Lunch tables always bring up the greatest conversations. I remember in high school we would talk about the football game that night, what party we were going to and was it true if so-and-so was really hooking up with that freshman. Needless to say, as I get older, I find lunch table conversations more and more intriguing.
Take yesterday for example. During an hour long lunch break from a conference, our lunch table really dove deep into the intellectual mind of men, women and politics. Two men felt that having a delicious meal was better than your average sexual escapade.
Editor's note: I have no idea where this came from. I'm pretty sure it had nothing to do with any of the topics we were discussing -- More or less just the inter workings of 25-year-old minds.
Their reasoning was because you could recount your favorite last five meals a hell of a lot better than you could your last five partners. (I suggested they start setting their standards a little higher.) They really could though. Both of them could recite their favorite meals and had to think hard about their past partners. Although, they were both very passionate that their thinking would reverse if they bagged Heidi Klum. They said I didn't get it. "Girls don't get it." You are right. I don't get it.
The only comparison I can draw when thinking about sex and food is outfits and guys. I remember nights out with my girlfriends on the basis of what I wore. Weird, I know, but I have friends who "freelance" as paparazzi when we are out and about, so I always have a picture of our nights together. Plus, I can remember who we met and went home with based on what I wore. What? I said it was weird.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Random quote from my B.F. #2
Every morning I'm able to see what the B.F. puts on before he heads out the door. I see if he's having a casual or client day based on what he's dressing in. We both had an early riser of a morning, so we barely spoke but jumped out of bed to get ready and brave the snow storm we had to drive through. As he was leaving, I see him with this terrible coat that I hate and always remind him of it.
Me: "B.F., if I had one piece of clothing of yours to throw out, it would be that coat." (It's a black, fitted distressed leather coat that hits him at his hip. Think American Eagle circa 1998 when everyone and their mother owned and loved that brand. It worked then, but not really cutting it right now.)
B.F: "Allison, if I had one article of clothing to throw out, I wouldn't know where to freaking start."
Our fashion differences will be other segment of posts.
Me: "B.F., if I had one piece of clothing of yours to throw out, it would be that coat." (It's a black, fitted distressed leather coat that hits him at his hip. Think American Eagle circa 1998 when everyone and their mother owned and loved that brand. It worked then, but not really cutting it right now.)
B.F: "Allison, if I had one article of clothing to throw out, I wouldn't know where to freaking start."
Our fashion differences will be other segment of posts.
Monday, February 25, 2008
Run from these men says Oprah
Typically, I post my thoughts about living together and my relationship with my own B.F. But, seeing as it's my world in this blog, I like to time off and provide my thoughts on other matters that girls encounter -- men in general. And those that we are told to run from but rarely do.
In this article from the Almighty Oprah.com, the writer highlights ten men you should run from. There's the guy who never calls, the major turn-off who is a jealous bastard, the guy who dates multiple girls at once, or even the guy who is always left by girl after girl.
Where's the bad boy category? You know, the guy who treats a girl like shit and they keep going back to them. One can only tolerate so much, yet I have had several friends who continue to go back and back to the same guy who does many of the things the Oprah article lists. Why? Are we stupid? Think we can't do better? Do we really need to make excuses for why he isn't calling us back? I have friend who dated a guy for 2 or so years, did everything for him from letting him live with her to even paying some of his bills. She's smart, pretty, focused and great at her job, but she isn't taking those attributes and focusing them on her personal life.
So, as all friends do, we listen, empathize, nod in agreement as she complains over situation. Finally, she sees the light and we think he's moved on to his next victim. Only to our amazement, she's back in his web again -- or so we think. (At this point when girls know their friends disapprove, we hide where we are going and who we are with. This alone should cause a light bulb in our heads but it doesn't.)
