Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valentine's Day. Show all posts

Saturday, February 22, 2014

The Road To Make-up Sex: How To Get Out Of The "I Forgot Valentine's Day" Doghouse

You’ve just spent a week or so on the couch because you forgot about Valentine’s Day weekend! How do you feel? Well, if your answer was anything close to “Kinda like a douche” then, this is the right post for you!

For many of us, Valentine’s Day is just a cute little holiday with hearts, candies and red balloons. Others feel that V-Day is a worthless celebration created by candy companies to mock the single and bleed the wallets of the committed. But, for a select few, Valentine’s Day demands extra love, grand romantic gestures and memorable words. If you are dating, married to or shacked up with one of those people, forgetting February 14th is a BIG no-no, honey. It will do nothing but earn you a one way ticket out of Snuggletown and snippy, clip conversations.

Not to worry, my dear! I am going to show you how to create the ultimate “Please forgive me” date by using your darling’s favorite big screen romances. We all have a favorite movie romance. Now here’s your chance to use it against them! By following a few simply instructions, you can make up for your insolence and give them the most romantic experience of their lives! Now, lets get started.
 

Dirty Dancing

This one should be a no brainer. The solution to another sleepless night on the couch lies in a bit of rump shaking. Get your baby out of the corner and on to the dance floor. Don’t like to dance? Well, tough titty, kid! Getting your P. Swayze on may be your only redemption.

New York Date: Bembe Nightlife and Lounge (www.bembe.us)

Show your darling that your hips indeed, don’t lie at the sexiest club in Brooklyn. This place ain’t no twerkfest, people. We’re talking passionate dancing, hypnotic rhythms, and warm, flavorful music. After a night here, you’ll be the Don Juan or Aphrodite of your lover’s eyes once again.

Jerry Maguire


A romantic comedy, cleverly disguised as a sports movie. With lines like “You complete me” and “You had me at hello”, it’s easy to see how this movie caused hearts all over the world to go “pitter-patter”. So, take the hand of your paramour and mosey on over to the nearest sports venue. A little chanting and team spirit will set your wrongs to right.  Put your arm around that love of yours, sneak some kisses and go for a touchdown of your own. Nobody’s throwing a flag on this play.

New York Date: Madison Square Garden

If you like it, put a foam finger on it. Alcohol, junk food and the New York Knickerbokers will guarantee you an amazing date. Want to exceed expectations? See if you can slip someone an Abraham Lincoln to get you and your main boo-boo on that “Kiss Cam”. All will be forgiven.



Pretty Woman

I hope you like credit card bills because dropping plastic is the golden shovel that will dig you out of this hole. Give your honey the makeover of their dreams! Now, no giving them your card and then splitting. You are going to have to be there for this event, start to finish. Give opinions. Smile. Act like you are having a ball.  Yes, you’ll be crying on the inside but, it’s better than crying because you’ve been denied nookie access.

New York Date: Shopping/Paul Revere/The Met

Help your sweety relive the most popular scene in the movie with a full blown shopping spree. 5th Ave or Target, it doesn't matter! Take them somewhere and dress them up in more than just your love. 
Next, have them change into your hard earned money and head on over to the romantic West Village restaurant, One If By Land, Two If By Sea. Delicious food, roses, long stem candles... Yep, you are totally getting some later. But, just incase, lets put the cherry on top of this sundae. End your date by seeing a wonderful show at the beautiful Metropolitan Opera House. The scenery alone will take their breath away. Then, just sit back, relax and have someone sing you a story in a language you probably don't understand for a couple of hours. Just like Richard Gere, you'll be showing your love that they are more than just a simple hooker. 

The Notebook

He built her a house. Do you hear me? He. Built. Her. A. House. You’ve got some work to do my friend. You are going to have to find Nicholas Sparks in your heart and whip out some serious “I’ll die without you” type business. Give your baby the gift of memories and dreams. Build them a home just like that ol’ pimp Noah did for his one and only.  I’m assuming that most of you don’t really possess the funds to build a two story house in Brooklyn. Don’t worry I got the answer you need…

New York Date: Ikea

Yes, you read that right. Look your honey in the eyes and say “Baby, let’s ride off into the sunset and straight into the nearest Ikea. Daddy’s gonna build you a home. “ Walk around, hold hands, pick things out together.  Not yours, not mine, ours. Ours. That’s the key word that’s going to get you kisses. Build your home with things you both love. Not living with your person yet? That’s ok. Nothing says romance like whispers of the future. Plop yourself down in your dream model flat and serenade with hopes of “one day, maybe’s”.  Bonus: Ikea actually has a restaurant in it and the food ain’t half bad.


