I need opinions!!!

Sophie here-

I need to tell you guys how things ended for the semester with Allen! There were a couple things that he said that I need help interpreting! He came to my new house to study and I showed him around. When I showed him my room/bathroom he said, "Wow, you really need a boyfriend to take advantage of this." I was thinking Hmmm...maybe you?? When I bade him adieu for the summer over telephone conversation he replied "Wait? I'm not going to see you before I leave?! Come and say bye to me!" So the following day I went to his dormitory and unfortunately he had an audience there sitting on his couch watching our sexual tension fly back and forth like a tennis ball. "Can I have a few blank cds? I wanna make mixes for my parents." I asked. He then pulled out 3 really nice cd cases wrapped with a brand new cd inside them. "Woah, those are really nice," I said. "I don't want to take those; I feel bad." Allen replied, "Well...I like you, soo I'm cool with giving these to you." I must have turned the color of the deepest scarlet I can fathom. I can't wait to see him in August, we have a couple classes together which should make things pretty interesting :) Let me know what you think!!!

x's and o's

Sophs

SOB turned into Prince Charming

LOVESTRUCK.
[written in stream of consciousness]
Remember Allen? :)

So Allen and I have been spending a lot of time together working on this horrendous project. The worst part about working with Allen is that I cannot concentrate AT ALL. We end up wasting so much time (not really wasting time, just not being efficient) talking for hours and playing games online and reading interesting articles, listening to music you name it. The worst part? I barely know anything about this guy. The best part? Having these incredible feelings for a guy that I don't even know that much about. So how did I get these feelings? and so strong? Contrary to what I first thought, Allen in incredibly passionate about music (as am I). The way he talks about the music infecting his body is exactly how I feel when I connect with music. It is such a turn on! You know those people who dont smile often, but when they do their smile brightens the room? That's Allen. His smile is contagious. Everytime he looks at me with his beautiful blue eyes and big grin I immediately look away to hide the HUGE smile that involuntarily spreads across my face. During our meetings we find eachother just staring into eachother's eyes. I find myself openly tracing his eyes, lips, cheeks, body...I want to kiss him so bad. Sometimes I find myself leaning out of the chair, my body telling me to "do it already!" but my brain kicks in and stops me before I can. I find myself compiling a list of questions I want to ask him. I want to know everything about him. So here is the problem that I have. Formal is in 4 days. I don't think I'm going. Why? Because first of all I don't have a dress (I could easily get one) but most importantly, I don't have a date and I refuse to ask Allen because he HATES the Greek scene. Honestly, I want to spend Friday night with Allen, just hanging out, in a non-academic scene. The other day Allen was bugging out about some article he read called, "The science of heartbreak". He said he could relate to various parts of the article. "It sounds like you know from expereince" I inquired. "Yes" he said. I told him he didn't have to tell me if he wanted to. "I do want to tell you, let's just say that last year was a really hard year for me" he said, "We' ll talk about it some other time" Every day since that talk I have been contemplating different situations that could have potentially happened. The saddest part? Allen told me "After that experience I am completely numb and I don't think I'll ever be capable of loving again" my heart dropped. literlly. I want to comfort him, tell him how incredible he is, tell him how much I smile inside and outside when Im around him/thinking about him. I want to make him happy. I want so much to tell him I like him but it's too early to tell if it's recriprocated. Also, summer is coming and absence makes the heart grow fonder. The good thing? We have two classes together next semester :) So for now, we will be friends, hang out and I'll pine for him secretly until the time is right. Keep your fingers crossed for me!

infinite x's and o's <333

Sophia

The Peculiar SOB...

