I had a friend, KD send these to me...they are priceless.
1. I had on a short dress and one dude yelled "Tina Turner!"
2. You have really white teeth, they match your eyeballs.
Friday, June 19, 2009
Monday, June 15, 2009
June Recap
Dating still falls low on my list of current priorities. I haven’t made much effort to meet new men. Yes, I still go out during the weekend, but if I give my number out, I hardly return any calls. I’m just not interested in going through the song and dance of meeting new men. I haven’t even spent too much time with the men I already had around.
I don’t want to completely rely on fait and such because if I am not putting in any effort, there is not much that fait can do. I now have this big bed in my room with no one to share it with; which is fine because I am enjoying having all the space to myself at this moment. Life is so going well without the complications of a man. I have managed to keep a couple around.
1. Chicago – After his visit last month, one thing is for certain, I really like him. I enjoy being around him. He is funny, cute, smart and artistic. Chicago is all the things I like in a man. Of course, there is something wrong with him. He is too guarded. I am patiently waiting for him to let his guard down but like I told him, if I don’t see a change, I won’t be sticking around. I know this scenario all too well, seeing as I am usually the one staying guarded. If he doesn’t change, then unfortunately, even though I really like him I’ll move on.
2. LB – LB is the guy I never named. We have hung out a few times and there really isn’t much there. He is handsome and has a cool personality. But something about being around him really bores me. Maybe it’s his lack of ambition and our failure at connecting on a humorous level that has left me uninterested. He has been pretty consistent when it comes to contact, which may be the only thing keeping him around. If that changes, ehhh, I’ll move on.
3. There are no more…
I don’t have any interest in adding any either.
Stay tuned…these droughts don’t usually last too long. Even when I don’t try…
I don’t want to completely rely on fait and such because if I am not putting in any effort, there is not much that fait can do. I now have this big bed in my room with no one to share it with; which is fine because I am enjoying having all the space to myself at this moment. Life is so going well without the complications of a man. I have managed to keep a couple around.
1. Chicago – After his visit last month, one thing is for certain, I really like him. I enjoy being around him. He is funny, cute, smart and artistic. Chicago is all the things I like in a man. Of course, there is something wrong with him. He is too guarded. I am patiently waiting for him to let his guard down but like I told him, if I don’t see a change, I won’t be sticking around. I know this scenario all too well, seeing as I am usually the one staying guarded. If he doesn’t change, then unfortunately, even though I really like him I’ll move on.
2. LB – LB is the guy I never named. We have hung out a few times and there really isn’t much there. He is handsome and has a cool personality. But something about being around him really bores me. Maybe it’s his lack of ambition and our failure at connecting on a humorous level that has left me uninterested. He has been pretty consistent when it comes to contact, which may be the only thing keeping him around. If that changes, ehhh, I’ll move on.
3. There are no more…
I don’t have any interest in adding any either.
Stay tuned…these droughts don’t usually last too long. Even when I don’t try…
Friday, June 12, 2009
Friday Rant
I get some of the craziest pick up lines/comments/remarks directed towards me so I felt the need to add a bi-monthly post of my encounters. These are all from my night out on Saturday.
1. Aye girl, you really IS tall?!? Dang. Can I holla? (Ummm no, I’m gonna act like I didn’t even hear a word you just said and continue to shop. I honestly thought he was kidding but he was so serious.)
2. I was waiting my turn to come talk to you. I had to build up the courage to say something. (It was kind of sweet but something about it screamed…I have no confidence!)
3. Has anyone ever told you that the arch in your lower back is sexy?!?!?! Me: Ummmmm…(long awkward confused pause.) No, you’re the first. (Now that I think about it, he unfortunately was not the first.)
4. Yummm brown sugar, Can I get your number? (How bout…hell no!)
Happy Friday
-Si Si
1. Aye girl, you really IS tall?!? Dang. Can I holla? (Ummm no, I’m gonna act like I didn’t even hear a word you just said and continue to shop. I honestly thought he was kidding but he was so serious.)
2. I was waiting my turn to come talk to you. I had to build up the courage to say something. (It was kind of sweet but something about it screamed…I have no confidence!)
3. Has anyone ever told you that the arch in your lower back is sexy?!?!?! Me: Ummmmm…(long awkward confused pause.) No, you’re the first. (Now that I think about it, he unfortunately was not the first.)
