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
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
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
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
Thursday, February 12, 2009
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
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
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
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
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!!!!
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