Hey gang, Sophs here. I'm sorry my life has been incredibly boring the last few weeks! I'm home right now for spring break but it's sure to pick back up when I get to school. For now, I'll tell you about an intriguing fellow that we shall call, "Allen". This guy is attractive enough (definitely looks better with his new haircut) and sits next to me in my 9 AM Statistics class. As the semester progressed, we began to chat and work together on assignments. I was incredibly annoyed at his disinterest in everything. "Whatever, I don't care," was his favorite phrase. Well I did care and I was sick of his attitude! When our professor said we would be working on a 2 month-long research project, I cringed at the idea of spending hours in the library with Apathetic Allen. "So, uh..you wanna work on it together?" I agreed to work with him, mainly because I knew he would do the work and not leave me with it all at the end. Our first task was to choose a topic that we would like to research. Once again, Allen showed no interest in choosing a topic and left it up to me. Instead of picking a topic I would thoroughly enjoy and going along with his remark, I decided to pick his brain. "What's your major?" That was easy enough question to answer without showing disinterest. "Film" he replied. I typed "film" and "gender" into google scholar. As the page came up, a firey look burned in Allen's eyes that sent blood coarsing through my veins and into my face. It was a bizarre adrenaline rush just from Allen's excitement. Our research topic was immediately decided, "Attack of the Leading Ladies: Gender, Sexuality and Spectatorship in Classic Horror Films". I felt like I had just drank a Red Bull. All of a sudden, I was the energizer bunny and I was ready to rock n roll. Allen and I began discussing plans for our project and time flew by. As I looked down at my watch, I realized it was almost 2 am. "We should get going" I suggested. I was proud of myself for finding Allen's passion and harnessing it for our project, but I wanted more. It became a quick drug, an addiction. I began to get excited to go to class and ask him question after question about filming, directing, acting, you name it. I embarrassingly admitted I hadn't seen many horror flicks. "Well we'll have to change that" he said with his quirky smirk I came to adore. So as I sit here in my house thinking about Allen, I don't know how I feel about the whole situation. As of right now, we are friendly research partners. The last few times we met up, he walked me to my dormitory and began to show interest by asking me questions too. Right now, I'm intrigued by him. I enjoy spending time with him now that I've found the key to unlock his inner fever that has begun to consume me. I'm definitely feeling the heat, and who knows? Maybe things will get spicy ...

let's hope so ;)

Stirred but not Shaken(yet),

Sophia <3

Vivi's Return

Ahh!! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile loves, but things got busy for a bit. Anyway...

Previously on Vivi's Life... I was about to go on a date with my ex, Patrick. The question loomed, "A first date that follows being in a relationship for two months and having "friends with benefits" issues ever since. Could it actually work?"

Well, it did. We had a great time and he was a gentleman about everything. We went to this cute restaurant, and that ex of mine pulled out my chair, he paid, he even did cutesy-but-not-over-the-top-PDA. I really had a good time when we were out, hanging around with him afterwards was nice, and the whole thing was just fun. Since then, we've been talking and he's still adorable about things. The past week or so we haven't seen each other much, but we talked recently and I actually believe he was doing other things and hasn't lost interest. I have no idea where it'll go, but I'm intrigued enough to let things progress as they will.

As for Frank, I was right to assume he intended on disappearing. I've run into him a few times, and he's obviously practiced in these scenarios. I actually marvel at how he skillfully avoids blunt rudeness without ever saying more than duty requires a "nice guy" to say to the girl he blew off. He wasn't at the Thursday event I mentioned, and none of the guys there really caught my attention.

This brings me to a ridiculous man-encounter, a grand unexpected disappointment that occurred this week. I have had a modest crush for quite some time on this guy, Joe, who lives in my building. We never really made plans to hang out, but when we ran into each other he was always friendly. Cute, a little dorky, smart, funny... just the stereotypical, overlooked sweetheart I needed. Well, my crush had flamed up a little lately with Patrick being so MIA, so I asked for Joe's phone number and suggested we hang out soon. When I texted him my number, he soon asked if I wanted to hang out that night. True, it was late, but I stay up late... so I agreed to having him visit. Joe seemed harmless, I thought maybe he'd attempt some cute cuddling if he could build up the nerve. I was advised to avoid kissing as it was our first time hanging out, but I didn't think it would be a problem with this guy. Wrong. So wrong.