4. Yummm brown sugar, Can I get your number? (How bout…hell no!)
Happy Friday
-Si Si
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Social Experiment (Part 2): The male species and his limits
Part II
Note: Again, if you plan on judging please do not continue reading.
At this point I was planning on moving as far away from NC for the rest of the night so as not to lead him on. But I wanted to see just how far he would go. So I made my way back to NC’s area with my experiment in mind. His voluntary participation was needed for conclusive results.
Hypothesis: A guy with a girlfriend will act an ass if said girl and none of her friends are around.
Dependent Variables: The dependent variables are the variables that are being measured throughout the experiment. The DV here are the different of boundaries he could cross during our interaction in the club including but not limited to inappropriate comments and/or touching and any plans for future contact.
He had already tricked my into giving him my number earlier in the night. If you have a girlfriend, what exactly did you need my number for, oh yeah, to help out a girl you just met in the club with a T.V.
Independent Variables: The independent variables are the variables that are manipulated in the experiment. The IV for this experiment include things related to me such as age, sex, body type, level of education and flirt-ability.
Possible results: Two possible results, a) he could not be interested in anything but being having a platonic conversation with an intelligent woman in a club. B) He is a dog and at some point will overstep his boundaries. This includes any actions that would not be made if his girlfriend or any of her friends were standing next to him.
Design: Flirt a little but still play hard to get.
Data Collection continued….
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Me: I really like what I do right now and it’s the experience more than anything that keeps me there for now.
(My favorite song comes on…I stop after I complete my sentence about my carrer and start dancing.)
NC: You better stop before you get me in trouble.
Me: Don’t worry there is no trouble to get into. (Thought to self: Did he even hear a word I was saying or was he just waiting for me to dance in front of him?)
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Next, I moved on to the, "your friend is more interesting than you," part of my experiment.
His friend had been eying me the entire night as well. So I lent him my ear for 15 minutes when NC was busy talking to someone else. It didn’t take long for NC to notice. I just stood there not giving NC any attention and focused on his friend. I pretended to be completely intrigued by the conversation I was having with his friend until NC interrupted us.
NC: Will you be my girlfriend for the night? He said assertively as he rubbed my back and looked me dead in my eyes. (What was he trying to do, mark his territory?)
Me: (Angry glare of disapproval. Question didn’t even deserve an answer. I instead moved away and continued my conversation with his friend.)
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At the end of the night NC made sure to find me in the crowd so we could talk a bit more before the night ended.
NC: Damn you're sexy!
Me: (innoncent smile) Thanks.
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Since this was a one night experiment, I'm not sure how far he is willing to go outside of the club. His text messages have been much the same as our time in the club. Full of compliments but nothing too alarming. He hasn't asked when he can see me and we haven't made any plans for the future.
At the same time, I believe NC thought he would get some kind of credit with me because he mentioned early on that he had a girlfriend. As if admitting how much of a dog he is early on, makes his actions any better. You don’t get credit for telling me you have a girlfriend. Maybe it eased his conscious, I know he had one because every so often, he would be sure to mention his girlfriend. Our continued contact and his constant references to my attributes, both physical and mental adds to the internal validity of my experiment. (Internal Validity: The ability to draw the conclusion that the independent variable caused the dependent variable.)
Conclusion/Result: Some men maybe dogs but some men just don't recognize boundaries.
Limitations: I was unable to fully explore NC's boundaries because of the time constraint and because I have a conscious. I don't get down like that.
Future Research: This type of experiment can easily be applied to many different types of men using my design. It is not limited to black males in the club. I’m not saying all men are dogs, but when presented with a pretty girl in a tight outfit, some men are. Heck, presented with an average looking girl in baggy sweats and an overbite, some men will stray. Also, in the future, a woman with less morals should be used to fully exhaust all scenarios with said man.
Unresolved questions: Where should the lines of disrespect be drawn?
1. Was rubbing my back when we know he has a girlfriend going to far?
2. Was getting my phone number for future contact too far?
3. Could the blame if we pursued anything in the future totally be placed on me since he told me upfront he had a girl?
4. Do you consider flirting while out with friends okay when you're in a relationship?
5. If not, what is? Kissing..SEX?
This concludes my experiment.
Discuss…
Note: Again, if you plan on judging please do not continue reading.
At this point I was planning on moving as far away from NC for the rest of the night so as not to lead him on. But I wanted to see just how far he would go. So I made my way back to NC’s area with my experiment in mind. His voluntary participation was needed for conclusive results.
Hypothesis: A guy with a girlfriend will act an ass if said girl and none of her friends are around.
