“My Other Half Isn’t…At Comic Con”

18 Oct

 

Except if it’s Shane West. Seriously, if it is Shane West I would like to ask, beg, and plead with Fate to get moving on it. I mean…LOOK AT HIM!

 

More on that later though.

Geeks, Nerds, Dorks, People that know the inside of a locker too well, are all things you probably think of when you think of the event goers of Comic Con.

After all, that’s what went through my mind at first. What kind of adult stays at home playing World of War Craft or reading the latest adventure of ‘Superman”?

How ignorant and wrong is that?

I went to Comic Con on Saturday and Sunday and was immediately floored with how many people were dressed up. I don’t mean dressed up in the sense of, “I put together this costume in less than a week”.

These fans must have spent hours on their outfits because I have never seen such a display of admiration before. The amount of passion that was shown by these people is something to be admired.

Most adults in the work force are in a panic if their pants aren’t creased correctly but here you have adults who are brave enough to walk the city streets as a character from Avatar; blue body and all. I even saw one girl who was wearing only body paint and pasties. I wear shorts on the beach and this girl is covered by paint and stickers!

Who is the nerd in that comparison?

Also, the stats these people know are amazing. If you want to know what year the first issue of Spiderman came out; they know it. They know every detail of the Aquaman series. Ask a question about the ring that the Green Lanter wears and SOMEONE if not EVERYONE at the Javits Center would have known.

It was the kind of thing that we all would have known about when we were six years old, sitting in front of the television, eating our rice krispies.

THAT’S the problem. When did we forget how to have fun in the non drinking, imaginative ways? When did it suddenly become the norm to work extra late and come to work extra early instead of doing something out of the ordinary once in a while?

I am not saying that every one has to pick up a Batman costume but, for the sake of your sanity and health, put away your workaholic tendencies.

Now, why didn’t I find my other half at Comic Con? Due to the fact of the other side of the coin…

There was no balance between real life and this event. I guess it would be like a normal, non guitar playing, boy trying to talk to me at a Bon Jovi concert. Every one there was so invested in talking about the AMC premiere of “Walking Dead” that no one really cared about finding someone to have dinner with.

One extreme is no better than the other.

PART TWO

While I did say that this blog was going to open me up to new experiences, I didn’t go to Comic Con JUST to find my other half. No, this falls under the category of a groupie event.

My friend had informed me that the cast of Vampire Diaries was going to be there a few weeks ago so I jumped on getting my ticket. I immediately had visions of Stefan and Damon having their way with me right in the middle of the Javites Center.

Turns out neither were there. Nope…not Stefan, not Damon, NEITHER!

However, Shane West was there promotion his show (yes HIS show, not Maggie Q’s) Nikkita.

Before I continue let me just say that I have had the HUGEST crush on him since his role in “Get Over It”. He played this Australian boy bander named Striker who had a hit song called “Love Scud”.

I even listened to his band’s music. Yes, I supported his whole duel working role.

Well, when I found out that the vampire boys weren’t going to be there but Shane was, my broken heart was fully mended. My fourteen year old self was salivating and my twenty six year old self wanted to know if I could unbutton his jeans with my teeth.

Below are pictures I took from the “Nikkita” panel. Take time to notice each downward glance, small smirk, bedroom eyes, naked pose….wait, sorry, last one was just my imagination on overload.

 

 

 

 

After my lustful time with Mr. West, I went into the Vampire Diaries meet and greet where each cast member WHO WAS THERE was extremely sweet

 

 

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My Other Half Isnt….Mr. I Want To Get Married NOW

13 Oct

I wasn’t really sure if men had biological clocks but after last night’s date I’m sure the answer is yes.

Match.com has provided me with a few laughs and countless shirtless pictures of men.  Okcupid gave me a mail box full of boys who call me “Baby, Sweetie, Doll” before even knowing my real name.  In an effort to put myself out there further, I decided to join the website “Plenty of Fish”.