Sleepless in Seattle / You’ve Got Mail

Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan really did a number on us in the 90’s. Hell, I’m tearing up just writing about them. If your love likes one of these movies, chances are they love the other. This is your chance to combine the two films and hit them in the face with pure love. TKO. The credits for both these Nora Ephron classics should read “Tom Hanks, Meg Ryan and New York.  The city plays a romantic third character that helps to bring both the leads together. So become the romantic, compassionate, smooth beast that Nora Ephron lead us to believe you can be! Woo your sugar with the perfect Big Apple date night.

New York Date: Letters/Dinner/Sightseeing

There are three essential components to this date: Love letters, a romantic dinner and a trip to the top of the Empire State building.

Phase 1: Love Letters
Ok so, you messed up. Emails are not going to get you forgiveness. Nope, you are going to have to go "Old School Playa" with hand written letters. Seduce your lovers affections using words. Compliment them, intrigue them, let them know that you notice everything about what they do and who they are. I'm talking Shakespeare sonnets. If you write anything that resembles "You Remind Me of My Jeep", may God strike you down (Congratulations! You just survived an R. Kelly reference). Leave the letters everywhere they can find them and wait for the magic to happen. If you really want to turn the heat up, I suggest making one of those letters dirty. Awwww yeah. Give your baby the scandalous who, what, when, where, why and how of your dirty plans for them. Make sure they never forget the true meaning of hot and bothered. Now, if you're not really good at expressing your "Dirrty" through words, you should probably phone a friend or something for help. Nothing kills the mood more than a bunch of bush league dirty talk. You want to be the J.K. Rowling of smut, not the Stephanie Meyer.

Phase 2: Romantic Dinner
You've wooed your honey with words, now woo them with charm. In one of your letters, invite your someone to meet you for a romantic dinner. Make sure to tell them that you’ll be the one with the rose in your book. Trust me, if they’ve seen the movie, they’ll get it. Now here's your chance to have a little role play fun. Act like this is your first date. Rekindle that mystery and fun that you had at the beginning. A little conversation and flirtation will be just what you need before entering phase 3. 

Phase 3: Empire State Building
Now that you’re both horny and well fed, jump into the world of “Sleepless in Seattle”. End your beautiful night on top of the Empire State Building.  The lights, the views, the history… this building screams amore. Bonus points if you can get to the top by sunset. It's an amazing sight. Snuggle up and enjoy the beautiful city below. Before you leave, take your lover's hand and say the words "Shall we?" (Its in the movie! They will get it) and give them one heart stopping kiss on the most romantic building in NYC. And that my friend, will be a wrap.



There you go! 5 wonderful dates based on 5 romantic classics. So, go ahead and choose your own adventure. You forgetting Valentine’s Day will be but a distant memory. Next year, try to pay attention when you start seeing heart balloons and teddy bears everywhere. Seriously, they give you around a month’s worth of heads up. Sheesh.

Wednesday, March 13, 2013

Digital Getdown

When I was a little girl, I loved Communion Sundays. The voices from the choir soared a little higher. The church hats were a little bigger. To a young girl who only had a bowl of Apple Jacks before Sunday School, the best part was the bread and wine provided at the end of the service. Wow, I use to look forward to that little piece of bread. No bigger than a squished skittle, this iota of bread dominated my mind through most of sermon. At the time, I didn't understand the symbolism of the bread and wine, I just knew that this treat would hold me over until the fam and I could get to Golden Corral. And when I held that small, plastic shot glass full of what I believed to be wine... it was like a whole other level. I felt like such an adult! One who grew up in the 90's would say that I thought myself to be "All That". Then one day, my elementary school teacher shattered my dreams during our daily snack time. After telling my co-classmates that we were drinking wine with our animal crackers, my teacher pulled me to the side and devastated me by revealing that we were in fact drinking grape juice and NOT a "blessed by God" alcoholic beverage. I may or may not have called her a liar. She may or may not have taken away my silver star for the day because I used the word liar. Anyway, after that, Communion Sunday's were a bit different to me. I always felt a little slighted. I wanted to tell God "Hey man! They're giving out fake wine! Your blood is being represented by grape juice!" I also tried to express my feelings to my family but alas, no one listens to a little black girl with a squeaky voice, who just learned the word "injustice".