Dependent Variables: The dependent variables are the variables that are being measured throughout the experiment. The DV here are the different of boundaries he could cross during our interaction in the club including but not limited to inappropriate comments and/or touching and any plans for future contact.
He had already tricked my into giving him my number earlier in the night. If you have a girlfriend, what exactly did you need my number for, oh yeah, to help out a girl you just met in the club with a T.V.
Independent Variables: The independent variables are the variables that are manipulated in the experiment. The IV for this experiment include things related to me such as age, sex, body type, level of education and flirt-ability.
Possible results: Two possible results, a) he could not be interested in anything but being having a platonic conversation with an intelligent woman in a club. B) He is a dog and at some point will overstep his boundaries. This includes any actions that would not be made if his girlfriend or any of her friends were standing next to him.
Design: Flirt a little but still play hard to get.
Data Collection continued….
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Me: I really like what I do right now and it’s the experience more than anything that keeps me there for now.
(My favorite song comes on…I stop after I complete my sentence about my carrer and start dancing.)
NC: You better stop before you get me in trouble.
Me: Don’t worry there is no trouble to get into. (Thought to self: Did he even hear a word I was saying or was he just waiting for me to dance in front of him?)
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Next, I moved on to the, "your friend is more interesting than you," part of my experiment.
His friend had been eying me the entire night as well. So I lent him my ear for 15 minutes when NC was busy talking to someone else. It didn’t take long for NC to notice. I just stood there not giving NC any attention and focused on his friend. I pretended to be completely intrigued by the conversation I was having with his friend until NC interrupted us.
NC: Will you be my girlfriend for the night? He said assertively as he rubbed my back and looked me dead in my eyes. (What was he trying to do, mark his territory?)
Me: (Angry glare of disapproval. Question didn’t even deserve an answer. I instead moved away and continued my conversation with his friend.)
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At the end of the night NC made sure to find me in the crowd so we could talk a bit more before the night ended.
NC: Damn you're sexy!
Me: (innoncent smile) Thanks.
-----
Since this was a one night experiment, I'm not sure how far he is willing to go outside of the club. His text messages have been much the same as our time in the club. Full of compliments but nothing too alarming. He hasn't asked when he can see me and we haven't made any plans for the future.
At the same time, I believe NC thought he would get some kind of credit with me because he mentioned early on that he had a girlfriend. As if admitting how much of a dog he is early on, makes his actions any better. You don’t get credit for telling me you have a girlfriend. Maybe it eased his conscious, I know he had one because every so often, he would be sure to mention his girlfriend. Our continued contact and his constant references to my attributes, both physical and mental adds to the internal validity of my experiment. (Internal Validity: The ability to draw the conclusion that the independent variable caused the dependent variable.)
Conclusion/Result: Some men maybe dogs but some men just don't recognize boundaries.
Limitations: I was unable to fully explore NC's boundaries because of the time constraint and because I have a conscious. I don't get down like that.
Future Research: This type of experiment can easily be applied to many different types of men using my design. It is not limited to black males in the club. I’m not saying all men are dogs, but when presented with a pretty girl in a tight outfit, some men are. Heck, presented with an average looking girl in baggy sweats and an overbite, some men will stray. Also, in the future, a woman with less morals should be used to fully exhaust all scenarios with said man.
Unresolved questions: Where should the lines of disrespect be drawn?
1. Was rubbing my back when we know he has a girlfriend going to far?
2. Was getting my phone number for future contact too far?
3. Could the blame if we pursued anything in the future totally be placed on me since he told me upfront he had a girl?
4. Do you consider flirting while out with friends okay when you're in a relationship?
5. If not, what is? Kissing..SEX?
This concludes my experiment.
Discuss…
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Social Experiment (Part 1): The male species and his limits
This weekend I conducted an experiment on the male and his limits. Please note, that my actions were necessary for my research and for my entertainment at this hot ass club. If you plan on judging me harshly, please skip both parts of this post.
Saturday night, I found myself at yet another club. There were no seats in the small venue and ventilation was also non existent. I knew that I’d be seeing one of the guys I haven’t given a name here yet, so I put a little more effort in getting dressed. I dressed myself in a low cut black razor back tank, a tight fitting knee length gray skirt, a purple belt that cinched the smallest part of my stomach and matching 3 ½ inch snake skin purple sandals. I almost didn’t want to go because my hair was fresh from the shop, but along with seeing the guy, I also needed to cheer up my little sister who was in a rut over some guy. (Who by the way isn’t even deserving of her time.)