Pretty soon, he'd arranged it so we were lying down, and he kisses me very early on in the movie. we made out, and he kept on trying to persuade me to go farther than I wanted to. I never blame guys for trying things, but this was beyond the initial suggestion, denial, acceptance pattern. He didn't force me into anything of course, but his persistent attempts and suggestions just made him so unappealing. All of this, and he spanked me. Honestly? I have never been spanked where it wasn't a joke... where did his notions of seduction come from? Did he really think this would all turn me on?

He didn't seem anything like the guy I knew. The juxtaposition was so unbelievable that I couldn't let the dream die, so I told him he could contact me if he wanted to see me again before I went out-of-town. I don't know what I was really hoping for. I should have known Joe was a lost cause, and any remaining doubt was quickly erased the next night with Joe's 2 AM texting asking if I wanted company. I definitely didn't want Joe's, and I came up with an excuse so I didn't have to deal with being his hormonal-outlet that night. Joe went from dreamy boyfriend-type to nightmare skeeze-ball.

Another crush dies, but I am resilient. Someone good will turn up soon! And if not, at least these psychos will provide for more amusing stories.

Always yours,
Vivi

Word to the Wise...

On Tuesday night, I decided to celebrate my A on my first exam of the semester. Conveniently enough, it was Mardi Gras. My girlfriend (we'll call her Chloe) and I went to the Grove, a cute little strip of bars, restaurants and shops and a hot spot for UM students. Chloe and I were sharing a pitcher at one of our favorite bars and doing what we do best: people watching. As our eyes scanned the dance floor a very attractive pair of eyes met mine. Hello Mr. RicoSuave (that's what I'll call him). He mouthed "hi" to me and as I smiled and mouthed "hi" back he began to approach me. As he made his way towards me, I noticed he was my type to a tee: tall, dark and very handsome (with blue/green eyes, my kryptonite!). RicoSuave and I chatted a little bit and then he gave me his number telling me to text him so he'd have mine. A few hours after our encounter and a few pitchers later, I was feeling confident. "hey it's sophia" I said. We didn't end up meeting up that night but he told me to let him know if I was going to the grove Thursday night.

Thursday night rolls around and after a horrendous mixer with the nice guys, I need a little bit of RicoSuave in my life. I texted him to see if he was going to the grove and here is how the conversation went:

Me: hey are you going to the grove tonight?

RicoSuave: Yea r u?

Me: Yes

RicoSuave: :)

Me: Maybe I'll see you there :)

RicoSuave: Yah babe if anythng u cud slp ovr ;)

......

At this point I thought about enlisting Rico in the Tool Academy. What a fucking idiot. He blew any chances of even getting to know me. Not only, did he think I was going to sleep with him after chatting with him for an approximate 10 minutes, he can't even spell correctly on a goddamn text message! For a night, I lost all hope in the male species. (not until I watched Freddy Prince's "Head over Heels" the next morning did I regain hope).

If any boys are reading this blog, word to the wise...DON'T EVER USE THIS LINE OR ANYTHING CLOSE TO IT...EVER! It only makes you look sleazy and lame.

Later on that night, RicoSuave texted me...

RicoSuave: Hey wher r u?

Me: I decided not to go out tonight, sorry

Right after I sent that final text, I deleted his phone number. So now it's friday and the weekend is starting and I finally have no tests the following week (sorry I haven't blogged in awhile, I've been a good little student studying!) This weekend will be full of debauchery and I promise to fill you all in!

Love and a Glass of Wine,

Sophie <3

PS- Right now I have to give a shout out toVivi...she's going on a date with her ex....hehehe that blog is going to be sooooo entertaining :)

Regression Weekend

*Sigh* It's your Vivienne. I'm pretty sure I've lost the handsome, intelligent Frank for good. Needless to say, Cinderella did not go to the ball on Friday. He came over earlier in the week to get his things and was pretty distant and withdrawn. I doubt I will hear from him again, though it's possible I will see him on Thursday if he goes to the same event I am going to. Meaning I have to be really attractive. Meaning I'm already freaking out, seeing as I have nothing to wear. It should be interesting regardless of his presence given the plethora of new potential crushes. We shall see.

