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.