As a loyal friend, I'm done playing nice in the sandbox with this douche bag. He's a loser right now in his life. Sure, he's a great guy somewhere -- just not now or to her. We need to learn to draw a line and inform our friends that they are being ridiculous, and that we will no longer support their idiotic decisions to be with a guy "who is just not that into you." Besides if you're friends can't tell you you are dating a loser, then who else can?
In this article from the Almighty Oprah.com, the writer highlights ten men you should run from. There's the guy who never calls, the major turn-off who is a jealous bastard, the guy who dates multiple girls at once, or even the guy who is always left by girl after girl.
Where's the bad boy category? You know, the guy who treats a girl like shit and they keep going back to them. One can only tolerate so much, yet I have had several friends who continue to go back and back to the same guy who does many of the things the Oprah article lists. Why? Are we stupid? Think we can't do better? Do we really need to make excuses for why he isn't calling us back? I have friend who dated a guy for 2 or so years, did everything for him from letting him live with her to even paying some of his bills. She's smart, pretty, focused and great at her job, but she isn't taking those attributes and focusing them on her personal life.
So, as all friends do, we listen, empathize, nod in agreement as she complains over situation. Finally, she sees the light and we think he's moved on to his next victim. Only to our amazement, she's back in his web again -- or so we think. (At this point when girls know their friends disapprove, we hide where we are going and who we are with. This alone should cause a light bulb in our heads but it doesn't.)
As a loyal friend, I'm done playing nice in the sandbox with this douche bag. He's a loser right now in his life. Sure, he's a great guy somewhere -- just not now or to her. We need to learn to draw a line and inform our friends that they are being ridiculous, and that we will no longer support their idiotic decisions to be with a guy "who is just not that into you." Besides if you're friends can't tell you you are dating a loser, then who else can?
Thursday, February 21, 2008
And you thought a Post-It was bad
Remember the Sex and the City episode when Carrie's boyfriend breaks up with on a post-it note? Classic, classic episode. After watching that, you can't really think that happens in real life. Am I right? Well, let me know tell you that it is completely possible.
Meet my friend K.Lo. She was exclusively dating a guy for a few months. Well, instead of breaking up with her in person over even over the phone, he just stopped calling. Now, no initial red flags were raised because neither are that clingy or talk every 20 minutes via texting, IM or phone. After several texts and phone calls (think like no response in two weeks), she pretty much got the picture that he's no longer interested in dating her. But, picking up the phone isn't that hard to do. Really. How old are you? Oh yes, that's right, you are in your mid-20s, not a horny 15-year-old who had a new "girlfriend" every two weeks. After her anger had past and conversations with her closest friends reminding her that he's the coward not her, she finally heard back from the cowardly lion -- via text. Not even a phone call.
We've all been on the receiving and giving end of a bad break-up. But as we get older, let's try to do it with a little more class and face-to-face communication. I don't think that's too much to ask, do you?
Meet my friend K.Lo. She was exclusively dating a guy for a few months. Well, instead of breaking up with her in person over even over the phone, he just stopped calling. Now, no initial red flags were raised because neither are that clingy or talk every 20 minutes via texting, IM or phone. After several texts and phone calls (think like no response in two weeks), she pretty much got the picture that he's no longer interested in dating her. But, picking up the phone isn't that hard to do. Really. How old are you? Oh yes, that's right, you are in your mid-20s, not a horny 15-year-old who had a new "girlfriend" every two weeks. After her anger had past and conversations with her closest friends reminding her that he's the coward not her, she finally heard back from the cowardly lion -- via text. Not even a phone call.
We've all been on the receiving and giving end of a bad break-up. But as we get older, let's try to do it with a little more class and face-to-face communication. I don't think that's too much to ask, do you?
Freedom for three days
Since Tuesday A.M., I have had our whole 1,000 sq. foot domain to myself. Just me! Can you believe it? The B.F. is traveling for work, and I'm destroying our apartment one day at a time with my shoes, clothes and empty drinking glasses. I put a dish in the sink and don't wash it. I kick my shoes off when I walk in, drop my coat where I please and leave both TVs on if I want to. And you know what? I love it.
