Quickie...

I just ran into the most SMASHING boy... literally. I was walking around the corner back from the bathroom and almost ran right into him. I could hear him talking but wasn't paying attention, and then I looked up and DAMN - it was him, the mystery guy! He works in the office next to ours (we share the floor with them and one other company.) I've seen him around a few times, and think he's gorgeous. He's got this fantastic big mop of dark curly hair, soooo cute. Maybe I should talk to him one of these days, eh?

The Weekend Wrap-Up

Friday was a little lame, I had not been feeling very well the last week or so, and I decided to just take it easy and ended up staying up way too late with my roomies chatting and drinking wine, fun but nothing crazy... then Saturday I went and did my usual community goodness in the morning, saving the world one homeless puppy at a time. Saturday evening I met up with German Boy at his place, had a few drinks and then we went to the hockey game. It was AWESOME, Detroit ended up winning a shoot-out (which was amazing because I had been routing for them the ENTIRE time.) After the game we hit up some bars, and all of a sudden it was almost 3, so we walked back to his place. Now here's where the story gets weird... I didn't go "home" with him. We got to his place where I had left my car and he asked me about a thousand times if I was ok to drive (which I was... we drank a few beers, but walked everywhere and my nightly glass(es) of wine have been preventing me from becoming too much of a lightweight.) He asked and asked and invited me in, and for some reason, I just wasn't in to it. Maybe it's because I can't tell if he really likes me or not. We went out last weekend, then again on Wednesday, and the game on Saturday, and NOT ONCE has he "hit" on me. I mean he opens doors, pays for things, carries bags, I MEAN THE KID IS POLITE AS FUCK, but no come on's, nothing... I mean he smiles and stares a little too much, but no action, is this because he's foreign? I've never really dated anyone from Europe, well, except England, but he was a whore. He could just want a friend, but he's ALWAYS making future plans in that I-wanna-date-you kind of way. I don't get it. Any ideas? Am I just used to the American wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am?

Halloween Costume...

So I was thinking this year of being something absolutly fantastic; a little sexy, very original, almost breathtaking. There's all the usual things to be, a witch, a doctor, firefighter, French maid, sexy bunny, whatever... and then I was thinking I would be Mother Nature, all Garden of Eden and shit. Wouldn't it be tres' fab??? Green looks good on everyone, and I could use things from home and do some phenomenal make-up, little flowers on my face and neck and arms... Do some SEXED out hair, big and voluptuous, stellar shoes, and a little bit-o-glitter. I don't usually rock the glitter, even though it USED to be my favourite colour (seriously.) I have some rockin' peridot (like the gemstone) Martha Stewart stuff that would go SMASHINGLY. So.... what do you guys think???

The New Guy(s)

The New Guy. The New Guy, let's call him Micah, is seriously smokin'. He's like a young Heath Ledger, creepy, a bit, but hot, HELL YEAH... He's tall, is a PAINTER (so he's got those bulging bisceps), he plays guitar, and has a smile that could melt an iceburg. I'll let you guys know how that one turns out. Also.... There's this German guy who came to look at my apartment a few weeks ago when I was looking for a roomate (he didn't end up moving in) who I hung out with on Saturday... and then again last night... and he's taking me to the Blackhawks and Red Wings game this weekend. I dunno if he's into me or is lonely (being from Germany with like no FRIENDS here in Chicago.) Well just have to see. I'll keep you posted.

Be fearful when others are greedy, and be greedy when others are fearful.

So most of my posts are and will be about my men... but I read this at work today and found it quite interesting. It's basically comparing the Great Depression to how the economy is today... you'll be suprised. So stop hoarding you're money and BE SMART! INVEST AND CONSUME!

Notable Numbers for the Week:

1. BORROW AND BUY - An estimated 40% of stock investors were purchasing equities by using borrowed funds (i.e., margin accounts) in 1929 at the time of the crash. Margin debt on the New York Stock Exchange hit an all-time high of $381 billion in July 2007 but was down to $292 billion by the end of August 2008. Total margin debt was $279 billion when the stock market peaked in March 2000 (source: Wall Street Journal, NYSE).

2. JOBLESS - The unemployment rate in the US during the Great Depression reached 25%. Even as the decade of the 1930s was ending, the nation’s unemployment rate was still close to 15%. The unemployment rate in the US is 6.1% today (source: Wall Street Journal, Newsweek, Department of Labor).

