Last night I decided to relax and spend some quality time with mom…..watching Spanish soap operas. Spanish soap operas are similar to American soap operas in that there is always a lot of unnecessary drama, people coming back from the dead, and there is always a question of paternity....and sometimes even maternity. Both styles have really attractive characters. All the woman always have on a full face of make-up even while just lounging around at home, and only when they are trying to appear ill do the actors shed their layers of make-up and courageously show their make-up free images. How the American and Spanish soap operas differ is in the length of the show. A Spanish soap opera has a beginning, a middle, and an end…..all within the lovely confines of about 9-12 months (12 months is pushing it). Maybe they think Latinos don't have the commitment or the attention span. Who knows. And of course the American soap operas last FOREVER…….omg….Susan Lucci is like 112 yrs old! Retire already!
So we're watching and I notice the men in the soap are so incredibly in love and devoted to their love interest. To the point where they are fighting, yelling, karate chopping other men, crying, singing, and admitting that they would never ever cheat on their beloved even with their thoughts. All of this within 8 minutes of uninterrupted Spanish-drama-fest. And I turn to my mom and said, "Mom, that’s what I want. I want a man to just loose all thought or reason because he is blinded by his love for me." To which my mom responds, "Yeah….keep dreaming."
But why must I only keep this to a dream? I am sure there are people out there in the world who share this deep love and passionate connection for one another. Or is it all really just smoke and mirrors? A mirage? If so, then when is a girl ever to truly fall in love? This is why I watch The Hills. All the eff'd up petty crap LC and her friends worry about are so silly and lame…..makes me appreciate my normal life (with only my self-induced drama of course). :)
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Friday, December 5, 2008
My Date with Dr. Feel Good
Last night I had an interesting date with Candidate #2- Dr. Feel Good
Let me begin by saying that I was ready to cancel on Dr. Feel Good. I have been having the most terrible week in a LONG time. And I considered cancelling on him because I felt like I had been having such a terrible week, did I really need something else to add to the terribleness of it all? Yes, terribleness. Like terrible to the 2nd power…..terrible squared.
All day I was going back and forth on if I should go? should I cancel? What if I get rejected again! I cannot take 2 flat out rejections in a week. My poor crushed ego. Basically, I was "Chicking out". So after various emails and instant messages with my good gal pals, I decided eff it, I am going to go. Que sera sera. And yes, I work. Somehow I managed to stay productive during my work day while having my internal battles and my self esteem swings. A lot of times I do feel overwhelmed. Like its too much for my little head to handle.
So 6:50 pm strolls along, and I decide I should primp a little for my date with Dr. FG. By 7:20 I am on the road, in route to the beach. Dr. FG wanted to meet at some little Cuban café by the beach….ugh. I kinda gave him the "egh" when he suggested the meeting place, and somehow I changed my mind and agreed to go meet him at the beach. So I arrive at the little Cuban café and I don't see him. I've only seen a few pictures of him, but when I peeked inside, I didn't really see anyone who resembled there….so I step outside to give him a call….and as I am starting to dial him, I notice a man who looks over from the bar area….and it was Dr. Feel Good. I look over at him and I get a warm fuzzy feeling. He has a big smile on his face, he is dressed for a date (dark jeans, white button down shirt, black leather jacket, and black dress shoes), and he looks like a nice normal man. Just what the doctor ordered!
I walk in, and he gets up and gives me a hug (we didn't have an awkward moment, no pausing, just nice and natural). I then take off my coat (which he helps me with), and as I am taking off my coat, I see him giving me the once over. I sit down and we start talking right away. The conversation just flowed, the drinks flowed, the chemistry continued to simmer nicely. 3 mojitos later (my 3rd, his 4th), we somehow are holding hands, and then he leaned over and kissed me…..and the chemistry started to more than simmer. After our drinks and out first PDA (public displays of affection), he suggests we go for a walk on the pier. The night was spectacular. You could see the stars I the sky, the waves crashing, and the air was nice a crisp. We held hands as we walked (he has nice soft hands….not terribly soft….but soft enough) and we stopped here and there for some more kissing. We then find a spot to stop and continue kissing….its now maybe close to midnight. We're kissing, enjoying each other….he starts to kiss my chest a little and I see HEADLIGHTS! And no…not my headlights THANK GOD. It’s the beach patrol, omg….the cop says, "Hey, whats up guys?" Dr. Feel Good says, "Oh, we're just enjoying the beach". The cop then tells us that he has to close the pier gates. So of course, the beach cop decides he will follow us in his big ass truck with the headlights on and escorts us the entire length of the pier!
Dr. Feel Good and I both agreed that this was definitely one for the books! Who gets a police escort on their first date!?!?
Let me begin by saying that I was ready to cancel on Dr. Feel Good. I have been having the most terrible week in a LONG time. And I considered cancelling on him because I felt like I had been having such a terrible week, did I really need something else to add to the terribleness of it all? Yes, terribleness. Like terrible to the 2nd power…..terrible squared.
All day I was going back and forth on if I should go? should I cancel? What if I get rejected again! I cannot take 2 flat out rejections in a week. My poor crushed ego. Basically, I was "Chicking out". So after various emails and instant messages with my good gal pals, I decided eff it, I am going to go. Que sera sera. And yes, I work. Somehow I managed to stay productive during my work day while having my internal battles and my self esteem swings. A lot of times I do feel overwhelmed. Like its too much for my little head to handle.
So 6:50 pm strolls along, and I decide I should primp a little for my date with Dr. FG. By 7:20 I am on the road, in route to the beach. Dr. FG wanted to meet at some little Cuban café by the beach….ugh. I kinda gave him the "egh" when he suggested the meeting place, and somehow I changed my mind and agreed to go meet him at the beach. So I arrive at the little Cuban café and I don't see him. I've only seen a few pictures of him, but when I peeked inside, I didn't really see anyone who resembled there….so I step outside to give him a call….and as I am starting to dial him, I notice a man who looks over from the bar area….and it was Dr. Feel Good. I look over at him and I get a warm fuzzy feeling. He has a big smile on his face, he is dressed for a date (dark jeans, white button down shirt, black leather jacket, and black dress shoes), and he looks like a nice normal man. Just what the doctor ordered!
I walk in, and he gets up and gives me a hug (we didn't have an awkward moment, no pausing, just nice and natural). I then take off my coat (which he helps me with), and as I am taking off my coat, I see him giving me the once over. I sit down and we start talking right away. The conversation just flowed, the drinks flowed, the chemistry continued to simmer nicely. 3 mojitos later (my 3rd, his 4th), we somehow are holding hands, and then he leaned over and kissed me…..and the chemistry started to more than simmer. After our drinks and out first PDA (public displays of affection), he suggests we go for a walk on the pier. The night was spectacular. You could see the stars I the sky, the waves crashing, and the air was nice a crisp. We held hands as we walked (he has nice soft hands….not terribly soft….but soft enough) and we stopped here and there for some more kissing. We then find a spot to stop and continue kissing….its now maybe close to midnight. We're kissing, enjoying each other….he starts to kiss my chest a little and I see HEADLIGHTS! And no…not my headlights THANK GOD. It’s the beach patrol, omg….the cop says, "Hey, whats up guys?" Dr. Feel Good says, "Oh, we're just enjoying the beach". The cop then tells us that he has to close the pier gates. So of course, the beach cop decides he will follow us in his big ass truck with the headlights on and escorts us the entire length of the pier!
Dr. Feel Good and I both agreed that this was definitely one for the books! Who gets a police escort on their first date!?!?
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