This is the random memory going through my mind as I sit here, sipping a delicious Malbec, on a video chat date with a guy I met on OkCupid.com. I'm sure you can probably tell (from my lack of focus on the boy in question) that the date isn't going very well. The truth is, I knew this Titanic was going to sink the moment he sat down in front of he computer. Now don't accuse me of being shallow. It wasn't his looks that had me shaking my head. It was the fact that he sat down in front of the computer conveniently missing his shirt, baring his slightly oiled upper body and wearing a smirk that seemed to say "That's right gurl.... Don't fight the heat."

Him: Ehhhh sexy.
Me: Hey there buddy. Lose you shirt?
Him: Heh. Naaah. Just got out of the shower. Now I'm all clean for you.
Me:  (not able to think of how to respond to that) So fresh and so clean clean!
Him: I can go get a shirt. Or, I can not get a shirt. It all depends on if you like what's going on here.
Me: Ummm....
Him: Don't be shy. Mmph! Wit yo sexy lips.

ICEBERG.

Now, to you, that line might not sound all that bad. Well, you're right. Coming from the mouth of certain men, during different circumstances, it could be funny or flirtatious or even charming. But the delivery of his words (mixed with confidence of his smug brow) showed me exactly where this was headed. This guy was about 5 seconds away from giving me a cheesy line like "Wow baby, your boobs look tense. Want me to massage them for you?" Or, a downright rude line like "Damn gurl! You're like 9/11 sweety... You changin' my world." Ay yi yi....

 How do I even begin to explain how I got myself in this situation. I'm thinking it started on New Years Eve. In my mystery red drink haze, I decided that my resolution would be to put myself out there more. If I wanted to date, I should get into the groove and make it happen. Stop telling guys "No, I'm just dancing with my friends". Or, get rid of my "don't bother me, I'm reading" face when I'm hanging out alone in public. Be more inviting to the opposite sex. So, I got together a game plan. Go out at least once every weekend to meet men. Be a little more obvious with my flirtation. GO FOR IT! Wear something that makes you feel attractive. Touch. Smile. Wink. Cock you head to the side. All those good "How to catch the eye of another" suggestions you read about in Cosmo. And of course, find other avenues for dating. Which brought me to the cyber matchmaking machine that is the online dating world. 

 Come Meet your prince baby

Don't get me wrong, I've heard some pretty amazing stories when it comes to meeting someone online. I even know a few wonderful couples who are now happily married to a person they would have never met had they decided NOT to finish that oh so tedious online profile. I've also heard some horror stories. I mean, the TV show "Catfish" is just one shinning example of what could go wrong. Honestly it's a coin toss. But, I figured "Why the hell not?" and joined a few sites. The "Putting yourself out there" mission was well on it's way.


Creating an online profile is about as frustrating and mind numbing as filling out  a college application. You have to present all the amazing things about yourself using only a couple of paragraphs. It almost reminds me of being an Actor. Marketing yourself is crucial. Do you want to be funny or mysterious? Vixen or Sweetheart? Are you the best friend type... or the leading lady? I don't know about you guys but, I have never felt more stumped than I feel when I am staring at a blinking cursor in an "About Me" section. Don't even get me started on the profile photos. "Hmmmm... I look silly in that picture." Or, " You can see my back fat in that picture!" Or, "Oooo my smile looks awesome! This is a winner! But... it's a 5 year old picture. Hmm..oh well, they'll get the gist." Seriously! This profile drove me bananas for days. 

 Haha! Wow.. This guy...

After getting my own profile settled, it was time for fun. I searched through the men that my website had to offer. It was like my own little private version of "The Dating Game". I've actually met a few nice guys. Although none of them really led to anything, it was still nice to just meet and chat and flirt and just be single and actually kind of "dating". On the other hand, I've also met a few duds. The "Never Ever NEVER" list includes a few famous screen names like MoneyCatch2012, Vanilla_Heat1113, Huggies1972, BIGcrimeMelvin, and my all time favorite... ButtHunter69. Well, I have to admit, at least with a name like ButtHunter69 a girl can pretty much guess what type of guy she's in for. No secrets with good ol' ButtHunter. It's pretty obvious that you won't be telling your grand kids in the future how you saw the name ButtHunter and knew that you and grandpa were meant to be.

