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.