turns, and luck could not be any more fortuitous than this:  its superman running on this brisk morning for the shuttle.  At last, her chance outside the office to talk to him.  She thinks how happy she is that she did her hair, AND makeup and is wearing her cute Sergeant Pepper boots instead of tousled, bed head, sweats and uggs.  Sometimes, the odds are actually not stacked against me, sighs Daria as she smiles upon Superman's entrance to the shuttle.  They talk, they laugh, and suddenly the flight, the early morning misery and the miracle of Easter make a great deal of sense.  Daria got her time with superman, now how is she going to continue the conversation, and who makes the next move?

Mimi strikes again

Mimi, is somewhat of an intimidating girl in that she is seemingly fearless, confident and bold.  We are not sure where the crack in the armor is, we have yet to see one?  She searches for something bigger, but accepts much less along the way.  She makes the most of situations, lives life to the fullest and makes fans amongst boys all over the country.  But what really goes on in the heart and head of Mimi?

For her, age is just a number, and social requirements and expectations do not truly affect her, as she lives the high life.  Sports heros, much younger men, bankers, professional players and now a secret man.  Spotted in Hawaii, spotted in San Francisco.....will he prove to be the one who can tame Mimi?  They share a love for fitness, fun, excitement and city life.  Perhaps they are a match made in heaven?

magnets

Magnets pull you in

The force is inarguable

The steady draw continues

Until....

You get closer

The pull becomes stronger

  Magical Magnets

When Rockin Chicks forget their manners

Occasionally, we all err....to err is human.  Every so often, a member loses their well honed manners and ends up with a story that must be shared.  Usually alcohol is involved, but many times it is simply a case of our emotions getting the best of us.  Didi is a smart, accomplished, beautiful, fit, and fun girl and makes no apologies about her pursuit of the ideal man.  She is driven in many ways.  This evening, wing wing pointed out a redhead for Didi to survey.  She spied him from a few angles and quickly went in for the kill.  She spent some time bantering at the bar with Big Red and then she got word the chick-pack was departing the bar to head to another spot.  She was peeled away from Red just in time to jump in the car.  She realizes, too many blocks away, that she had given out the wrong number to Big Red.  In a state of panic, she dials the bar to see if he is still there.  She almost jumps out of the moving vehicle in order to find a cab to head back there, but Shoe Diva reels her in.  She has Cici call a friend who was at the bar, desperately hoping she can clarify the phone number blunder.  But alas, Big Red is gone.  Plagued by distress, Didi loses her cool and forgets the ever important manners that Rockin Chicks must possess.  She later does some facebook stalking, and we will see what comes of Big Red?  For now, it is a lesson learned for those viewing the scene that night.  Being stalker-esque is never attractive.

The second lesson of this weekend is PDA may feel as if it looks good, but it never truly looks good.  Deloria lost her cool, while swept into a web of alcohol, lust and opportunity.  Making out for over an hour in a crowded bar is not acceptable.  Bouncing your head to the beat, while lips are locked is also far from acceptable.  Going back for more, and being spotted days later in a busy lobby making out once again is flat out, reason for examination.  Girls, get a room, find a quiet park, grab a closet, whatever it takes.....just don't commit extended PDA.  This is most definitely a crime you will be embarrassed about later when the butterflies are gone.  

an order of Granola, please

Having a little granola in your life is a good thing they say.  

The Rockin Chicks encounter Granola and Faux-hawk one evening while purveying some art.  Entertainment abounds as drunken chicks stammer about, some catch a few Z-Z-Zs in the booth in the distance, while others develop stalker tendencies.  This evening, after many of the chicks get picked off, or put out to pasture, 2 Rockin Chicks remain.  They cap off the evening with their cute new found friends, Granola and Faux-hawk.  

Conveniently, the girls see Granola the very next evening and enjoy a cold beer and some flirtatious chit chat.  As the girls get to know Granola, they realize perhaps he has earned a new name?  After a few encounters, Allessandra coined him appropriately, Renaissance Man.  Defined as a man of many talents, embodying knowledge in many areas, a term born from the Renaissance period spanning the 14th-17th Centuries where profound knowledge, and social graces were idealized.  The name seemed to fit so well she thought.    Curiosity and interest, attraction and desire....there is sure to be more encounters with Renaissance Man?  