3. GONE - 40% of US banks failed during the 5-years from 1929-1933. The Federal Deposit Insurance Corporation, guaranteeing an individual’s account up to a maximum threshold of $2,500 initially, was signed into law on 6/16/33 and became effective on 1/01/34, too late for thousands of US citizens (source: Newsweek, FDIC).

4. IRONIC - When Ben Bernanke took over a vacant slot on the Federal Reserve’s Board of Governors in August 2002, he was required to set aside the 120 pages he had written for a book that he began 2 years earlier. A New York City publisher had paid Bernanke an advance on a book that was to be titled “Age of Delusion: How politicians and central bankers created the Great Depression” (source: Wall Street Journal, Federal Reserve).

Logan II

Why is it that even when you're not around someone and even if you know they might be doing something or someONE you don't approve of, you still think about them? I know I'm not in love with him, but this has got to stop. We live 300 miles away from one another. I know if someone I was attracted to hit on me here I'd give it a shot, so I'm sure he would too. Uuugggghhhh. I talked to him on Saturday night, he was more drunk than I was and I had been at an all you can drink party, Jameson and O-Bombs galore... and anyways, I'm not sure if it was while or after I was on the phone with him, he was "trying" to kiss my best friend, who just happens to be in town all together too much. She didn't let it happen, but come to find out she did 2 weeks before. She's not into him (not her type at ALL, she's really attracted to asshole losers) and didn't want to tell me, but felt she should, and I'm not sure if I like knowing. I'd still fuck him. I'm not mad at her. I am definitly not ok with it, but how can I be upset. He's not my boyfriend, I see him less than monthly... He's really hot. My best friend? Not as cute as me... He's really young, and I was extra skanky at his age. This is so ridiculous I need to stop writing about it. I'll get at you when I get my head outta his ass.

Logan

Ok, so there's this boy. Yes, boy. He's almost 4 years younger than me, I mean he can't even drink yet... Anyways, there's something about him that lets me not forget him, EVER. It's strange because I've been with so many different men. I've had boyfriends, lovers, fuck-buddies, whatever. Some were older, a few were younger, single, married, dating, engaged, black, white, arab, hispanic, phillipino... Some were hot, some were not, but who's counting, right? Anyways, this one in particular, let's call him... Logan, is something amazing.

We met last year on a very busy night, we were both drunk, obviously, and I was taken back by how attractive he was, and how down to earth he was, that I couldn't stop staring. So... I invited him in. We hung out for a while, then went for a walk, and as soon as we walked out of the door he grabbed my face and started kissing me. I was SHOCKED to say the least and enjoyed it ever so much. He ended up staying the night and we had amazing sex. I, of course, saw him the next day at breakfast... And then again, and again, and again. We didn't actually hang out until a little while later, we were both in different groups and in our passionate doings, didn't exchange numbers. Then one day, it happened. We met up at a party and left together spending the night talking, smoking, and just kissing. His kiss by the way- is the perfect kiss. He kisses just like I do, and I know that sounds silly, but it makes it the perfect kiss and I melt every time. We had a few more midnight rendevous and slept together again.

Then, I graduated. Keep in mind we never talked about dating, AT ALL, and I was sort of seeing other people (ok, so I'm a little slutty) but he was always on my mind. And still is. I went home last weekend to celebrate my alma mater's homecoming, and ended up seeing him, and nothing happened. We had opportunity, but it just didn't happen. Needless to say I was a little disappointed. Then I started thinking about all of the times before, and he either just went for it hard or I made a move on him. This time I was waiting for him to and he didn't... and I think he was scared. Not like I'm some intimidating beauty or anything, but WHAT THE FUCK.

I thought about it more and more, and started remembering things. Like the way he was shaking the first time we did it, the way he just stares at me and smiles, how he would hold my hand when we would walk somewhere and I could feel his pulse racing. He is forever nervous around me. Then it dawned on me that I was the SECOND person he had ever been with. His first girlfriend was from high school and they went off to college together and then they broke up at the start of their second year, and I'm pretty sure that it was ALL her, because she soon after was with someone else. So I don't know if he doesn't know what to do around women, or if he likes me too much, or doesn't like me and wanted a rebound, or whatever. I do know that he doesn't talk to anyone else. I don't want to call and ask him about it because I love the flow of things they way they are when we are together and I don't wanna creep him out. I don't even know the next time I'll see him. I don't even know why I'm thinking about him. I've never even thought about my fucking boyfriends this much. It's so not me. What the fuck. I wish I knew what to do. How do you get someone out of your head who is so... phenomenal?