Maybe He's Just Not That Into You...

Shit, a ton happened this week:

I started talking to a guy I met online. He's super cute, and he has a great personality, at least over text, phone, and e-mail. We were supposed to meet for dinner and drinks tonight, but he canceled. I don't really know him, so it's too soon to tell if he blew me off or it was a legitimate excuse...

Work put up all these new firewalls, so not only can I no longer go to my favorite websites like Gawker and Jezebel, but I can't even go to my own frigging blog! Oh, and don't even get me started on how I can't access Facebook either. They're really cracking the whip, and it sucks. Now, I have to wait until I get home to talk to my FB friends.

There are a ton of layoffs in the works at my company, and everybody is sweating it, including me. Because you just never know...

Last night, I took the commuter rail from Boston to visit one of my best friends who lives in Western Mass. We had a blast: drank wine, watched the mag reels and commentary for Tropic Thunder, headed out to a restaurant for some drinks and dinner, then met up with some of her friends at the movie theater to see He's Just Not That Into You. Yes, I'm such a stereotypical girl, I know.

It was a great movie, and I loved all the little storylines. My favorite was the one involving Gigi, played by Ginnifer Goodwin (she's adorable), as the really sweet girl looking for love and not being able to find it anywhere. I think we can all relate to her on some level.

Bradley Cooper is in it, and he's smoking hot, but he plays a super douchebag, so although you want to make mad passionate love to him, you also want to punch him in the balls and throw him down a set of stairs. Also, for all the really big fans of the book, the author, Greg Behrendt, makes a cameo.

The theater was packed with women (big surprise, ha) and about 5 dudes that were obviously dragged there by their girlfriends. They looked miserable. Ladies, don't bring your guys to chick flicks, unless you're secretly punishing them for making that comment about your ass; otherwise, bring your girlfriends.

There was a group of women behind us, and they had big, husky voices like they all smoked two packs of cigarettes a day and they sounded like Marge Simpson's sisters, Selma and Patty. Every now and then, you would hear one of them nudge their friend and loudly blurt out "Ohhh, that's so you, Linda!" Listening to them, my girlfriend and I couldn't stop cracking up. It didn't help that we were three sheets to the wind before we even sat down either.



Left my girlfriend's today to get back to Boston for my date and it didn't even happen. Attention Guys: We know you're clueless, but could you please call or, at the very least, text us to say you can't go out? Don't wait for us to call you to confirm plans. Not cool. I could've spent an extra night with my friend having fun, just sayin'.

The Booty Call vs. The Guy Friend

I was discussing this with one of my girlfriends today, who just happens to be dealing with this situation: I know I've been out of the dating scene for a few years now, but can a guy friend be a booty call as well? Or does it have to be one or the other?

It's 2009, so haven't we women figured out yet how to have casual, commitment-free relationships with the opposite sex that don't get too complicated? Let me guess the answer! Not on your life.

So, if one has a guy friend, and she wants to e-mail him and text him whenever, then that's fine, but if she hooks up with him, then all of a sudden, she has to play stupid "girl runs away so boy will chase her" games? Ugh, that is ridiculous.

My girlfriend says that this guy keeps her at arms length, even though she doesn't want anything serious with him. She also said that before anything physical happens and they're just hanging out together, it's awesome and they feel comfortable with each other, but as soon as something physical goes down and the sun comes up, it's as if the whole room screams "FEAR OF INTIMACY". She said it's like those words are scrawled all over the walls in red magic marker.

Last time, she jumped out of bed early and tried to sneak out, but he caught her before she could get the door open. She told me:"I fucking hate that feeling of awkwardness and that lingering fear of intimacy vibe. I get out as soon as I open my eyes. I don't get it. It's really dumb, and sometimes I want to scream at him, I've known you for 6+ years! Look, I don't want to date you. So, just relax!"

She said the thing that sucks is they're good friends, but sex complicates things. Each person involved, whether he/she likes it or not, is playing some pseudo-sexual power game of chess. For the time being, she wants to have her cake and eat it, too, so this is what she has to deal with until some brilliant woman cracks the code on how to make a friend with benefits scenario actually work.

And, this is one of a myriad of reasons why I'm quite content being single and dateless.

The All Over Print Hoodie

On my way home from work tonight, I saw a guy wearing a black hoodie with gold stars and moons all over it. My first reaction was, "Is he serious?!!". My second reaction was, "That would look really cute on a 10 year-old girl." Now, I'm one of the biggest trend whores I know. I've totally embraced the whole 80's comeback, and I've even bought some rainbow earrings, and I've been known to sport an over sized belt over a long shirt every once in a while. However, this really crosses the line. "Dude! You are a full grown man, so why are you dressing like a little girl with Barbies hanging out of her pockets?!!" I think it should be socially acceptable as a woman to just go up to one of these guys and laugh in his face or maybe just point and whisper to your girlfriend as he walks by.

I was intrigued by this fashion don't. I did a little research. I discovered they were started by a company named BAPE, and I guess BAPE print hoodies are the bomb diggety. However, BAPE hoodies are the Gucci of hoodies; they are quite expensive and only the creme de la creme of the hoodie community can afford to wear them. In the wake of the BAPE trend, many other clothing manufacturers have tried to jump on the all print hoodie bandwagon by producing total crap hoodies with ridiculously colorful prints that remind us of Sesame Street on acid. This is the one fashion trend right now that really "grinds my gears". Is it that men will wear anything in the frenzy of fashion trendiness? Or, are men just regressing back to their inner 10 year-olds? Maybe men are trying to relive their childhoods without the strict gender boundaries. Back then, they were forced to wear blues and greens; now they can rock pink glittery stars or gold moons and nobody says a word. Next time, you see one of these guys on the street, look to see if his pockets are filled with My Little Ponies and ask him where you can get one for your 10 year-old niece.