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"