First of all within 20 minutes of posting my profile, the emails just kept coming.  I had guys that were boy band good-looking, guys that had pictures of the bottle of jack attached to their mouths and then I had guys who looked like the drove a mini van around town kidnapping little kids with promises of candy.

Last night’s date was from the new website and even from the get go I felt something was just off.

Within five minutes of getting my number, Mr. Plenty of Fish number one texts me.  Then texts me all day every day for about five days until our date last night. 

Remember how I stressed about “Skylar Time”.  I work from 9-530 trying to not hang myself with the mess I’ve gotten myself into.  The LAST thing I want to do is be bothered all day.  Still, I was nice.  I figured I was just being bitchy and punishing this one guy for the mistakes of others.

I met him at the restaurant and it was really gorgeous.  It was this upscale chinese restaurant; very romantic and probably one of the nicest places I’ve been too.  There wasn’t a pause in conversation at all; which was completely different from any of the dates I had been on.  We even went to get dessert at another restaurant and, in total, the date probably lasted about four hours.

The problem was that the whole time he kept making plans with MY time.  “We could definitely do a cruise together”.  A cruise?  I don’t even know how I felt about dinner and this guy is planning a trip.

“If/when you meet my mom she…”  Whoa..what?  I’m sure she is nice and all but it’s the first date!

“Oh you are free the weekend of the 22nd?  We should hang out then”  Reserving me two weeks in advance is kind of weird. 

Also, the fact that he mentioned how his dad pointed out that if he would get married and have kids his taxes would be lower was kind of a white flag.

Am I over reacting to all of this or would this freak out anyone?

Let’s say none of that had happened, there still weren’t any butterflies.  There was no spark, not overwhelming desire to get a kiss goodnight.  The only desire I had was to hurry up and get home.

Anyway, I think my time with Mr. Plenty of Fish number one is done.  I just don’t have the patience for someone who over joyed to hang out with me when they DON’T KNOW ME!

I finished my post about my Comic Con adventure this past weekend.  I’m just waiting to get my camera back to post all the pictures of the insane event. Also, this weekend is a very exciting one.  Not only do I get to visit Angie, BUT I also have a groupie adventure on Sunday.  Stay tuned….

As for all the dream interpretations, thank you very much guys!  They were all very helpful and extremely insightful.  I think once my vacation happens the odd/work related dreams will stop.

My Other Half Isn’t…In My Dream

28 Sep

Borrowed from "Designing Millie"

There has to be someone out there that is good at interpreting dreams so, if you are or even if you just want to take a crack it, your help is definitely needed.

Last night, I had this weird dream.  In it I was getting ready for my wedding at my mother’s apartment; completely excited to be in my dress.  The dress was white, strap less, and had a diamond design in the center of it.

Anyway, I went downstairs to the street to see my friend Angie, who is the maid of honor, waiting for the bus in her sweats.  I start yelling about her being late and she starts yelling at me about getting married without my eyebrows done.

She pulls me into some restaurant and as she’s plucking my eyebrows I look into the mirror to see the dress gone and my hair in a ponytail.  I’m just back in my regular, old, ratty house clothes.

WHAT DOES THAT MEAN??!!!

I immediately asked Angie and was told that, “You want to get married without doing the work to find a guy.  Hence, why he didn’t appear in your dream at all.”

Then I asked Noreen and she said, “You wanted to be married yesterday.”

Anyone care to take a guess at what this meant?  Before you ask, no, I had no idea who my groom was supposed to be.  To make myself feel a bit more comfortable, let’s just say it was Tommy Lee.

My Other Half Isn’t…At Girls Night

28 Sep

But at girl’s night you really shouldn’t be looking…

I met up with a few girls for dinner on Friday night to a restaurant called Pipa Tapas Bar and Grill.  When I tell you that this is the perfect date place, I’m not exaggerating.

The restaurant is dimly lit with beautiful chandeliers that bring out the decor of the place.  Candelight on each table just beg for couples to sit and hold hands as the gentelman proposes something extrordinary.