In other news, this weekend I hung out (and made out) with Patrick again. I know, I know what you're thinking: What is wrong with you? Well, it was fun and I'm pretty sure the amount of emotional damage that's bound to occur is still pretty limited at this point. However, yesterday the strangest thing ever happened: He asked me out on a date. A real date as in dinner out... A real date as in he asked me days in advance... A real date as in not just hanging out in my room unattended!!

When he was my boyfriend he didn't take me on a single date. Now, almost a year later he asks. What? Seriously, totally absurd. But, I'm going to go. This will be a very interesting social experiment: A first date that follows being in a relationship for two months and having "friends with benefits" issues ever since. Could it actually work?

I'll let you know.

-Vivienne

Here's to Hope

So, it's Vivienne again. I recently learned (through the tried and true F&FI method - that is Friends & Facebook Investigation) that Frank and "the nice guys" have something going on this very weekend where they bring dates. Frank's friend asked a friend of mine... which had me at a loss for hope of any success in securing an invitation. But, then I learned from a mutual friend that Frank has no date yet.

Now most people would consider this to be a positive, but hope is driving me crazy right now. I can't do anything but wait, when I want to know NOW even if what I find out is bad news. I just hate the idea of fostering unachievable wishes. Wouldn't you rather know, than analyze yourself to death in anticipation?

Excuse me for getting all self-reflective, but maybe this all goes back to girlish prom night dreams. In high school, I didn't get asked to my own prom... I had to bring a date from elsewhere. I had an AMAZING time, but a part of me is still sad that I wasn't asked to go with someone.

I had gone to other proms, but to be asked to my prom by a man I had waited for? To have the fantasy become a reality? After seeing so many ridiculous TV sitcom and cartoon scenarios where such dreams are realized, that was the goal. That's what I wished for when I was little. It didn't happen for me then, but now it's as if there's another chance. Here I am, well into college, feeling like an insecure high schooler hoping against hope that the handsome, popular guy asks her to the dance.

I keep on trying to expect the worst so I won't be disappointed, but I know I will be if things don't turn out the way I want. I guess the truth is that I'm still a blushing, nervous, infatuated girl who can't help but believe in miracles. So, I dedicate this post to that sick little bastard hope. Here's wishing he won't let me down this time.

Over and Out and Always Yours,
Vivienne

something to think about...

So I was reading my text book for my Emotions class and I stumbled across a very intriguing passage in the evolution chapter:

" Across our primate relatives, sexuality varies drastically. Chimpanzees are sexually promiscuous. Once she is sexually mature at age 15, a female chimpanzee advertises her sexual receptiveness by a large pink patch of sexual skin. During the period of sexual advertisement, typicall lasting 10 days, the female may copulate several dozen times a day, with all or most of the adult males in her socal group. Aggression and jockeying for access to female chimpanzees are common among the male chimpanzees. "

Let that sink in a bit.....and here's the next passage:

"Bonobos are less agressive than common chimpanzees, and their social lives seem to revolve almost entirely around sex. Bonobo females are sexually active for about five years before they become fertile. They copulate freely with many of the adult males in their immediate social group. Sexual contact amongst the bonobos is the basis of friendships, conflict reduction and play. "

Ok so I'm not advocating casual sex by any means because I am a firm believer in waiting until you love someone, but isn't it just a wee bit interesting that these carnal creatures are supposedly in our direct line of ancestry? What happened down the road that changed our carnal and physical instinct? Well, it wasn't necessarily changed but rather controlled- dormant if you will (for most of us, that is). I just thought this was an interesting passage and explained why humans are so incredibly consumed with sexual thoughts and desires...because it's instinctual! Anyways, enough Discovery Channel, let's get to the good stuff!

