Bite-Sized Boys and The Amazons They Love...
Forgive me if this is long and somewhat rambling, but that's just how my brain is working today.
So, I went out to eat at this restaurant by my house with one of my sisters and a friend Saturday night. It just opened not too long ago and my sister and I gave it a try, discovering, to our delight, that it was muy tasty. When we were there that first time about 6 or so weeks ago, the waiter we had was this super-friendly, enjoyable, and slightly height-challenged guy (much superior to this other guy who's get a little too flustered when it's busy in there/is not quite as attentive as he should be).
Anyway, on Saturday night we went in and ended up sitting at one of the tables assigned to the new girl (or else they just sicked her on us regardless since we eat there fairly regularly now...I couldn't quite tell). She gave us our drinks and took our order and disappeared for awhile. Our original Little Waiter Boy walked by to clean the table so I smiled at him and waved, just because I'm friendly like that.
He just smiled back a little - you know, when someone you don't know smiles at you and you're acknowledging their presence - and then came to a screeching halt before he got past the booth, took a step back and said, "Oh hey! I didn't recognize you at first." (I'm pretty sure I had braids the first time I went in - now I'm rocking the psuedo-fro.) He has his arm out and then says, "Gimme a hug, girl." So I do, as I am a fan of hugs.
He then proceeds to share that he has an audition the next day for a gay man role but doesn't know how he's going to do it - totally flaming vs. straight, repressed southern closet gay. I make a suggestion to play it as a normal dude with slight flaming tendencies (since you don't see that guy very often in things). He says that it's a good idea and jokes that if he gets the part I should get royalties or a fee. For the rest of the night, he randomly stops by to check on us/chat awhile. He even cleared our Miso bowls and made sure our food got sent out to us when it was taking too long. It was like we had two waiters.
During this whole bit, my friend was amazed that he kept coming by so much. I was slightly less amazed as I realized this waiter is the latest in a string of bite-sized boys who seem to be gravitating toward me. It's not like he's a legal midget or anything - I'd peg him somewhere between 5'6 and 5'8 (I never actually stood next to him so I can't be sure). But I'm pushing 6'0. So, to me, he's bite-sized. He's also Southern, which is a reoccurring trait amongst the bite-sized bits who seem to love me so.
I'm starting to worry because I'd prefer to date a guy that I don't have to bend over to hug. I hesitate to say it out loud lest it become a self-fulfilling prophecy, but I fear that the only men I'll be able to date will be shorter than me.
I know, I know. It's vain and shallow...but I don't like feeling like I tower over the guy who's supposed to get in bar fights over me. Admittedly it's just bullshit childhood baggage, but that baggage has my name and address on it and it ain't getting lost at the airport.
This is something I'll get over, I suppose. Dating a guy shorter than I am isn't that a big deal. I mean, I've done it before and it worked out fine. And, quite frankly, it's something I'll have to do considering just how small a dating pool I have to work with - especially since all the guys my height or taller seem to be looking for bite-sized girls. It's just dismaying is all. I'd like to be the short(er) one for a change.
I'd like to feel like the delicate mother fucking flower I am.
Mandy Moore is Awsome
So, after a quick peek at gofugyourself.com, I followed a link to the interview she did for Elle magazine. After reading it, I must say that I kind of love Mandy Moore.
She's self-depricating, diplomatically honest, and extremely earnest. She's everything you want a starlet to be. She's Kirsten Dunst gone right (not that Kirsten is completly wrong, she's just not what everyone says she is - more on that later).
And I know that the person writing the article is supposed to paint the celebrity-du jour in a positive light, but you can tell it wasn't hard. After reading this article, I just want to find her, sit down with a cup of tea and some finger sandwiches and talk to her. Really talk to her. She seems that cool. She seems like someone who's come to terms with who she was, who she is, and that not everyone will like her. And she's okay with all of that, which is really important.
The article talks a lot about her upcoming album. Given the descriptions (left her former record label to write and record with lesser known artists as opposed to recording "surefire hits" with no feeling; a smattering of lyrics that express the complicated emotions regarding someone you love but hurt your feelings that definitely appeal to the poet in me), I'm totally going to buy it. I am.
I openly profess my love for Mandy Moore and I'm not ashamed. I'm just as shocked as you are.
Pretty Guy of the Week: Sports Flavored Pretties #1.5
Not only a celebrated Rugby player (and fine piece of ass), this 6'2 piece of man-candy also has a sense of humor. When asked who he'd want to play himself in a movie, he replied, "50-Cent". Which is high-larious since Matt doesn't look like a rabbit. Behold his chiseled goodness!