However, if you are single you probably won’t enjoy the fact that the place gets beyond PACKED on a Friday night.  When I say packed, I mean that it was impossible to “eye flirt” with the tall, tanned brunette by the bar because there were about twenty people between us and I’m only 5’1.

Anyway, during dinner the girls & I were discussing men and being single in the city when one girl made the suggestion of dating a banker.

According to her, bankers fall into two different categories.  You ahve the young guys who make more money than God that want to bed every girl they come across.  Then you have the young guys who just want to settle down, get married, live in the suburbs & get married.

The second type of banker is definitely something to look into.

Another suggestion was made; go to a sports bar during football season!

Pretty obvious huh? So obvious I didn’t even think of it.

Next stop was Flute Grammercy which has the set up for a “Sex and the City” night. It’s the perfect spot to go to after you get glammed up.  Put on your party dress, curl your hair, sit at the bar and flirt with the gorgeous bartender  that looks like he should be strapped with a guitar instead of serving people drinks. (I didn’t get a chance to flirt since I looked a horrid mess but I intend to fully doll up next time)

All in all it was a nice girls night which was nice to have after the drama I’ve had with my former sisters.

My Other Half Isn’t…At Happy Hour

27 Sep

The only way to describe how I am feeling is to compare it to the flu.  You’re sick in bed for weeks on end and then one day you wake up and realize that you’re cured; all better.

I won a happy hour for last Thursday.  After the last few weeks a free open bar for myself was exactly what I needed.

Well, in true Skylar fashion, I invited everyone I work with.  Yes, EVERYONE!

It’s probably because I’m a glutton for punishment.  That may be the honest truth. But, to make myself feel better, let’s just say it was so I have something to entertain you all with.

Well, the day before, I ended up asking Rob if he was coming and after thirty minutes of our normal banter, he instructed me to text him Thursday during the happy hour to remind him & he would come.

I’ve watched “He’s Just Not That Into You” enough to know what that means.

That my dear friend, Angie, threatened physical harm if I did it.

So, imagine my surprise when I’m drinking with my friends and he walks in without me having to remind him.

We talked, joked and the butterflies flew 80 miles per hour when he tole me that instead of going straight home (his mom was having a crisis) he came because he wasn’t going to just ditch me.

At the end of the night he kissed my cheek, left and I listened to Taylor Swift the whole ride home.  Then the next day…

Nothing. No pokes, no scares…nothing.

My roommate has declared that it’s time to let it go.

My dearest Nor has come up with (and probably accurate) conclusion that he’s mending fences so we could all hang out without their being awkwardness.  Friendship fences, folks, not romantic ones.

That leaves the question, “What does Skylar think?”

Well, Skylar is exhausted from wondering what every joke means.

I’m sick of asking for the advice of my guy friends.

Here’s the truth, a guy that really likes you isn’t going to make you wonder.  He’s just going to tell you and he’s going to continue to tell you until you get physically ill from hearing it.

Why? For the simple fact that after the age of 17, anything else is just unacceptable.

I went to dinner with my friend Gail on Tuesday who I hadn’t seen since December.  When I caught up with her she said it best with “What’s going on? You were always such a free spirit and now..?”

Now?  Now I’m done.  I’m completely done with the wondering and the day dreams.

Skylar Hope never went off chasing a guy. (Unless he was nominated for and American Music Award) and she isn’t going to start now.

So, with that said, I’m closing the book on my office drama. It’s just too high school for me.

Meanwhile, due to the fact that I couldn’t ditch my own happy hour, I missed meeting Vince Neil at Borders.

Shoot me immediately.

This guy from match.com wanted to take me as our first date because he knew I LOVE Motley Crue. Pretty impressive huh?  We are supposed to go out sometime this week and I’m actually kind of excited.

OH! I almost forgot the most important part of my story.

I finally booked my California Trip.  Here’s to sun, surf, rocker boys and most importantly my sisters of rock and roll.

Just a few weeks folks….

