Friday, November 27, 2009

Black Friday

The only thing we have to fear is greed itself.

Great Date Spot

Last Friday, one of the guys I went out with was a charming Venetian who invited me to a  restaurant in Newark.  Yeah, that scared me at first, but the place was a nice surprise.  Mompou in the Ironbound district.  Cute Spanish tapas place.
Oh, and the guy was nice, too.  Might see him again...  ;-)

Friends and Holidays

Spent Thanksgiving with a good friend this year.  It was so sweet of her to invite me and I had a great time.  I'm so thankful for all my friendships.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

My Song

Had a breakthrough in voice class at last week.  Been working on "Heaven Help My Heart" as an audition piece and finally nailed the technical bits of the vocals down nicely.  Never seen Chess, but my mom and I used to sing the duet "I Know Him So Well" when I was a kid.  Ah.

A Face in the Crowd

Sometimes watching a movie can be a master class in acting.  Last night my little red Netflix envelope took me to school.  A Face in the Crowd.  Every actor should see it.

p.s. The "special features" section of the DVD gives new insight into Elia Kazan that makes it a little harder to vilify him...

Photo credit:  IMDB

Thursday, November 19, 2009

Love: How? Where?

My last post must have been a bit unsettling.  I never think anyone is reading this and then I post a comment like that and my phone starts ringing with friends asking if I'm ok.  So, first of all, thank you for caring and reading, even if you don't leave written comments...  ;-)
And now, to offset that last post, I'm going to write about something fun.  Love!  ...or the pursuit of it...  If you remember, I set a goal of going on 50 dates in one year - basically one date a week.  Then I stalled; I just didn't have the time or the heart.  Bah humbug!  The Plenty of Fish dating website registration was useless, I was overwhelmed by random men requesting to text/email/IM me at all hours of the day and night. (Who has the time?  Don't these guys have jobs?!)  A friend of mine said it best: "There are a lot of desperate guys out there".  It's really sexist that we only hear stories about how desperate single women are because there is no doubt that there are just as many, if not more, men in the same position.  But I told myself to loosen up and allowed 2 of the guys to email me privately.  Big mistake!  One called and texted me obsessively  dozens of times a day then sent me insults for not replying; the other IM'ed me detailed accounts of his gay/bi fantasies AT MY JOB (blocked him immediately, but it was still embarrassing)!
So I decided to go back to the real world and date men I could assess in person and in normal situations.  An old friend confessed his "feelings" for me and asked out on a proper first date.  I had serious doubts (not only because of our friendship, but because I wasn't attracted to him and feared a bad ending).  But I said yes, anyway.  Another mistake!  The date was, of course, awkward and exactly what I'd feared happened: I hurt his feelings and, now, I've lost a friend.
What's even weirder is that during that very date, another guy asked me out.  He was a Fabio-esque Frenchmen  tending bar (which, it turned out, he owned) where I was waiting for my friend.  He was bold and fun, so I accepted his dinner invitation, evn though he was not at all my type.  A week later, we trolled the Lower East Side, slipping in and out of brasseries and sloppily making out while the Yankees won the World Series.  Sure, a mistake, but a fun one!  French Fabio made me feel adventurous.  Like a gentleman, he called the next day and the next...and like a jackass, I ignored all the calls.  How to let this guy down easily.  He didn't want a serious relationship, so it wouldn't have been a big deal, but was so afraid of just saying the words - I even asked my therapist about it (she told me to just do it, it'd be good exercise for me).  That was two weeks ago and I still haven't called back.
Wait, this post was supposed to be fun, right?  I guess the fun part was that I felt so much freer flirting face to face.  The online thing is just too removed.  There's something sexy about about the nervous energy in the air when you meet a guy face to face - whereas there's nothing sexy about being harassed in cyberspace.

I've got 3 dates lined up this week - all on Friday, so that'll be interesting...

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Shedding Shame

I heard Mo'Nique name her abuser on international television and it proved to me that what I'd considered impossible was possible.  Thank you, Mo'Nique.  Thank you a million times over.
(p.s. I read "Push" 15 years ago and thought no film could have its raw power, but your portrayal of Mary Jones is simply earth-shattering.  The Oscar will be yours!)

Photo credit: Essence

Monday, November 9, 2009

The Naughtiest Thing You Can Do In Bed

I'm being very naught in bed right now...
Ha, I wish it was something sexy! No. Actually, I'm committing a cardinal sin: working in bed. To keep up with all this schoolwork, I've gotten into the nasty habit of bringing the textbooks and laptop to bed and working until I fall asleep.

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