Archive | August, 2010

No More Romantic Moments While Drinking

31 Aug

Is it normal for a guy you JUST met to make sexual jokes? It’s a bit strange don’t you think? Somehow I think that I may have to slowly remove myself from talking to Aaron.

Also, if any of you guys have a remedy for getting rid of butterflies I would GREATLY appreciate it. You know that pesky nervous fluttering you get when someone you like is around you? I would LOVE LOVE LOVE it if that feeling went away. I would really enjoy it if I could walk through the halls at work, get talked to, and not automatically think of romantic walks to grand central station.

So, if any of you readers out there have any suggestions at all, please leave them below. Thanks

P.S. I’ve just started putting together my Facebook page but wanted to remind you guys that I do have a twitter. Just look for me @skylarhope25 if you want up to the minute updates on how I embarrass myself on a daily basis.

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“My Other Half Isn’t…Steven Tyler or Joe Perry”

31 Aug

Steven and Joe Winning my Heart

 

How much money would it take for me to change that?  The riffs, the body, the voice….I’m official ruined for all men and I don’t even care!

Aerosmith was AMAZING!  When I tell you that I was ready to drop to my knees and thank the concert gods for the opportunity to see such talent, I’m not exaggerating.

My seats were amazing and I have to say I had a very magical night.

Not only did I have an overload of dirty fantasies involving Steve, Joe and sometimes both at the same time, but I also met a very nice boy.

A non musician boy.

This year my rocker type has been elusive so I have kept an open mind and dated outside my tattooed, guitar playing types.  Saturday night I met Aaron, (you guys should be used to alias’ by now) who was nothing but sweet from the moment I met him.

Which is why when we walked on the beach that night I let him kiss me.  That and I’ve always wanted to having a romantic kiss under a sky full of stars and the moon off in the distance.

Also, when he won be a blue stuffed frog on the boardwalk, I did slightly giggle in side.

Here lies the problem:  The moment I got home it was like the spell was completely over.  Was it just residual excitement from the show?  Did I really like him and am just slightly jaded?

Also, telling me this,  WHY, on the way home, did I spend the time thinking of …people who annoy me on a regular basis!  As a matter of fact, the only guys that completely get that moron out of my head are my musicians.  This is just ridiculous already.

All I know is that Aaron really is sweet and even sent me a text last night to tell me how much fun he had.  Then he added me on Facebook.  Then he sent me another text today.

Reading that sentence literally just screams out “Fort Skylar is worse than it was before” doesn’t it?

Well, in the words of my brilliant coworker, I’m keeping it “breezy”.  I refuse to put any meaning into anything that is said and I certainly refuse to fall into like with anyone right away.  I’m keeping my options open and I’m keeping my dating circle open.

Unless Steven of Joe call…then all bets are off.

“My Other Half Isn’t…At Hammerstein Ballroom”

31 Aug

Nick Carter and AJ McLean

 

Unless he was on stage last night.  If that’s the case would someone please send my information to one of the four members of the Backstreet Boys.  Thanks a million!

Last night I went to go see their show and it made me miss being 15.  It also made me realize how fearless I used to be back in the days of hotel hopping and hiking up my school uniform to get the bodyguards to be nice to me.

Yes, when your young you rarely think about the consequences of your actions.  When your older you rarely think about anything else BUT the consequences of your actions.

I’ve decided I need to have more of a balance.

Last night I was thinking how awesome it would be to hope on a bus and go to Ohio for their next show.  At 15, I probably would have done it.  At 25, I knew I needed my job and couldn’t do that sort of thing anymore.  At 26, I know I’m seeing Aerosmith tomorrow so my groupie hunger is satisfied for the time being.

I also met the sweetest group of girls you will ever meet.  All under the age of 21 and all had never even stood outside a backstage door to meet a band before.  I know you all are probably thinking that I’m slowly corrupting the youth of America with my groupie beliefs but I’d like you to refer to one of my previous posts when I explain that groupiehood is just another level of sisterhood

As for the hunt for Mr. Right at a Backstreet show; obviously that was going to be a needle in a haystack.  However, I did see a cute roadie working the show and I did see a few happy couples that gave me hope that my dream of a balance is possible.

Also, any guy that can sit through a bunch of adult women screaming like teens and throwing their panties on stage gets my Prince Charming vote.

As for the show itself, I HIGHLY recommend that you single gals go out and enjoy yourself with the visual pleasure of four gorgeous guys singing about love that may not exists.  Committed guys, take your girls out to the show because I guarantee you will get laid at the end of the  night.

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My Other Half Isnt…My Date From Last Night (At Least For Now)

25 Aug

I am really beginning to HATE dating.  I am not sure who said that being a single gal in the city was all fun and cosmos but they lied.

With every date I go on my hope that there are gentleman out there diminishes to almost nonexistent proportions.  The dream of finding “the guy” is seemingly not worth it.  At the end of each date I go home and have a good laugh while thinking to myself that maybe my office romance was the best that I was going to get.

That’s how much I HATE dating.