“My Other Half Isn’t…Any Tinseltowns Leading Men”

23 Sep

The other night, while watching “Pretty in Pink”, I began to think of how extremely lucky Molly Ringwald’s character was.  After all there she was with not one guy but TWO guys who were all about her. Then to add insult to injury, the girl didn’t even have to go to concerts, online dating, girl’s nights or happy hours to find these guys. 

No, all she had to do was go to school and look at her one and only guy friend. 

Lucky bitch. 

I remember watching this movie as a kid thinking how great it would be to have a “Duckie”; the best guy friend who was adorable, in love with me and OBVIOUSLY the right guy.  (Don’t even get me started on how Blaine was the WRONG choice) 

Then I began thinking of how I used to base my future husband off of the leading men in these romantic comedies as a little girl and as a teen. 

I wanted the guy who was going to hold the  boom box out her window with Peter Gabriel blaring. 

Yes, I was going to date the kind of guy that was going to sing “You’re just to good to be true” on the soccer field at my school just for me. 

Oh, and butterflies in my stomach would only occur when I witness the boy I was crazy about punch out a guy in defense of my honor. 

In any of that list did you see, ” I was going to get butterflies in my stomach when some guy accuses me of looking at Yahoo during work”?! 

No wonder there are so many single women out there!  We are all victims of romantic films brainwashing our young impressionable minds that true love; perfect guys are out there. 

Below is a list of the perfect movie boyfriends who have made it harder to see the declaration of “I like you” in the random funny faces I get throughout the day. 

Mandy Moore and Shane West in "A Walk To Remember"

 

Landon Carter: A Walk to Remember 

When I was seventeen I was completely in love with this guy.  How could I not be?  He bought his girlfriend a sweater after noticing she only had one!  He named a star after her.  Yes, A STAR!  Landon even learned how to dance and spun Miss Jaime Sullivan around on her balcony.  Oh!  Then to top it all off, when she was dying of Leukemia he proposed to her at 18.  18 years old and he proposes.  Guys have difficulty asking a girl out and this guy is proposing before he can even legally drink.  Landon Carter is definitely one of the greatest movie boyfriends of all time. 

Ryan Gosselin as Noah Calhoun in "The Notebook"

 

Noah Calhoun: The Notebook 

For every guy who thinks holding the door open is something a girl needs to be thankful for, meet Noah Calhoun.  Noah climbed up a Ferris Wheel to ask Miss Ally Hamilton out and built a dream house for her.  (Yeah, you paying for dinner doesn’t seem like such a big deal now does it?) Noah fell victim to young love and, even when apart, never did get over his first true love.  Even when Ally began suffering with Alzheimer’s, he didn’t trade her in for some hot young model.  He stayed with her in an old age home and read to her everyday in hopes that she would remember him. 

Richard Gere as Edward Lewis in "Pretty Woman"

 

Edward Lewis: Pretty Woman 

Long before there was an Edward Cullen, there was Edward Lewis; heir to a company fortune who enjoyed staying in the penthouses of hotels despite his fear of heights.  Deathly afraid of commitment (obviously he had never met Mr. Calhoun or Mr. Carter), he hires a prostitute named Vivian to be his date to various events throughout the week.  Before I continue I should mention that I was only about five when I saw this film, had no idea what a prostitute was but I became completely obsessed with a guy saving me from my ordinary life.  He takes her to a country derby, the opera, a private jet ride and a shopping spree to end all shopping sprees.  Don’t forget he even punched out his friend/business partner to defend her honor.  The perfect guy in a suit, indeed. 

Patrick Dempsey as Tom Bailey

  

Tom Bailey: Made of Honor 

I have an affection for Patrick Dempsey.  I truly do.  Even when his character, Dr. McDreamy, was sleeping with Meredith and still married to Addison I loved him.  This is why when “Made of Honor” came out my mother and I saw it opening weekend and both sighed with every twinkle of this man’s baby blues.  Tom is basically a oversexed whore who suddenly comes to the realization that he’s in love with his best friend Hannah.  Then, without warning, she becomes engaged while away on business and makes Tom her Maid of Honor.  For all those men out there who believe that going shopping with their girlfriends is a trauma, take a look at what Tom did to win Hannah’s affections.  Mr. Bailey went lingerie shopping, juggled china plates, wore a kilt, made baskets for the bridal party, planned her bridal shower, rode a horse into a church to stop a wedding and declared his love to her on a mountain in Scotland.  You normal guys really do make me sick after watching this movie. 

