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
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Friday, March 13, 2009
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
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
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