Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Brad Pitt- Talking about him in front of the boyfriend

It’s one thing to talk about how hot Brad Pitt is in front of the ladies. It’s quote another to discuss such topics in front of the boyfriend!

Do you think hearing this makes a boyfriend jealous in a good way? What if he's a fit, good-looking CEO in his 40s? Does it inspire him to be extra handsome and charming to compete with Brad? Or does it just make him grumpy, resentful and angry at the girlfriend who brought up another man?

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Thursday, February 16, 2006

Ubersexual Men - Metrosexual and then some

I’ve never met a man so picky about down pillows, soft blankets and the thread count of the sheets. Is this normal?

There aren’t a lot of hotel choices in Akron, Ohio, but the CEO had a meeting there last night.
He says he didn’t get much sleep at the Sheraton, where the overstuffed pillows left his head too high and the sheets were like burlap.

So I learned how picky the CEO is about his beds - and hopefully, his bed mates! I’ll take that as a compliment.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Suing Your Dad - As An Adult

We are told that things get easier with parents as we get older, but 55-year-old Brent Redstone filed a lawsuit against his 82-year-old dad Sumner M. Redstone.

Bascially, he wants to break up the media empire of his billionaire dad.

The plot thickens with sibling rivalry: Sumner may leave control of CBS and Viacom to his daughter, Shari.

I was hoping that family feuds ended soon after everyone moved out of the same house.
I sure was wrong.

Link to NY Times article

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I Love You, so Gain Five Pounds

I never understood why men give out chocolate.

Is it that they want us to eat the whole box (because I can - it's so good) and gain some weight so other guys are less likely to look at us?

Shouldn't we give HEALTHY food to people we love, people we want to live longer, people we don't want to have clogged arteries?

Just a thought. I'm a total hypocrite.

I did my fair share of chocolate-eating yesterday.

If chocolate-eating were a sport, I could qualify for the Olympics.

I even thought about buying a box of chocolate (or 5 boxes) for myself, because who would've thought the CEO would be into traditional Valentine's Day gifts?

When you're dating a CEO, you can relax in the knowledge that you're going to a top-10 Zagat-rated restaurant for a great meal. But I was not prepared for the treat that followed.
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Monday, February 13, 2006

Note to parents who tell us how to live our lives:

I just want to find my own way in the world.

If I’m in trouble, I’ll find my own way out.

I won’t tell you what to do, and don’t you dare order me around anymore.

So my parents think they can tell me who to date? As long as I’m not living under their roof, they have absolutely no say in that.

So what if the CEO is older than me. I learn things from older guys: business, culture, art…wait, why am I justifying myself again?

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Friday, February 10, 2006

I have a confession to make...

I threw up on a date once too.

It wasn’t a first date, thank goodness, but that may have been better, since then I’d never see the guy again. This was a special date with my ex-boyfriend Alex, the night I was hoping he would propose.

Every Friday, Alex planned a romantic date. Tonight we boarded the Staten Island ferry for a free sail by the Statue of Liberty. I leaned on the railing and admired how the water rippled in the moonlight. But the dark, windy ride rocked us back and forth.

“Oh, no,” I gasped. “I think I’m about to–”

What was the proper etiquette for puking in your lover’s lap? Do I warn him? Should I yell, “Look out?” Or “Fore,” like in golf games on TV? Was it “Four” or “Fore?”

Out it came. I poured my purse on the seat and fished out tissues to wipe Alex down. When he motioned to my mouth, I cleaned my lips and chin. I tasted the corned beef on rye I ate at lunch.

Examining the vomit, Alex identified Russian dressing and cole slaw, plus the pickle that came on the side. “Sweetie, I’m sorry,” I said. “I guess I’m more of a landlubber.”

Although his jeans absorbed green and pink pieces, and fleshy chunks were wedged in between his fingers, he managed to laugh. “You’d make bulimics proud.”

I wrinkled my nose.

If he planned to propose, my puke wasn’t helping. Once we were off the boat, the trip home felt like the longest in our entire subway-riding careers, and for once, the prize for smelliest passengers went to us.

We braved the night air from the 77th Street exit to his apartment, passing the strip of bars on Columbus Avenue. A girl threw up on the sidewalk, almost at our feet.

Aha – I wasn’t the only one puking away a Friday night. I felt better already.


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Thursday, February 09, 2006

Throwing up on a 1st date is NOT romantic

Throwing up on a 1st date is NOT romantic, but he couldn't help it.

My lap was the lucky recipient of the salmon he ate for dinner. To be fair, he threw up more on himself than on me, but it splashed over enough that I qualify as a full-fledged victim.

Maybe this is a sign that I should not be dating other people.

He thought he had the Common Cold but it must be the flu.

Winter is the most popular time to get sick. I’m feeling under the weather myself after forgetting my scarf and gloves one night. Odds are, you’ll get sick at least once this winter.

How to avoid throwing up on a date?


Health experts suggest taking care of yourself in the following ways:

Plenty of water (skip the caffeine so you get enough shut-eye time)
Green tea (or black tea)
Veggies
Especially Mushrooms
Garlic
Fruits
Especially Oranges
Garlic (if you’re sick, you’re not kissing people anyway, so don’t worry about your breath)
Oh, yeah, and this piece of advice comes from yours truly: don't throw up on your date. Take a rain check. It's far less rude to cancel than to gross her out.

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Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Welcome to Fashion Week.

There’s a lot of skin showing on these New York runways!

I saw everything from mini-dresses to conservative business suits.

Welcome to the world of Vera Wang, Marc Jacobs and all the names that we wear…or would like to wear. Or if you’re like me, the names we buy cheaper imitations of.

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Saturday, February 04, 2006

Oh, Jamie Fox

The Jamie Fox song “Unpredictable” actually contains this line:

“I know you’re used to dinner and a movie, but why not be my dinner, while I make a movie?”

How crass is that?

Thanks to Oprah, his CD is a best-seller. But I liked him a lot better in the movie “Ray.”

His interview on “Inside the Actor’s Studio” was inspirational, and he’s one of few grown men who still gives shout-outs to the memory of his grandma.

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Thursday, February 02, 2006

State of the Union Party:


Does this make me a dork? My friends and I had a State of the Union Party, camping out in the apartment with TiVo. We armed ourselves with chocolate chip cookies & print-outs of Who’s Who (like the mysterious people sitting with Laura Bush). We handed out copies of the official State of the Union drinking game rules. The instructions: drink every time the President mentions “freedom,” “evil” or “evil-doers.” Good thing most of us weren’t drinking. Those words kept coming up, and after all, it was a weeknight.

The State of the Union I’ll never forget was during the Monica Lewinsky trial, when Bill Clinton took the mike and didn’t mention the scandal but distracted America with his smooth talk. What a powerful public speaker. If only they were all that brilliant.

George W. did well, considering he doesn’t have that gift. He asserted his beliefs and made ONE FUNNY JOKE, which is more than most State of the Unions. He said two of his dad’s favorite people are turning 60, Bill Clinton and himself. Hillary didn’t crack a smile, but in this instance, we don’t know if her anger was directed at W. or Bill.

Hillary’s mocking face was hilarious throughout the speech. The emotion was spilling out her pores. She couldn’t contain her scorn for the current president. I bet she’d be awful at cards - No poker face at all.

New Chief Justice Samuel Alito looked dazed and sleepy, but he’d had a long day, getting sworn in and all. John Kerry wasn’t too happy. “It could’ve been me,” was his expression. “It could’ve been me.”

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