Stop The Muffin-Top Bra!

OH DEAR LORD!



I don't talk much about fashion though I have to say I definitely have some strong opinions on it. The other night I was watching late late night TV.. couldn't sleep.. and came across a waste of time called "The Wendy Williams Show" which I watched mostly because I was doing other things and not caring a whole lot about what was on.


Then she started talking about fashion and had a fashion expert on the show. The fashion expert had some good tips, so I paid attention.


Then Wendy and a guest (not the fashionista) began to talk about bra selection. They both said that they thought (or used to think) that having that little bubble of breast hanging over the top of the bra was sexy. They both had been told by fashion experts to buy larger (better fitting) bras.

Dear Women of the World.. (men if you disagree please comment and tell me why)

Wearing your boobs out in public in a bra that is too small causing your boobs to bubble over the top or outside of the bra.. IS DISGUSTING!

Its not sexy. It makes you look like you're fashion stupid or poor (can't afford an appropriately sized bra) or just a trashy woman without any taste.

 

Please please please.. go into your nearest department store or lingerie shop with knowledgeable staff and get yourself measured for an appropriate size.

Unlike our shoes.. our boobs size can change at the drop of a hat. Weight gain. Weight loss. Even time of the month (hormonal) can cause size changes.. which in some women can be very significant. So you may need a couple choices of fits.

For most of us women, our boobs are one of our greatest selling features when dating. When we want to look good, a good bra can sometimes make or break an outfit. (Not to mention what a good bra can do for the .. umm.. gym. - As my childhood friend said about my sister as she ran to first base in softball "Holy Cow! She could knock herself out with those.")

Honestly women.. I cannot stress this enough.. when it comes to fashion.. to looking good.. to making an impression.. a good fitting bra is essential.

A muffin-top bra is never acceptable. So stop it... stop it now!

(please notice that all pictures are muffin-top free.. take notes.)

The Hottest Guy Comes With Wheels

So the other night, I go to this networking meeting. Pierce was supposed to be there, but thats not entirely why I went. I do have my own life outside of the urge to stalk him.



Plus the fact that he didn't reply to my DM the other day.. he's a little bit in the doghouse. Honestly, I'd completely write him off if he wasn't so damn attentive last I saw him... and well if he wasn't so damn cute.


So anyway, I go. Pierce is not there. But I honestly only notice his abscense for about the first 5 minutes.


I enter and behind me in the entrance line is my old director and her beau. This is a networking thing for the geeky. I was a little shocked that she was there and that she'd heard about it. Weird.


Anyway, we get closer to the front of the line... there's a couple in front of me.. when a loud voice from the table says "Hey Maruska! I got ya, just fill out a nametag."


It's my favorite hot happily-married man. So I grin at him.


"Whaaa? you know who I am?" I say jokingly while I fill out my nametag.


Well a few minutes later after checking out who all is there (aka not Pierce), my old director finds me.


"Hey, how'd you do that?"


I look at her like she's grown a third eye as I try to jog my memory about what I might have just done.


"Huh?"


"At the entrance, how'd you do that?" She's looking at me as if I'm the social guru of the year.


"Oh, yeah.. I know him. No biggie. I actually know quite a few of the people here. I'm kinda geek." I admit as I am uncomfortable with her whole "omg you've got the hookup" attitude... though I was a little flattered by it. She's the Who's Who of Independant Theatre in Austin, so it was kinda funny getting on her "respect" list for networking.


"Oh wow, I didn't know. I just heard about these things." She says while looking around.


I'm looking around too, but mostly for someone to motion to me and save me from what is bound to me more uncomfortable talking.


I mention to her that I need to go say "Hi" to a few people and wish her a fun evening. Then I fled.


Of course, Pierce was a no-show the entire event. But that didn't mean I wasn't flirting around.


Actually, I wasn't so much flirting around as I was being flirted with. Made my head spin a little. See my little business venture is getting around I think.. or else it's given me some kind of pheromones to attract men.


There was one gentleman I've met like once before. Maybe twice, but pretty sure just once. I honestly don't know his name. He's hot. He's sweet. But not normally what I go for.. so not really on my radar.


But evidently I am on his. Within minutes of him seeing me, he came over and said hello. He then entrapped me into a conversation (it wasn't torturous, pleasant really, but he obviously was not letting me just flit on by). When he was interupted by a friend of his, I turned away to see who else was interesting to talk to..


Thats when I met the hottest guy.


Seriously when I tell you this guy is hot.. I mean hot... but probably not in the way most of you are thinking.