If any of you truly loved me, you'd get me him for my birthday.
Thanks to All Aussie Beef for the pictures. No. Really. Thank you.
F*ck Off
"That's retarded, why would you go off coffee just to switch to another type of caffeinated stimulant?" Shit. Not only did I just unintentionally initiate conversation, but he's right. And he's a pompous ass. Caffeinated Stimulant? Gimme a break. I realize he wasn't hitting on me, but can I please just order a god damn drink without comments from the peanut gallery! Fuck.
And if that indeed was a misguided attempt at hitting on me (though I'm disinclined to believe anyone really thinks that the Insult Tactic works, especially at 8:00 am), then throw in the towel dude, you failed.
Pretty Guy of the Week - Sports Flavored Pretties #1
This cutie is young (only 21...yeesh), but he's old enough to get in the club and that's all that matters. He's recently embroiled in some weird scandal involving a not-hot-enough-to-be-worth-the-trouble model/athlete and a bathroom at a local pub. But he's 21, was drunk, and pretty enough for me to let it slide. At least it wasn't on a airplane (I'm looking at you Fiennes).
just, ew.
so i think i hear him say, "oh, i didn't know they made their own bagels here." i'm thinking, uh...who the fuck is he talking to? then, to my utter dismay, i realize it was directed to me. so i laugh uncomfortably and say, "uh, yeah i guess they do" (read: please shut the fuck up). apparently, he thought bagel places had bagels delivered to the store. uh, doesn't that defeat the whole point of a bagel shop? but whatever. he then goes on to talk about the weather, debating if it's gonna rain, and basically continues with annoying small talk. seriously, do i look like i care or want to talk to you even remotely? the answer would be NO.
he then let's me know that he's on the way to the race track. i automatically realize that i really just have met the man of my dreams and possibly a potential sugar daddy, since a man who spends his sunday afternoons gambling away his savings totally turns me on.
so he asks me if i've ever been to the track...uh, no. and then asks me if i'd like to go with him. uh, no and now i'm totally creeped out (even more so than before which was hard to believe).
i laugh, again, this time extremely uncomfortably, and quickly exit the bagel shop, sans yummy jalepeno bagel.
i can't help but think that there must be something wrong in the universe when only creepy old men try to pick up on me. cause really, the way it's supposed to go is that i really do meet the man of my dreams in a bagel shop, cause he too likes bagels and therefore he's amazing. **sigh** shit.
The Dos and Don’ts of “Holla”ing At A Girl: Lesson 2 - Don’t Be “That Guy”
That Guy: The Sneak Freak
Jerk Level: 5 (out of 5)
Native Habitat: Clubs and bars where there’s dancing
Offensive Behavior: Sneaks up behind a girl he’s had no prior contact with (usually many girls as this is serial behavior) and “dances” with them – and by “dances” I mean “rubbing his junk all up on her without permission”. Because nothing says sexy like being accosted by a stranger. (That’s sarcasm.)
Assumed Purpose: To feel up on a girl and maybe, if she’s drunk enough, get her to have a one night stand.
Why It’s Offensive: First of all, having a stranger suddenly attach his crotch to your rear, accompanied by grinding motions, is just plain creepy and disrespectful. As DJ says, “Nothing’s grosser than feeling a random groin against your ass when you were just trying to get your groove on.” For the love of all that’s holy, ask a girl to dance. She’ll most likely say yes and you’ll get to grind on her anyway. Secondly, it’s a safe bet to say that Sneak Freaks are not interested in having a girlfriend and are just trying to get into the victim’s Victoria’s. Which is all fine and good, but at least pretend a little? Thirdly, we assume that a guy who does this is hideous in some way and must try to “seal the deal” before the girl can turn around and see his deformities (ex: greasy hair, gold chains, shiny shirts, etc.). And if he isn’t hideous, he’s an unseasoned manwhore and the unseasoned part makes him unworthy of your time.
That Guy: The Grabber
Jerk Level: 3 to 5, depending on location of grab
Native Habitat: Any and everywhere, especially crowded places.
Offensive Behavior: Grabs every girl he thinks is attractive that walks by him, sometimes by the arm…sometimes he grabs something else.
Assumed Purpose: To get a girl’s attention and/or cop a feel.
Why It’s Offensive: Because you don’t grab a girl if you don’t know her, and usually not even then. That’s a surefire way to get cut. Shank, shank.
