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.

Maricella & her 3 sets of flowers

A gorgeous, single girl named Maricella was searching for Mr. Right, and in the meantime was dating some Mr. "ok -for-now" kind of gents. Everyone loves getting flowers, and even better when arrive at the office, leaving the other females green with envy.

Maricella worked in a big glass building, so everyone could see if a flower delivery truck was pulling up and what was being carried inside. One day, Maricella was brought a beautiful bouquet of flowers from a delivery man, she was all smiles as she tore open the card to see a note from one of the boys she was dating. With a blissful sigh, she place them carefully on her desk. A few hours later, she sees a different boy she is dating pull up, so she scoots the flowers over a bit, and positions them strategically as the "office flowers". Boy #2 walks into the glass building carrying a bouquet of bright, beautiful flowers and takes a second glance at the bouquet, but chats with Maricella and leaves behind another set of flowers. This had created quite a bit of attention at the glass office, with everyone chatting about the girl who got 2 sets of flowers in one day from different boys. Then, to add insult to injury, boy #3 stops by with yet another set of fragrant, fresh flowers before the day is over. The office was in an uproar, and some jealous females had nothing but gossip to share about the girl juggling boys at the front desk! Some girls never get flowers sent to them at work, and what a shame that is. But Maricella knows 3s a charm! Good thing Ms. Maricella is off the market, so the office vultures can hope for an ounce of attention for themselves!