For the first time in a long time I do not have a particular interest in anyone. I know that the basis of this blog is our juicy stories with men, but I am going through a self-reflection process. I believe this process will allow me to love myself again-something I have been trying to pawn off on my crushes. I am motivated and ready for a new me- something that will not only rejuvenate my confidence but bring men to my doorstep. For those of you who think men want some gorgeous pin up girl who's mysterious and a little bit feisty, that may be bonus points, but the real thing they are looking for (in a companion NOT a bootycall) is CONFIDENCE. You can't fake it because it is an aura that surrounds you-an aura that is seen by men and feared by women. The number one thing women can't stand about other women is confidence. Just like our primate relatives, we fight for the opposite sex and in this crazy jungle we call Miami, it's survival of the most confident, intelligent and aggressive that get the men they want :)

So until I have an interesting story, new flavor or another crazy passage from one of my textbooks, you'll most likely be hearing from Vivi a lot. Next Friday night we have a lovely mixer with the brothers of ...for discretionary purposes we'll call them "the nice guys". I am very interested to see what goes down, especially because that is Frank's (Vivi's flavor) fraternity. (At the mention of this Vivi is probably thinking, "Kill me." Because that is what she says lol).

Until next time,

Sophs <3

Bad Decisions and Building Anticipation

Hey, Vivienne here. The past weekend was absolutely ridiculous. Not in a good way either. Let me expatiate.

Thursday I thought I was going to see Frank and his friends. I got ready, was all atwitter like a fourteen-year-old, and walked into his place feeling like I might die. Then, as I hug his roommate, he lets me know that Frank's not there. Damn it. But, the silver lining on the sucky cloud is that Frank was out-of-town (so I could relax a bit), and that I did not mention Frank to his roommate, his roommate just associated me with him. ;-) So, points for me.

Anyway, my plan to figure things out Thursday had failed miserably. The night only amounted to seeing my non-exboyfriend (the one who broke up with me even though we weren't dating, I think I'll call him Luke from now on.) He treated me like someone he barely knew, and I saw his arm around some girl. So the night went from exciting to disappointing to angering. I am going to try to avoid Luke encounters for awhile, so he will forget what I look like, I can improve physically, and then run into him one day nonchalantly as a femme fatale.

Saturday was its own little disaster. I went to a party, but no memorable guys surfaced to sweep me off my feet and perform a Valentine's-Night-Miracle. So what's a lonely single girl to do? Make a mistake involving an ex-boyfriend of course. Oy! After breaking up last year, he (hmm... let's call him Patrick) and I had finally gotten to the Friendly-And-Playful-With-Moderate-Sexual-Tension stage. For any mathematicians out there, I can tell you that this equation is absolutely correct: (Ex-Boyfriend + Ex-Girlfriend + Built-Up Tension + Alcohol) X Valentine's Day = Bad Idea. Luckily I had self-control, because Patrick did not, and the night only amounted to an amusing indiscretion rather than a slutty ex-scapade.

As for the FFS (Future Frank Situation)... I have recently had self-initiated-textual-exchanges with him. He was sweet, and didn't seem to be annoyed. I was also assured earlier of his interest by a mutual friend of ours. So, for now, I'm thinking:
Best Case Scenario: Sometime this week he will contact me and want to see me. I still have some stuff of his that I borrowed, so he has to see me eventually.
Worst Case Scenario: I have inspired enough fear in him that he doesn't want his things back. If this is the situation, I will think of them as a thanks for playing! consolation prize. ;-)

Over and Out and Always Yours,
Vivienne

Peep-toe Pumps & Public Intoxication: Sophie's Story

Before I begin giving any current situtions, there are a few things you should know about me:

1- I am very competitive, I do not play well with others (others being girls), and approximately 90% of my friends are men, which leads me to number two.

2-I understand the male species better than most women- does this give me an advantage? Not Really- but it has helped me maintain friendships with many of my past crushes.

3- This is the one and only time you'll ever see me write this next statement: I am a hopeless romantic. It is extremely hard for me to admit that aloud and contrary to things I may write in future blogs, readers, keep this bullet in mind.