I was standing near a VIP area when I was approached by a gentleman in the area. He didn't have to travel too far considering I was standing 2 feet away from him. He tapped me on my shoulder to get my attention. As soon as I turned around I knew right off top that he was not my type. He was wearing a white Kangol hat and all white outfit which was totally unattractive seeing as I don't condone outfits from the 90s. He was fair skinned, had a nice body and dark goatee. He was entirely too short to take seriously at 5 foot 11 but I thought he’d be able to entertain me for the night. Plus compliments never get old and now I had found a source of them early.
He was no where near original in his approach.
NC: Excuse me miss, how tall are you?
Me: I’m 6 foot without heels on.
So began our conversation. NC understood the humor in my sarcasm and seemed to appreciate the outfit I was wearing. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of me and even when we weren’t talking to each other, he made sure to make eye contact.
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In the middle of our conversation about going out in LA he blurted out, “If I were back in my hay day, we’d be leaving here together.” (He had to be at least 29 or 30)
Confusion overcame my face. “Excuse me hun, it doesn’t matter when we met, I wouldn’t be going anywhere with you. He quickly replied, “I meant to go get something to eat, so we could sit quietly and get to know each other.”
Me: Yeah..uh huh (I’m not boo boo the fool. I know what you meant.)
(I have included excerpts of our conversation to add validity to hypothesis and will be further discussed at the end.)
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Me: I just moved into a new apartment that I’m slowly decorating.
NC: Do you need a flat screen? I can have my friend give you a good deal. Take down my number and we can discuss it later.
Me: (I pull out my cell phone.) Okay. What’s your number? (He was nice and cute plus I always take advantage of any good opportunity.)
NC: Call me right now so I can store your number.
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NC: My girlfriend didn’t want me coming out tonight
Me: ….. (girlfriend????? Really. You sure not acting like you have one right now.) (Slowly made my exit to another side of the room for 20 minutes.)
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...I knew this wasn't going anywhere but I wasn't done with NC just yet.
Saturday night, I found myself at yet another club. There were no seats in the small venue and ventilation was also non existent. I knew that I’d be seeing one of the guys I haven’t given a name here yet, so I put a little more effort in getting dressed. I dressed myself in a low cut black razor back tank, a tight fitting knee length gray skirt, a purple belt that cinched the smallest part of my stomach and matching 3 ½ inch snake skin purple sandals. I almost didn’t want to go because my hair was fresh from the shop, but along with seeing the guy, I also needed to cheer up my little sister who was in a rut over some guy. (Who by the way isn’t even deserving of her time.)
I was standing near a VIP area when I was approached by a gentleman in the area. He didn't have to travel too far considering I was standing 2 feet away from him. He tapped me on my shoulder to get my attention. As soon as I turned around I knew right off top that he was not my type. He was wearing a white Kangol hat and all white outfit which was totally unattractive seeing as I don't condone outfits from the 90s. He was fair skinned, had a nice body and dark goatee. He was entirely too short to take seriously at 5 foot 11 but I thought he’d be able to entertain me for the night. Plus compliments never get old and now I had found a source of them early.
He was no where near original in his approach.
NC: Excuse me miss, how tall are you?
Me: I’m 6 foot without heels on.
So began our conversation. NC understood the humor in my sarcasm and seemed to appreciate the outfit I was wearing. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of me and even when we weren’t talking to each other, he made sure to make eye contact.
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In the middle of our conversation about going out in LA he blurted out, “If I were back in my hay day, we’d be leaving here together.” (He had to be at least 29 or 30)
Confusion overcame my face. “Excuse me hun, it doesn’t matter when we met, I wouldn’t be going anywhere with you. He quickly replied, “I meant to go get something to eat, so we could sit quietly and get to know each other.”
Me: Yeah..uh huh (I’m not boo boo the fool. I know what you meant.)
(I have included excerpts of our conversation to add validity to hypothesis and will be further discussed at the end.)
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Me: I just moved into a new apartment that I’m slowly decorating.
NC: Do you need a flat screen? I can have my friend give you a good deal. Take down my number and we can discuss it later.
Me: (I pull out my cell phone.) Okay. What’s your number? (He was nice and cute plus I always take advantage of any good opportunity.)
NC: Call me right now so I can store your number.