He was well kept. Great hair. Very hot face. Hot upper body. Looked like a relaxed GQ kinda guy. But what made him hot was his communication skills. The guy could talk to you and make you feel like the only woman in the room. He also listened like every word you said was gold. Two sentences in and I already wanted to nasty things to him. Sizzling.


Weirder still.. he's in a wheelchair. Something that normally I'd see, and check off my list of viable. But honestly, it wasn't really noticable. In a crowd of 50 people all standing, where his face had to be butt-high at best, I didn't really notice his chair. I simply saw a hot man. That's how smoking hot this guy is.


There are things more important than superficiality.


By the way, I wasn't the only girl swooning over this guy. He and I got interupted, and I left to find out if my other friends had shown up. Sure enough they had, so I did some chatting. In between conversations though, I'd go and see if hot guy was available for chatting.


He never was. Every time I went to see if he was free, he was fully surrounded by hot women. Seriously surrounded.


*le sigh*

I finished the evening having made a couple new friends, and with a few more hours of flirting under my belt.

... And with a little sadness that I didn't get to spend more time with the hot man.

Cast Party

I'm being lazy. Of course, Trueheart messages me and reminds me that I'm being lazy. So here I am writing. :)

This weekend was fabo, yet extremely tiring. Thus me being lazy today. (See how good I am at making excuses to be a couch potato?)

Saturday night was our "Cast Party" for the play, since Sunday was our last performance and no one (who wants to keep their job) wants to party on a Sunday night before Monday morning work.

The party started off rather iffy. I wasn't sure who all was going to stay or how long, and even after 3 weeks of nearly hanging out every day, I didn't know most of the cast very well. So to say I was mildly uncomfortable would be a slight understatement.

I eased my discomfort by bringing (it was BYOB) lots to drink and share. So at least if I had nothing to say to someone, I could at least say "Hey, would you like some wine?" or something.

As the party got underway, my Crush arrived with an attractive male friend of his that I'd met earlier right after the show. I'd also met my Crush's girlfriend as well, and sadly she's very nice, sweet, and pretty. Pretty in a "we could be best friends" way not in an arrogant "you're so pretty I want to set you on fire" way. Seriously couldn't hate her if I tried, and they're really an adorable couple. But she had other plans, and he ditched her to attend the party.. thus.. he was alone.

I wasn't sure what to make of his friend though. B-hawk seemed intelligent, sweet, and fun.. He was my height, thin but works out, roughly 28 or so, with his hair cut into a mohawk... but I seemed to get this "shy" vibe from him which I wasn't sure if he was really shy or just not wanting to seem "interested" in me. So at the start of the party, I talked mostly to my Crush.

My Crush is adorable when he's been drinking. Hilarious really. He's really an entertainer and loves the spotlight but in an "I'll share the spotlight" kind of adorable way. I got him to dance for me. He started dancing cheesy broadway style, and attempted to get his friend B-Hawk to join him. B-Hawk was seriously embarrassed, and so of course I took all advantage of it and insisted that he join my Crush in dancing. Soon my Crush had napped another cast member and the two of them began dancing together as if in chorus line. I, sitting across the room as their only audience, clapped happily and overly encouraging. B-Hawk looked like he was tempted to join in, but way too embarrassed to make up his mind fully. It was adorable.

They went off to mingle, and so did I. It was a pretty good party and I got to know most of the cast a whole lot better. Sad that it had to happen so late.

Towards the middle of the evening began the highlight. I was sitting with a group of the cast & others way in the back of the backyard, and furthest point from the kitchen, when B-Hawk came out of the house to look and see what was going on outside. I waved, caught his attention, and then motioned him over with a simple hand gesture.

Initially I'd motioned him over to join the "party" I was with, but as he got closer I realized that my glass was empty and needed more ice for my vodka. The ice was all the way in the kitchen. So being a little more drunk-brave than I am sober, I decided to test out B-Hawk.

When B-Hawk finally arrived at our group, he made effort to come stand right next to me. I'm not sure if he liked me, or if he just didn't know anyone else at all, but it was encouraging. So I whispered to him.

"Would you do me a favor?" I asked drippingly sweet.

He replied cautiously, "That depends, maybe?"

"Would you go fill my cup with some ice from the kitchen? please?" I smiled my best smile.

He hesitated only a moment, then smiled, and went straight to the house. He didn't ask if anyone else wanted anything, or stop to converse on the way. He merely went straight to get my ice, and so quickly returned that I'd barely gotten back into my conversation. (It was hawt, trust me)

I got up to grab my vodka a few feet away, and he went to go talk to my Crush who was just a few feet further. After refilling, I joined them talking.