4- I am an aggressor. If I like you, you'll know it (unless you're an idiot). I usually don't waste time driving myself crazy with the "does he like me?" bullshit. I have no problem calling a guy and asking him to chill, but it must be reciprocal. I realize guys need a little push sometimes, but I also realize guys love chasing women (more specifically, women who show absolutely no interest).

I think for the sake of this blog that's all you'll need to know for now. You will learn more about my personality as I begin to share my experiences and stories. With that said...

My current situation: My last situation was 3 days. Day 1: I met Jack at the Grove (I have changed the name because after you read this story, you're going to want to punch this kid in the nuts). Jack is pleasant, mildly attractive, very whitty, engaging, and musically inclined (my soft spot). After 2 pitchers, I realized we had a lot in common and more importantly, chemistry. That night we went our separate ways anticipating our next rendezvous. Day 2: I am with Jack and mutual friends at a club. After many hours of dancing, drinking and sexual tension, we kissed. Let's just say I was pleasantly surprised; he exceeded my expectations. The night ended with a phone number exchange and a lingering look. I know you're thinking, "What went wrong?" Day 3: I friend request Jack on facebook and he immediately accepts the request. As I'm scanning his page, the FIRST thing I see is In a Relationship. I feel my cheeks begin to burn. I was later informed that the situation between him and his long distance girlfriend is serious. First of all, this kid lied to me. Secondly, he immediately assumed that I wanted more when I asked him about it. "We were just having fun, I didn't think you wanted a relationship," he said. WHAT THE FUCK?! I had just met him! The relationship thought was far from my mind. I have enough self worth to not waste time with someone who even has a "situation" with a woman. Like I said, I don't play well with girls. I immediately deleted his number and intend to be cordial when I run into him. So there's that. My 3 day situation. Another thing you should know about me is I am very fickle, which is good for readers because I'll have many boys to fill you in on! This story ends where it began-The Grove. Tonight is a Thursday night and everyone is going out because the weekend has officially begun. Vivi and I are meeting for dinner right now to talk about what we are going to wear, all the girls we're going to make jealous and most importantly, all the hearts we are going to break. :)

Infinite x's and o's,

Sophie <3

Viva la Vivienne!

Hello :) I'm just going to throw you into my current situation. Basically, a few weeks ago I got the "just friends" speech from someone who wasn't even my boyfriend. Humiliating? Yes. Unexpected? Not really. This guy was a good-looking commitment-phobe (always a deadly combo.)

Anyway, I had my freakout about it and decided to push forward... which led to Frank (*note* name has been changed to protect the absurdly attractive.) Frank is None-Of-My-Friends-Can-Disagree-Attractive, which is extremely rare. I've gotten to an age where I'm not afraid to ask for what I want, but it was nothing short of impressive that I managed to speak to this guy, let alone spark his interest enough to get a date with him. He just kept getting better. He was nice, smart, funny, and laid-back. Then his kiss did not fall short of my very high expectations. This was ridiculous. This was awesome.

Of course, could it stay that way? No. Now I'm in the sucky place of hoping for a call or text that's probably not coming. I read He's Just Not That Into You, and I know the movie just came out... but please spare me the speech. For some reason, when it comes to men, I can't help but hold on to some shred of hope. I'm going to let him stay perfect for tonight, because it might be the last night it's possible. I'm not going to worry. Tomorrow, I'm pretty sure we're going to be in the same place at the same time. Tomorrow has potential. Friday will be reassessment time.

Over and Out Loves!
Vivienne

Stilettos, Cocktails & Lipstick: Welcome to Miami

Allow us to introduce ourselves. For discretionary purposes, we have created our own pen names-- Vivienne & Sophia. We are two best friends on a mission. This blog will be part confession, part therapy, part self indulgence and completely true. We hope to spark your interest, engage your emotions, and tickle your funny bone! We hope you will laugh with us, cry with us, sympathize and be a part of our ridiculous lives. Feel free to comment, ask questions and give us advice or ask for it in return! We hope you learn from our mistakes and get the most out of life just like we do--enjoy the complete and brutal honesty that comes with our total anonymity! Welcome to Miami!!!!