Match.com Gone Wrong

As much as Tutu girl wanted to avoid the internet dating world, she knew that if it was a vehicle to meet someone of value, then perhaps she could ignore the contrived process and try it out.  So, one sunny day she finds herself sitting at the bar waiting for Collin from Match.com to arrive, only to find that he was roughly 40 minutes late.  Glaring at her watch, she sips her cocktail and chats with other fun bar patrons to keep herself entertained.  He arrives, sans apology, and appears devoid of humor as the bar patrons make a joke to roust his blatant tardiness.  The beefcake is hungry, and decides he wants food, even though a food date was SO not in the plan of Ms. Tutu. Totally self-indulged, Collin finds a table and plops down in the comfy booth seat, leaving a hard chair for Ms. Tutu.  While some females may just have taken the hard seat, thinking he was an ass, not Ms Tutu.  She asked him promptly to switch seats, which he refused.  At this point, they both realize the date is just not going well.  He leaves the table in a huff, leaving her behind, as well as their bar tab.  Ms Tutu's bar friends helped her out with the tab and provided moral support as well.  Just as the date had become somewhat of a joke amongst the bar goers, Ms. Tutu intercepts several text messages filled with horrible words, accusations, insecurity-ridden comments and the like.  Collin from Match.com is someone every girl should avoid like the plague.  Just as easily as you can find a real gentleman, you can discover a real ass on these dating sites so buyer beware.  As for Ms. Tutu, her next date was a hot, cultured, funny blond who is providing much promise for future dates, so its not all so bad.  Ms Tutu has hope.

Pastor Man

Daria wanted a pristine man.  She wanted the life with a white picked fence, a good husband, a quality father, and someone that made her a better person.  So she decided to try dating holy men.  Perhaps the bad boys from the bar were not going to amount to a successful union like the dream marriage she wished for.  

With holy men, came rules.  They do not appreciate the occasional potty mouth, semi-questionable humor involving scandalous stories, drunk phone calls from the bar, or penetration before marriage.  Well, a "re-born virgin" for lack of a better word describes this Pastor Man she had met.  So, while they were talking and had a prosperous make out session, sex was not in the cards until they were married.  This would require a great deal of discipline and Daria was not sure she could do this.  But she saw a path to greatness with this Pastor Man:  purity, birds chirping in the sky, a father teaching his kids how to ride a bike on the sidewalk, her preparing a roast for dinner, and a lovely sunday at church.  Ahhhh......this all sounded so lovely, but things that are too perfect may actually truly be just that.

Saturday night approaches, Daria is having a great time with her girlfriends. She has cocktails with Josie, then Treena arrives, and down goes some wine.  The night wears on, and soon her bravery is heightened.  With each drink, she becomes more carefree and so do her text messages to Pastor Man.  By morning she awakens to find a disaster.  Pastor Man infuriated at her debauchery, and even less pleased at the frequent messages he was receiving at 1:30am, and he had to send Daria to less holy pastures as her purity did not match up to a Pastor Man's potential wife.  

Lesson of the Story:  Pastor Men may not make great dating partners unless you are a Pastor-kind of woman.

Know a good thing

Ladies, we all know when we see a great pair of shoes that we have to have. We all know that feeling when we try on that perfect pair of jeans. So, we know when we have found a good thing in the retail department most certainly. But do we know when we have found a good thing in love? Do we know how to react to it, how to nurture it and how to appreciate it? I would say that sometimes, we get ahead of ourselves. Perhaps we over-criticize? Perhaps we want to protect ourselves, and protect our heart and we do so in bizarre ways? Perhaps both females and males are guilty of the same thing. We react to things that make us vulnerable by creating boundaries to make us feel safer. We see something good and we are scared it may really be good, and perhaps we do something stupid to mess things up? say something stupid out of insecurity, search for comfort elsewhere, or simply block it out and avoid feeling anything.

The reality is that fear can paralyze us, can make us have contrived, too thought out words and actions. What we really should do is act with our heart, do what feels natural, say what is on our mind, not worry about what others think or say, stop worrying about protecting ourselves, avoid games, avoid lame distractions and be in the moment, enjoy life, enjoy love and be bold and go for the things we want.