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NC: My girlfriend didn’t want me coming out tonight
Me: ….. (girlfriend????? Really. You sure not acting like you have one right now.) (Slowly made my exit to another side of the room for 20 minutes.)
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...I knew this wasn't going anywhere but I wasn't done with NC just yet.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Falling
I can’t pin point exactly when it happened.
How did I let it go this far?
I am always in control.
Of my actions, my feeling, my life in general.
Today I don’t feel that way.
I lost the power over myself somewhere.
I’m free falling.
I am unsure of where I will land.
I’m not in control.
Should I continue to fall?
Or do what I normally do and stop myself before things get too far.
Look where that has gotten me in the past.
Should I learn from my mistakes or I am right in wanting to stop this?
I’m falling.
How did I let it go this far?
I am always in control.
Of my actions, my feeling, my life in general.
Today I don’t feel that way.
I lost the power over myself somewhere.
I’m free falling.
I am unsure of where I will land.
I’m not in control.
Should I continue to fall?
Or do what I normally do and stop myself before things get too far.
Look where that has gotten me in the past.
Should I learn from my mistakes or I am right in wanting to stop this?
I’m falling.
Amerie - Falling
Album - Touch
Verse 1]
Hey understand I’m not used to letting go
Once in my past, I told myself I’d never lose control
But you’re not to blame, so please don’t ever change
And forgive me if I, I hesitate
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Fragile: Be careful
My name is Si Si and I’m a serial dater.
I’ve been single for the last…uh hemmm…lets not discuss specifics, lets just say it has been a while. During this time I have been dating and have met plenty of nice guys. Every once in a while I find a guy that truly like. When this happens, I can’t help but cut off the rest. I know they say don’t put all your eggs in one basket, but how can I help myself if most of them fit in this one cute basket.
I can’t help myself. When I’m interested in a guy, I mean really interested in getting to know them, all the rest of the one’s I may have been seeing at that time become causalities.
Yes, I am a serial dater but it’s only because I haven’t found one person to keep all of my attention. So instead of focusing on one guy, I spread it out over several. But when I find a guy that catches my attention and can keep me thinking about him when he is not around, all the rest seem unimportant.
I haven’t felt like this in a while so I am taking my time with it and I hope is not fleeting. I am quite fascinated by Chicago. What does that mean for the rest of the men I was dating?
If I felt the feeling was completely mutual and that Chicago was willing to put in a strong effort and fight to make the distance work, it would mean: lose my number.
Something is telling me not to do that just yet. I can tell that Chicago is keeping his distance from me (pun intended!) and because I’m not trying to rush anything with him I will keep my options open.
My promise to my (single) self:
I will go out with other guys when I am asked.
I will put forth an effort when I find a guy I am interested in.
Overall, I will keep my eyes open to all possibilities surrounding me.
I won’t put all my eggs in one basket, even though it looks so nice, instead I’ll spread them out, sparingly of course. At least until I can confidently put them in one basket and not worry about the guy I choose smashing them all at once.
I’ve been single for the last…uh hemmm…lets not discuss specifics, lets just say it has been a while. During this time I have been dating and have met plenty of nice guys. Every once in a while I find a guy that truly like. When this happens, I can’t help but cut off the rest. I know they say don’t put all your eggs in one basket, but how can I help myself if most of them fit in this one cute basket.
I can’t help myself. When I’m interested in a guy, I mean really interested in getting to know them, all the rest of the one’s I may have been seeing at that time become causalities.
Yes, I am a serial dater but it’s only because I haven’t found one person to keep all of my attention. So instead of focusing on one guy, I spread it out over several. But when I find a guy that catches my attention and can keep me thinking about him when he is not around, all the rest seem unimportant.
I haven’t felt like this in a while so I am taking my time with it and I hope is not fleeting. I am quite fascinated by Chicago. What does that mean for the rest of the men I was dating?
If I felt the feeling was completely mutual and that Chicago was willing to put in a strong effort and fight to make the distance work, it would mean: lose my number.
Something is telling me not to do that just yet. I can tell that Chicago is keeping his distance from me (pun intended!) and because I’m not trying to rush anything with him I will keep my options open.
My promise to my (single) self:
I will go out with other guys when I am asked.
I will put forth an effort when I find a guy I am interested in.
Overall, I will keep my eyes open to all possibilities surrounding me.
I won’t put all my eggs in one basket, even though it looks so nice, instead I’ll spread them out, sparingly of course. At least until I can confidently put them in one basket and not worry about the guy I choose smashing them all at once.
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