That Guy: Mr. Feely
Jerk Level: Varies
Native Habitat: Wherever liquor and a “singles’ scene” meet.
Offensive Behavior: Begins touching a girl (hand on the small of the back, touching her hand, sliding hand down her arm, etc) he’s just begun talking to without any indication of it being okay. He is usually drunk.
Assumed Purpose: To indicate interest and be flirty.
Why It’s Offensive: Because, when poorly timed, it can be off-putting, even creepy. It’s that whole “too much, too fast” thing. And if excessive, it’s downright scary (especially when the guy is drunk). A girl likes to know a guy is into her, just not so into her that she must be escorted to her car by a bouncer.
That Guy: The Space Invader
Jerk Level: Varies
Native Habitat: Any and everywhere social
Offensive Behavior: A cousin of Mr. Feely, he stands far too close to a girl either while talking to her or when working up to talking to her. Normally this isn’t a problem, but there’s usually an underlying energy that makes it icky. Like, “this guy is 3 seconds away from pressing his crotch against me” icky.
Assumed Purpose: Yet another misguided attempt at flirting. Or his trying to smell her hair when she’s not looking.
Why It’s Offensive: Most people are pretty sensitive about their personal space and this is especially true when it comes to courting. It’s like those Discovery Channel/KCET specials about mating habits in the wild – if the approach is ill-timed, the suitor gets nothing. The real problem is it feels like the guy is hovering and expecting something, which does not sit well. Or, worst case scenario, it seems like the guy is going to do something creepy while we’re not looking (ruffie, air-hump for the benefit of friends who are looking, etc.) and that’s just not cool.
That Guy: The Predator
Jerk Level: 3 (can max out to 5 depending on behavior after contact)
Native Habitat: Clubs and Bars
Offensive Behavior: Lurks around a girl, watching and waiting for a long time before approaching. Has at least one other guy with him because Predators tend to travel in packs.
Assumed Purpose: To scope out a girl and her friends and devise the best method of attack/assess the competition – or else is waiting for the drinks to kick in.
Why It’s Offensive: I know that, deep down, we’re all really just animals (for some, it’s more on the surface than anyone would like). However, I think I speak for most women when I say I don’t like identifying with a wounded gazelle out on the plains that feels the piercing eyes of impending doom upon it when I’m shaking my ass to a Timbaland beat. What it boils down to is the irritation of knowing this dude is there, and has been there, and is doing nothing. We see you. We see you whispering to your friends. We see you watching us or our friends. We see you leave momentarily only to return to the same spot 3 minutes later. Don’t just stand there watching like it’s a damn strip club, you putz. Grow a pair and say something already.
That Guy: Cell Phone Larry Flynt
Jerk Level: 5
Native Habitat: Clubs, Bars, Beaches, Mardi Gras – basically anywhere there’s women, but especially where there’s women and alcohol
Offensive Behavior: Takes pictures/videos of girls’ asses, or down a girl’s shirt when she’s leaning over, or up a girl’s skirt on an escalator, etc. Always taken without the consent of the girl.
Assumed Purpose: I’m sure we all know what they’re doing with the pictures.
Why It’s Offensive: If you don’t know why, then you’re a bloody idiot and need to be slapped and/or kicked square in the nuts.
That Guy: The Attached aka “I know I’m with my girlfriend but you’re hot”
Jerk Level: 5+
Native Habitat: Social engagements of all kinds, including house parties, picnics, and outings to bars
Offensive Behavior: Is clearly already with a chick but still gives another girl the up and down. May smile at her whilst girlfriend’s attention lies elsewhere. Extreme cases have been known to make contact while girlfriend is in the bathroom.
Assumed Purpose: Um…to get stabbed by his girlfriend in his sleep?
Why It’s Offensive: Look dude, I don’t know what your relationship is with that woman you came here with, but I’m not looking to find out. Don’t use me as an excuse to break-up. Be a man and do it yourself.
That Guy: The Vulture
Jerk Level: 3 to 5
Native Habitat: Bars, Clubs, After-Hour Restaraunts.
Offensive Behavior: A more evolved (or devolved) version of The Predator, he waits until about 30 minutes before Last Call to start earnestly picking up women, most likely hoping they’ll be too drunk to say no. Barrages pick up the pace when the lights go up and he realizes he has precious little time to seal any deal.
Assumed Purpose: To wait until a girl is drunk enough to let her guard down so he can swoop in and take advantage.