*Le sigh* Another year, another Valentine's Day in NYC. Seriously, I think that this city is it's own giant Valentine year round but, it's something about February 14th that makes it a little more romantic. I took the longer route from work on that night because I just enjoyed the energy. The Empire State Building glowed pink and red as couples strolled hand in hand, slow and content despite the cold weather. It occurred to me while walking around that my New Years Resolution was pretty ridiculous. Well, at least some of it. I still want to put myself out there. I still want to try to meet new people but, I don't want to do it as some Cosmo programed barbie doll. If I'm feeling flirtatious, then OH BOY, I will flirt. If I want to stay home on the weekends with a book and warm tea, then I will. I'll wink when I feel cheeky and smile when I want to and laugh my big hearty laugh if something tickles me. Maybe, on some days, my outfit that I feel attractive in happens to be my yoga pants and a t-shirt. No more game plan. If I'm going to meet someone, I want them to meet ME. That statement also applies to my online profile. I went back and erased the whole thing and just wrote what I felt like writing. Funny, mysterious, vixen, sweetheart... I'm all those things! No one could discover that in one paragraph. I added some pictures taken of myself recently and then stepped away. My resolution had a new meaning... "Put YOURSELF out there". Maybe I will get a lot of messages, maybe I won't. I guess we will see.

"So Kiki, What happened with the "Top Gun" volleyball scene extra you talked about at the beginning of the blog?" 

 Well, you can probably already guess that it didn't work out. But, it wasn't just me. He also knew it. The one word answers and lack luster questions between us had red lights flashing within 10 minutes. After it was obvious that this was going nowhere but off a cliff, he decided to steer the conversation to a topic that was he was sure would save the evening... cyber sex. And me? Well, I did what any woman would do when a guy, you don't want anything to do with, tries to start a friendly game of "Let's compare areolas".... I pretended there was and earthquake, shook my computer around and slammed it shut. C'mon guys! You didn't really think I was going to start dating that guy did you? Yeah right. I like my men like I like my communion wine.... Real.

Until Next Time......

3 Of My Favorite Movies About Online Dating

1). "You've Got Mail"
          I can't help it! I adore the Tom/Meg combo. This movie always makes me cry and I adore it!



2). Must Love Dogs
              Who can resist the Cusack? Seriously.



3). Napoleon Dynamite
           Kip and Lafawnduh forever.


Love Always
    The girl who got hit on by a with the screen name ButtHunter... sheesh.

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Rose's Are Red....And So Is A Stop Sign

OooK so, people making out in front of a "Crumbs".... The Empire State Building is glowing red... young chick carrying a gargantuan white fluffy teddy bear...  homeless guy throwing rose petals... lush bearded gentleman playing "Careless Whisper" on his sax... OOOWEEEE heart candy! Don't worry everyone, I'm not describing a  rave. IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY!!!!


New York is a giant love parade today, practically buzzing with romance. It's like someone decided that the song of the day would be "Can You Feel The Love Tonight " and everyone is waltzing to the beat of it. Ok, maybe not everyone... The lady on the train today who told this guy "GETCHO UGLY F*CKING BALLOONS OUTA MUH FACE!"... yeah, she probably wasn't that into Valentine's day. But hey, that's ok because most of the people I observed today to were.

February 14th is always and interesting topic to discuss. People either love it or they don't. They either celebrate it or repel it. I myself think it's a cute holiday. While I agree that you should show your loved ones how you feel about them 365 days of the year, it's hard for me to argue against a lovey, gooey, mushy day dedicated to romance. There's something so childlike and adorable about it. It's a day to amplify your ridiculous romantic notions. The only thing about Valentine's Day that bugs the top notch fool out of me is that it reminds me that I am seriously, unquestionably, absolutely (dum, dum, DUM) S-I-N-G-L-E.

Being single in New York is no episode of "Sex and the City" my friends. Mr. Big isn't bumping into me and delighting me with afternoon flirts. Aiden isn't charming me into spending the weekend in his country cabin. This city has over 8,000,000 people in it and I... just happen to be one of it's lone wolves. I'm not bitter or crying about it. I sing "All the single ladies" with the other unattached felines while out dancing. It's just hard to "Put your hands up Oh Oh Oh" when you're alone on Valentine's Day.
 BOOM

Connecting with someone here has it's challenges. People move quickly around here with little time, only concerned with the destination. Sometimes you forget to slow down the journey and just say... hi. Don't get me wrong, I've met a few lads out and about. Let's see, there was the "physically attractive but mentally a super jerk" guy. Oh yeah... and the "mentally stimulating and cute but I have a girlfriend" guy. Ooo and here's the cake topper: I seem to attract the "Return Of The Mac" type guys. For those of you who are thinking "Hey Makia, what's a "Return Of The Mac" type?", I would be oh so happy to enlighten you.