However, my rampage will need to be cut short because Mr. Clean is returning tonight.
However, my rampage will need to be cut short because Mr. Clean is returning tonight.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
Role Reversal Part 2
Apparently, I'm not the only girl who appreciates her B.F. for helping around with household chores.
From Today:
I had a party not too long ago where a funny thing happened. One of the guests — a 30-something, single straight guy — came out to the kitchen and volunteered to do my dishes. “That way you won’t be stuck with a huge mess after everyone leaves,” he said, filling the sink with hot, soapy water.
As he started scrubbing wine glasses, I glanced over at my guests. Every woman in the room was staring at him with what can only be described as pure, unadulterated lust.
Behold the appeal of the dishy man.
Click here to read the rest of the article.
From Today:
I had a party not too long ago where a funny thing happened. One of the guests — a 30-something, single straight guy — came out to the kitchen and volunteered to do my dishes. “That way you won’t be stuck with a huge mess after everyone leaves,” he said, filling the sink with hot, soapy water.
As he started scrubbing wine glasses, I glanced over at my guests. Every woman in the room was staring at him with what can only be described as pure, unadulterated lust.
Behold the appeal of the dishy man.
Click here to read the rest of the article.
Role reversal
Since the B.F. and I have been living together for a little over six months now, we've indirectly taken on roles within the apartment. I'm a much better chef than he is. And, quite frankly, he's a much better at cleaning than I am. It's not that I can't clean, it's just that I can't clean up to his standards, which might even put Martha Stewart to shame.
So when we decide to go grocery shopping and then I cook, he normally cleans up after the mess I make. I make quite the mess when I'm cooking. I'm pretty much a bull in a china shop. I get everything out as I need it or it all at once. I'm sifting through cabinets and drawers looking for the right cooking utensil. But, something always develops from my madness that's pretty damn tasty. Needless to say, he sometimes has a big mess to clean up. Like I said, because I don't clean up to his standards, the only thing I'm allowed to touch are the pans -- I'm allowed to dry them.
Then last night he cooked and cleaned, and I offered to clean up because that's what I should do, right? Wrong!
B.F. -- Allison get away from the sink. You don't know what you are doing
Me -- You cooked, so I'll clean up the taco mess.
B.F.-- No, you won't, you don't even clean up the stove after you cook on it.
Here's my stove cleaning isssue. If I'm boiling water for some frozen vegetables or pasta, do I really need to intricately clean every nook of the stove? I don't think so. Well in mop boy's world, I really really need to. Although, in the grand scheme of things, I really shouldn't be complaining too much. I mean, I have a B.F. who likes to clean. In fact, he may just love it. He even mops.
In the cleaning wars, he wins. Hands down.
So when we decide to go grocery shopping and then I cook, he normally cleans up after the mess I make. I make quite the mess when I'm cooking. I'm pretty much a bull in a china shop. I get everything out as I need it or it all at once. I'm sifting through cabinets and drawers looking for the right cooking utensil. But, something always develops from my madness that's pretty damn tasty. Needless to say, he sometimes has a big mess to clean up. Like I said, because I don't clean up to his standards, the only thing I'm allowed to touch are the pans -- I'm allowed to dry them.
Then last night he cooked and cleaned, and I offered to clean up because that's what I should do, right? Wrong!
B.F. -- Allison get away from the sink. You don't know what you are doing
Me -- You cooked, so I'll clean up the taco mess.
B.F.-- No, you won't, you don't even clean up the stove after you cook on it.
Here's my stove cleaning isssue. If I'm boiling water for some frozen vegetables or pasta, do I really need to intricately clean every nook of the stove? I don't think so. Well in mop boy's world, I really really need to. Although, in the grand scheme of things, I really shouldn't be complaining too much. I mean, I have a B.F. who likes to clean. In fact, he may just love it. He even mops.
In the cleaning wars, he wins. Hands down.
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