Now, to be fair Mr OkCupid number one wasn’t bad.  He was charming and funny; with a cute irish accent.  If James Van Derbeek and Robert Pattinson had a baby, this guy would be their love child.  He even opened doors for me.

Onto why I’m pretty sure I wont hear from him again or he wont hear from me.

We met up at 730 and by 841 he says that he has to get going.  That’s fine.  I kind of wanted it to be an early night anyway but it just seemed very abrupt.

He never asked if I wanted anything else.  I had one beer and by the time I got home I was in dire need of anything cooked.

Mr. Okcupid number one apparently learned dating skills from Match.com guy number one because neither one of them walked me to the train station.

Maybe it’s me.  I could just be completely old-fashioned and want things in a specific way that doesn’t exist anymore.  Then again even my guy friend texted me back with the words “you are worth a dinner.”

It just seems that the closer my deadline gets, the more disgusted I get with the male population.  Where are the guys that all the love songs are about?  Where the hell is the guy that movies are based on??  Seriously, I’d like to know where the guys like Gerry (P.S. I love you), Jude (Across the Universe), Jack (Titanic), Landon (A Walk to Remember) and Noah (The Notebook) are!

Before the “those guys are fictional” comments begin let me just clarify.  I don’t want a star named after me.  I just want my chair pulled out.  I don’t want someone to read to me every night.  I just want someone to help me with my jacket.

Reasonable requests I think.

I think I may just take a break from the online dating thing for a week or two.  I still haven’t heard from Joey since our date last week so I’m thinking that’s a bust. 

Onto better news.

My photo shoot is scheduled for Friday so I’ll be sure to post those pictures as soon as they are taken.  Also, look for my Facebook link for videos, pictures and some fun tidbits that my mishaps provide me with.

Tomorrow I’m hanging out with my friend for a groupie adventure. (THANK GOD!)

Saturday is my Aerosmith show which is another reason to get on my knees and thank whoever is in charge up there.  After consistently going after Prince “I’m not 100% charming but I can get you to smile every once in a blue moon” I would just like to lust after Joe Perry for an hour and a half. 

What do you guys think?  Am I aiming my sights to high with unrealistic ideas of what relationships are supposed to be? For all you taken people, where did you meet your significant other?  Am I the only single gal who goes through all this crap?

Till next time,

Skylar Hope

Why Can’t Girls Just Play NICE??!!

21 Aug

The famous females from "Dynasty" in an everyday cat fight.

For those of you who have read my blog on a regular basis, you will know how strongly I feel about men and their complete inability to do most things better than women.

Except for one thing.

Men are better at friendships with men than women are with other women.

Men don’t talk behind each others backs and there isn’t these over thought plots to ruin another guy’s reputation just because he wore the same color as you to a party.

There isn’t any jealousy between boys.  One gentlemen’s success is the opportunity for that successful guy to pay for happy hours for his less successful posse.  It’s just as simple as that.

Females, on the other hand, we are just evil to each other.  For some reason females completely enjoy going for the jugular and I can’t really understand why.

Since When Does Every Group Need A Regina George?

Every group of girls has a leader

I’m really not sure where it is written, but apparently in each clique there’s a Regina George.  For anyone that is not familiar with the movie “Mean Girls”, Regina was a high school girl who was the head of a popular clique known as The Plastics. Everyone wanted to be her friend DESPITE the fact that no one really liked her because she was so mean.  She was the one who made the plans, and dictated what was cool and basically called the shots of who was in the clique and who wasn’t.

Until recently, I really didn’t realize how much of my life mirrored this movie.  I am twenty-six and feel like I’m living in this awful teen movie that will not end, even though my friendship with my very own Regina George is over.

Just like romantic relationships, things start to fall apart gradually.  It starts off small like, “You can’t where blue because I’m wearing blue and we aren’t twins.”

Once, it’s annoying but it can be overlooked.  Twice, you grit your teeth and smile.  By eight hundred twenty-five, all you want to do is hang yourself.

Next comes the not so subtle attack of your personal character.

I can COMPLETELY understand if people want to snicker at my groupie activities.  I really don’t care what their opinions are since I know I’m not doing anything to be ashamed of.

With that said, as my friend, you shouldn’t constantly berate me for it. Especially since you do the exact same thing on a WHOLE other plain.  I do what I do for fun and don’t hurt anyone doing it.  Others use people on a daily basis and get away with it just for the sake of the end result.

Also, I get being honest but there comes a point where honesty is just an excuse to be mean.

Finally comes the point where you opinions about certain things have to be kept quiet because any difference in opinions from Regina’s will lead to an automatic removal from The Plastics.

If you don’t think its fair that you bend over backward to do a,b,c and d yet they can’t even do a for you; tough.  Not Regina’s problem.

The Aftermath of The Removal of the Clique

Or as I like to call it the; “Getting back to high school days”

When my parents got divorced and when my stepfather moved out, there really wasn’t much of a custody battle.  It was more like an automatic “Mom gets the kids” deal.

However, I do know that in some break ups there is a great deal of mud-slinging that goes on and the kids are the ones in the middle.  It is a constant tug of war and the kid feels like they have to choose which parent they love more.