Return Of The Mac Guy
  1. Usually starts out with "Ehh Gurl" or "PssT!"
  2. Probably old enough to be your dad but missed the adult train
  3. Kind of reminds you of a 70's pimp 
  4. Blast 90's R. Kelly tunes while slowing down vehicle to "holla" at you when you are walking home.
  5. Has gold somewhere... on his chain, on his cane, in his teeth

Basically.

Let's just say that I'm not really into that type. Walking around today, it was hard to see all the love and not have someone to share it with. Who doesn't want to hold hands around Central Park with a wonderful "insert sex here"? People like me, the romantics, the foolishly amazed, the daydreamers... we wait for those moments. We consider sharing your life with someone a beautiful accomplishment and we yearn to begin that life. And you know what, that's ok with me. I enjoy being that person. One day I will be part of a we on Valentine's Day and I think that will be pretty awesome. But for now...I'm a me. If living here has taught me anything, it's definitely taught me that living in a selfish faze for a while is A ok. I get to learn what I want, enrich my life open my heart to the possibility of being enthralled. Yes, it sounds a bit "self help book" esk but, it's too true. The one or him or the person for me... I don't think it's my time to be swept away just yet. Now this isn't an anti relationship post for all you lovers out there. Hopefully one day I will meet someone and join that "googly eyed, over the moon, can't breathe, can't stop smiling, love to argue because I know we will make up" cult. And when I do, you can say I told you so :).

When I woke up today, I decided to go roaming through the city today by myself. I had a yummy lunch and also saw "The Artist" at the Paris Theater on 5th Ave. Going to the Paris Theater is like entering a time machine. The actual theater is so beautiful.  I sat in the Balcony even though there were only a few people around. They played classical music for a bit and then the big velvet curtains parted and the show began. Loved every second of it.


I left my Parisian time machine and went Central Park to read and enjoy a warm cider. After a while I realized that I had be out alone all day without my phone, without anyone beside me. It was kinda nice.

Valentine's Day is also an excuse for delicious treats. After my moi date day, I decided to go home and make something that would make weight watchers angry. I made chocolate oatmeal no bake cookies (lovingly named Dunga Doo Balls) and Strawberry Love Hot Chocolate. Did I just hear a collective mmmmmmm? Ohh boy was it good. I may have to work out like a crazy person for the rest of the week but... yeah, I do believe it was worth it.
 Strawberry Love Hot Chocolate
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Dunga Doo Balls

Add in a little "Gilmore Girls" and I have to say it's been a wonderful day. I didn't have to wear black and curse love to enjoy it. It was nice to just... be. "Sex and the City" had it right with with the soulmates thing. I have soulmates. People in my life that I said "I love you" to today and meant each word. Honestly I have more Valentines than I can count on both my hands. Alone? Please... not even close. Until next time kids.... the lone wolf says goodnight. 

Pudge Watch 2012
Things are going alot better since my last post. The crazy beast is gone and Cheer Bear has returned.. I've been going to the gym and eating better. I've even got a few friends helping me out in the process. Its crazy how good you feel after accomplishing something like a simple 1 minute jog. "I did it!" that's what's going through my head. And even if the crazy beast pops through a couple of times, I know from experience I can beat it :).

5 Fictional Valentines 2012
1). Mr Darcy
 
 Intelligent, gorgeous, hard on the outside, but soft and compassionate on the inside.
Quote: "In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you."
2). Murphy Muldoon from "Born In Shame" by Nora Roberts.
          Sorry. I'm reading this right now and I am crushing on this Irish, awesome guy.

3). Prince Eric
        I blame my overly  romantic outlook about love on Disney movies. I blame my crush on dark haired blue eyed men on Prince Eric.

4). Noah Calhoun
         Don't get me started. 

5). Alcide from the Sookie Stackhouse novels or Trueblood
      Bill or Eric.... Eric or Bill......Forget them both I will take the foxy werewolf. 

Love Always
       The Girl who loves "Truly Madly Deeply" by Savage Garden