Why It’s Offensive: If you really think I’m cute, come talk to me when you see me. If you think I need to be drunk to land me, float on bitch, float on.
That Guy: Mr. Persistent
Jerk Level: Starts out a 1, ends up a 5
Native Habitat: Bars and Clubs mostly, but occasionally pops up at other social gatherings like house parties
Offensive Behavior: Comes and talks to a woman but she’s not that responsive. He, however, thinks he just needs to try again so she can see how awesome he thinks he is. Woman is less responsive, more irritated. Repeat cycle ad infinitum.
Assumed Purpose: To wear a girl down until she says "yes".
Why It’s Offensive: Some women don’t like to be mean when they’re not into a potential suitor. Some men mistake this for having a chance. They’re wrong and they should go away before the woman’s friend has to come over and clown them.
That Guy: Mr. Equal Opportunity
Jerk Level: 5
Native Habitat: Bars and Clubs
Offensive Behavior: Will hit on a girl…and all of her friends.
Assumed Purpose: To increase his chances of getting lucky.
Why It’s Offensive: Focus, mother fucker. I know it’s a numbers game and all that but I don’t care how hot you are. Overtly hitting on me and even one other girl in my group is grounds for immediate disqualification. Because focus.
That Guy: Liquid Courage Guy
Jerk Level: 2 to 5, depending on the type of drunk he is
Native Habitat: Anywhere there’s alcohol and socializing
Offensive Behavior: Can’t seem to get up the nuts to talk to a girl unless he’s snuckered.
Assumed Purpose: To have the courage to talk to a girl.
Why It’s Offensive: Unfortunately for these poor bastards, being drunk and hitting on a woman usually doesn’t end well (due to the slurring and uncensored comments and such). As a general rule, men should not be allowed to say exactly what they’re thinking when talking to a woman they’re attracted to...because then you get lines like “I can’t help but thinking as you’re pouring syrup on those pancakes how much I’d like to pour syrup on your tits.” (This was actually said to me. No shit. Mo is my witness.)
That Guy: Creepy Guy aka The King of Staring
Jerk Level: 5 on account of being so damn creepy
Native Habitat: Anywhere…even where you work
Offensive Behavior: Will. Not. Stop. Staring. And usually with big buggy eyes and/or an emotionless expression on his face. Yeesh.
Assumed Purpose: Either to hypnotize a girl or see into her soul.
Why It’s Offensive: What? What’re you looking at? Why are you staring? You’re creeping me out, man. Cut it out.
Huzzah For Lesbian Crushes
*gag*
Now, I already have an irrational dislike of everyone who drives a pick-up due to the tool who crashed into me while I was driving a rental car and decided not to take responsibilty for it despite his admittance of fault and despite the fact that it truly and honestly was his fault which has lead to all sorts of bullshitery that I won't get into at this juncture. At any rate, I don't like pick-up trucks.
So imagine my glee when I look over and see a particularly white-trash flavored couple eating each others faces in front of Baskin Robbins. By a laundrymat. With kids around. Yeah. Thanks for the free show. Except not because it was utterly disgusting.
It seriously looked like they were trying to see who could suck out the other's soul first.
They were finally done after we got our sundaes and then, to bump up my disgust to a whole other plane, they both lit cigarettes. Trailer Park Terra then rolled down her window to let the smoke out as we were getting in the car so some followed us in. Thanks asscap.
And then they decided to drive away. They couldn't have done that like, 10 minutes before so I didn't have to be privy to their little show? If I wasn't so sure I'd get tetnus from being bitten in the ensuing fight, I would've walked to the back of the truck and started rocking it while yelling "No one wants to see that you disgusting whores!"
And to top it all off, I got home and the simp at Baskin Robbins put hot fudge on my sundae instead of carmel.
Happy Monday Bitches.
Pretty Guy of the Week
Thanks to Scott-o-Rama for the pics!
Pretty Guy of the Week
I know what you're thinking. "Who in the name of Sweet Rolls is that?" This man, he of the most impressive man-cut, happens to be Chris Evans.
Best known for playing the completely-unlikeable-but-still-hot Human Torch in the "Fantastic Four" movies, he got his start in "Another Teen Movie" and "Cellular" with Kim Bassinger and Mo's Baby's Daddy, Jason Statham. He's done some serious work too (most talked about is a movie called "London" - there are screen caps of him running around in a towel...and making an "oh" face...). Can he act? I'm sure. But with abs and arms and eyes and lips like that, who really cares? Behold his half-dressed glory!
I dedicate this glam pic to Mo...