I really don't remember much else that happened the next couple hours. I got distracted and dragged some place. He got dragged other places. Finally at about 2am, the party had died and there were just a few of us left. I decided it was probably time to go if I wanted any chance of giving a decent performance on Sunday.

I walked around saying by "Good Byes". I left my Crush and B-Hawk for last. I was saying goodnight to my Crush, and got a one arm hug. Then I had to walk by B-Hawk to leave. We could have easily just waved bye. We'd not talked a whole lot one on one, so I honestly didn't expect to even really say "Bye". He'd overheard me saying "Bye" to my Crush, his friend, so as I walked by him I told him it was nice meeting him, and that I was leaving, blah blah blah.

"Can I get a hug?" He interjected, and opened his arms wide in insistence. It was adorable. So we hugged. Tight and slightly extended... and not a drunken hug either.

It was one of those moments where you're pretty sure the person is into you. It boggled me really. I'm so not used to attractive, skinny, in shape, (hot) men being into me and I honestly don't know how to handle it half the time.

It was a great night, and since has fueled many dreams. I can't wait to run into him again, and see what happens.

My New Crush

I have a new crush. He's somewhat tall, dark hair, dark eyes, and sexy, or at least so far I think he's sexy.

I first met him on Monday. He walked into the rehearsal meeting, and our eyes met. He smiled. I melted. We were way across the room from each other, but he asked my name from across the room over the people between us. I told him. He told me his. (which I either didn't hear or was so overloaded with awe from his smile that I forgot to retain it).

He has one of those smiles that completely light up a room. Actually he has one of those genuine smiles that completely transform his face. You know how some people smile and their expression doesn't change. Whatever emotion they had before they smiled is still there. Not with him. His smile lights up his face, puts a twinkle in his eyes, and fills his entire aura with joy. Its amazing.

I swear I could just sit and watch him smile over and over and over again.

*sigh*

We haven't really talked. There hasn't been much time. He works tech, so when I'm lulled, he's busy. When he's lulled, I'm acting. C'est la vie.

But our eyes still meet now and then. We share a smile, or a look, or both.

I really doubt anything will come of it. Partly because I'm realistic. Partly because I'm pessimistic. But for now, just that twinge of hope is very exciting.

Bringing Back Sexy

It's been quiet here for a few days hasn't it? I apologize. Well, not really, because I was off having tons of fun.

My best friend from college came to visit, and it seems we tried to relive our college days. We drank, and we drank. We chatted up hot men, and drank. We went to parties, and drank.

It's actually come to a point where if I see alcohol, I get a little nauseated.

Things I learned:

1. I'm not that young anymore.

2. My liver is not that young anymore.

3. Being sick the next day is not worth it.

4. Sleep, and lots of it, is essential for mine (and others) well-being.

5. (repeat 1-4 until lesson is learned)

Now besides being sick all weekend with self-induced madness, we did have a ton of fun. But there was one more thing that I learned.

I've been out of the dating game too long.

While I learned a lot of things from my marriage and divorce, the 8 years of commitment to one person also took a toll on my skills. Dating skills it seems, if you don't use them, you lose them.

My best friend has always been single. Sure she's had her short bouts of committed dating relationships, but she's never been married or in anything that long term. When we were in college, I would run circles around her in the "chatting up guys" department. Now, she's had all these years to hone her approach, while I've been out of the loop.

She was fantastic. Her courage amazing. She would flirt with abandon with men she liked. If they took too long to ask her to dance, she'd ask them. I honestly was so awestruck that mostly I just sat there and watched.

As I watched her, I realized just how much of that I'd lost. The confidence, gone. Sure I'm much more self-confident than I ever have been, but confidence in approaching strange men for dances has been obliterated.

My former ability to flirt casually with just the right amount of wit, sexy, and sweet, has wilted into a small pile of silliness and friendship. While silliness and friendship worked well for me while I was married, its the "bringing the sexy back" that is truly the hardest part.

When you're married, you're not supposed to flirt sexy with strange men. You can flirt sexy with your spouse, or joke sexy with others that know you're married and joking, but you can't just flirt all sexy with random strangers (or you shouldn't anyway). First I have to allow myself to "bring back the sexy" before I can truly re-master the skill.

It's been getting out of this mindset of "couple" and truly and fully into the mindset of single.. that has shown me just how difficult this process is. Every day is a new step into being fully and truly single, I wonder when the process will be complete?