I suppose that is the way it is when two former GAL pals call it quits because this is just ridiculous.

Going on Facebook and making comments about the other person to play mind games with them…

Suddenly being interested in the lives of your friends that you had NO interest in previously…

It’s boring and as the person who is trying to just move on, it makes Regina George seem kind of pathetic.

Also, it isn’t cool to suddenly be involved in mutual friends lives to shut a person out.

How can you really hang out with someone when three months ago you called them stuck up for not helping you on your groupie endeavors?

Or plan a trip with people who you were ready to kick off it because “she has to strikes against her and on the third I’m done”

What about defending a friend so fiercely over something that wasnt said, yet on MANY occasion the topic of conversation was that SAME friends lousy taste in men.

The list goes ON and ON and…oh yes…ON!

Amicable Break Ups

From FAQ.ORG

Are there such things as an amicable break up?  Can’t a friendship between girls be respectful?  If one person in the scenario is moving on and fine with the ending of the friendship, why does the other INSIST on starting a war?

Or maybe females just have a natural way of being mean to each other?

It’s really funny to me that people talk SO MUCH TRASH about being a groupie and having your groupie sisters.  Yet, I’ve never had this bad of time with a groupie sister.

It is really sad because I don’t get how mean you can be to someone who you were so close with at one point.  It makes a person question all those years of friendship.

One thing is for certain…

I’d rather be the girl who is completely real than be a Regina George.  I never really liked being the bitch anyway….

My Other Half COULD Be…(that’s right folks, I SAID IT)..Mr Match #2

17 Aug

I know you regular readers are probably reading the title COMPLETELY confused.  I know most have probably gotten very used to me bashing the other sex and pointing out time and time again how great they are at lying.

Don’t worry, there will be some of that later.

For the past two weeks I’ve been talking to Match guy #2 via text and email.  We agreed to meet yesterday (Monday) for a drink just to get to know each other better.

Well, unlike my first online date, he was there early, held the door opened for me, consistently asked if I wanted anything else and we even walked to the train together.

What was one drink actually turned into about three or four and a four-hour date.

All in all he was very sweet, funny and charming.  As a matter of fact, it was such a great date that I will give him a blog name; Joey.

I once read in an article that a girl isn’t supposed to text message a guy once she gets home to thank him if she had a nice time.  I never agreed with that.  It just seems rude if you don’t.

Anyway I did once I got home and he replied that he was glad and that we have to “people watch soon”.

Which brings me to a random, yet vitally important observation about the male/female mating dance.

At the bar there were these two girls who looked like the JUST turned 21 surrounded by men that looked like they were no younger than 42.  Please explain what a 42-year-old man has in common with a 21-year-old?

The answer; nothing.  How do I know?  Well, because there was barely any conversation until the Jameson shots began flowing and then suddenly one of the two girls was just “Chatty Cathy”.

Men, I can NOT stress this enough, just like you will say anything to get laid a girl in her 20’s will say anything to get a few free drinks.  Oh, and just like you like to bang a girl and basically kick her out of your bed she will take her free drinks, excuse herself to the bathroom and never return.

Stick to your own age ranges boys.  It’s really creepy for a man pushing 50 to flirt with a bunch of high school girls with a fake ID.

Moving on…

Monday was an odd day for another reason as well.  If you really don’t talk to a person you used to date, WHY would you email them venting about how busy work is getting for you?

My days are literally spent avoiding any area where Robert may be working.  Mainly because I feel one of two things; either this insane urge to throw a heavy office supply directly at his head or massive amounts of butterflies that just wont seem to go away no matter how much I remind myself of how much of a jerk he can be.

Well, on Monday he decides to email me and ask how my birthday went which went into a conversation of how he spent some time with his baby relative (cue in butterflies here) which led into the whole conversation of how crazed his days have become due to his work.

I don’t know what’s worse; the fact that he had the nerve to even vent to me or the fact I actually felt genuinely bad for him.

My social life seems to be taking an upward swing.  Tomorrow I have a date with Okcupid guy #1 and a date with Match guy #3 on Friday.

However the most exciting thing about this week aren’t the dates I’ll be going on or the amazing time I had on Monday.

On Thursday I’ll be having dinner with my old high school partner in crime.  I haven’t seen her since graduation and I am more than thrilled that we are reconnecting.  She is one of the few sisters I have that wasn’t just a sister you could call upon when you had a problem.  No, Miss J was a friend that you could even call upon to stand outside the Trump International Hotel to wait for your favorite boy band member with you.

Groupie sisters are sisters for life if you hadn’t notice by now.

Speaking of my undying love for rock and roll, Aerosmith, Bret Michaels and Vince Neil will all be in the tri-state are in the next month and I intend on being at all of them.  It’s been a while since I lusted after guitar swinging men and after my daily awkward situations at work AND awful date with Match guy #1, I deserve it.

Who knows, I may even find my other half at any of the above three shows!

Signing off for now.  Hopefully, I’ll have another great date tomorrow.