Leonardo DiCaprio as Jack Dawson

  

Jack Dawson: Titanic 

When I think back to the list of movies that ruined my perception of men, Titanic is up there.  It may even be the kryptonite to my realistic views on men.  Imagine being a thirteen year old girl seeing Jack Dawson keep Rose from killing herself for the sixth time in the movie theater.  Imagine sighing and thinking how amazing it would be to date an artist so he could draw you!  How great would it be for your teenaged imagination to think that when you get older a Jack Dawson was going to take you away and, after taking your virginity in the backseat of a car, show you how to ride a horse like a man and spit like a man.  Even as I write this, my 13-year-old self kind of wants to book a cruise and try to jump off to see if Jack Dawson rescues her. 

Can anyone think of any onscreen boyfriends that made you set your sights to high in the love department?

My Other Half Isn’t…Someone Who Can’t Cheer Me Up

9 Sep

 

Alright, I will be the first to admit that this week I have been more than a bit morose.  Truthfully, I have been in a complete fog since Saturday and I don’t even have the energy to fight this ever-growing gray cloud over me. 

It probably started with the realization that my own “Regina” has nearly succeeded in fading me out from our circle of friends.  I find it impressive that someone who has blown off important functions, talked about her friends behind their back, and has shown little or no compassion towards any serious situation in their life can come up on top in this situation.  I bow down gracefully and shrug my shoulders at this point.  Karma is a bitch and I will sit back and watch with glee when the truth all comes out.  Until then, it’s all kind of taking its toll on my patience. 

Then there is work.  There used to be a time when I couldn’t WAIT to come to work. 

There also used to be a time when I believed that Santa would leave the keys to a shiny mustang convertible underneath the tree.  (Hey, Barbie had one so why couldn’t my five-year old self have one too!) 

Dealing with piles of paperwork everyday, talking on the phone to rude people, and being stuck on the ONE floor I don’t want to be on is slowly getting me antsy. 

Not to mention that if I must have one more polite, awkward, conversation with certain people I will shoot myself.  It isn’t fun to poor yourself some coffee and politely chatter about work while trying not to cry all over your new work appropriate top. 

With every file I put away I feel handcuffs gripping tighter. 

Every hollow smile leaves me with this overwhelming desire to go into fits of crying. 

This week has been the kind of week that my other half would have been useful in. 

The funny thing is that when you like someone, it doesn’t take much for them to make you feel better.  A joke, a funny face, a kind word and a friendly ear would have probably cured me from this nagging feeling of disgust. 

Even one of those heart stopping, soul meshing hugs that ONLY your other half can give you would have calmed the storm. 

“It’ll be alright.” 

“You’ll get through this.” 

“Why don’t we just hop in the car and drive until we run out gas.” 

ALL WOULD HAVE WORKED THIS WEEK. 

Although, I have to say that with my luck he would have been one of the morons who nod politely, listen and then complain about whatever is on his mind. 

Oh well, until then I guess I have to settle for making myself feel better in the way I’ve come to know and appreciate 

My Blog 

 

                   My Concerts 

Vince Neil will be in NYC in September!

 My Sisters….the ones I have left… 

And my television shows feature gorgeous GORGEOUS men.. 

Stefan and Damon

Ah, yes, the season Premiere of Vampire Diaries is on tonight.  The very thought of spending my evening with both Stefan and Damon is enough to brighten up this hellish day.  Putting aside the whole blood lust thing, they really are the perfect guys. 

Here’s hope that tomorrow will bring something great and that the sun will shed some light on my gray cloud…