People in Hollywood I would do! (My liquid dreams)

Hello! So let me start out by asking...have you all seen the Jenna Marbles video "People I would Fuck" (P.S. I love Jenna Marbles and watch her videos repeatedly, 1, because she's hilarious and 2, because her Boston accent reminds me of home):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IKIAbueB9sM&feature=relmfu


Well, that was a good lead in to my topic of choice today, which is People in Hollywood I would do! Now I know you all secretly have a list of at least the top three actors, singers, etc that you would do right here, right now if you had the chance!

Here are mine (in no real order): Hugh Jackman, Gerard Butler, Johnny Depp, and Adam Levine (see below)....
My perfect dream man (the man of my liquid dreams...thank you O-town for that title) would have  Hugh Jackman's Australian accent (YUM!), A cross between Hugh Jackman and Gerard Butler's body and arms, Gerard Butler's blue eyes, Brown hair, and Adam Levine's tattoos cause they are so fucking hot!! He would also be really successful at his job, like Johnny Depp (He's one of my favorite actors...he's just so good in every role he plays). Also, I dig Johnny Depp's grunge pirate look...there's just something about him all raggedy with that black eyeliner (I didn't say I wanted him to SMELL grunge, just look a little grunge). As you can tell, I like the rugged look for the most part...the scruff on the face...not a full face beard, but just a little rough-faced. And mmmmm do I love me some nice arms and guys that have those defined sex muscles...you know what I'm talking about, the V-shape down under (see Adam Levine's picture below)!

Wooh...Just looking at these guys gets me hot!!!

Sweet dreams girls...I know I'll be having some tonight :))

Until Next Time,
Reaching for Reefs

Lady in the street, but a Freak in the bed!

How many of you have been in relationships where the sex gets boring or the guy complains that you aren't as spontaneous as you used to be/ he wants you to be? I have to say that ever since I dated Asshole, I've pretty much been in relationships where, I wouldn't say the sex sucked or wasn't satisfying (cause it DEFINITELY WAS), but it was just kind of the same routine most of the time (there were a few incidences, but not many in the last few years). I mean, sure, I had two guys after him that got me going during sex enough to erupt all over them, but as for the passionate, wild side I have in me....it just went dormant. I know that it's still there, buried deep within me...it's just that these guys...they haven't brought it out in me!

I miss having a guy that turns me on so much, that I just want him then and there and don't care about anything else....I want a guy that can be sophisticated, but then real raunchy like me at times. As Ludacris would say, I want a "Lady in the street, but a Freak in the bed!" I want a guy that knows when to caress me, for example after a nice romp in the sack, and when to shove me up against a wall, passionately kiss me, and then pull my panties down and get busy.

Does anyone else feel this way besides me? Does anyone else think it's sad...that from the outside it looks like my sex drive has gone down, that it's not as crazy and in-your-face as it used to be, when really you know the truth....no one has made that carnal side come out of you in a long time? Well...I'm disappointed by it...and this has been what I have been thinking about guy-wise the past week.

So I decided, stop whining over it and let's relive some crazy moments....
Here, just for you, is a list of crazy spontaneous places I have done the nasty and what fantasies of mine have still not been fulfilled...enjoy!:

1. A park bench right next to a walking trail in the middle of the day
2. Behind a bird watching trail leaning on a dead tree stump for support....that day I'm sure people heard more than just the birds squeal ;)
3. An unfinished house...cement and all...omg and it was at my ex's family outing. Apparently we made quite a ruckus, because his family definitely hinted about hearing things all day long.
4. The ocean, but that's not the bad part. It was a busy beach, during spring break, with people only a few yards away from us!
5. Hot tub (who hasn't done this!) at a hotel and another at a summer home owned by my ex's parents
6. A personal outdoor shower, again at the summer home....it was kind of thrilling, hanging on to the white fence next to me, trying to keep from doubling over in pleasure and kind of risky, thinking the neighbor's next door might see us.
7. Pool in a hotel (again...probably not that unique and not exactly the best sex)
8. Water bed .... I just had to throw this in here, because I loved how it moved under us lol
9. Car (yea yea...the high school memories)
10. Truck (again not so impressive....although the cab was small and I  made it work)
11. Boat...oh those cushions on the front sure got a work out
12. A field on a blanket
13. Regular shower....who hasn't, right?
14. The beach, at night (with a few different guys), but the time I remember the most was after I had just released hatchling turtles with one of my ex's. We decided to stay a little bit longer
15. Balcony

Now, I tried to come up with a list of places that I'd still like to try to defile and here's what I came up with:
1. Elevator...but not just any elevator. I think it would be kind of fun to do it in one with glass windows
2. A trampoline...as lame as it sounds, I'd just like to know what if feels like to be bounced up and down as I'm moving up and down!
3. Under a waterfall...ever since I thought my first dirty thought, had my first sexual daydream, I've had this fantasy of having a guy find me skinny dipping by myself in the moonlight and joining me. Eventually all that leading to sex in the water, under the waterfall, followed by sex on the shore near the waterfall on a blanket.
4. On a lifeguard stand...when I was in high school, I used to be obsessed with this one guy who was a lifeguard and who I really wanted to (at the time) lose my virginity to....he always mentioned how he'd thought of several different positions using the lifeguard stand/on it...and I've been intrigued ever since.
5. Dressing room. This may be a cliche idea, but I'd love to see if I could get away with it
6. In a bridesmaid dress. Too bad the last two weddings I've been in, that wasn't really possible. Sara's wedding I wasn't really dating anyone and I'm not a fan of one-night-stands, so that was a no go. And the second wedding I've been in, Becca's, my ex boyfriend and I shared a room with my two best friends from home, so that wasn't happening, plus I was way too tired by the time the night was done.
7. When I get married....I'd love to defile my wedding dress...maybe even before the reception is over!! ;)))

What about you all? Can anyone add to my list?

I can't wait til I meet a guy that makes it possible to check all those places off my list! Rawr!

Until Next Time,
Reaching for Reefs

Three-somes, One Night Stands, and Ungrateful Bitches

Hi all! Sorry it's been a while since I posted. Not much juicy, fun stuff has gone down in a while, so I've really had nothing to update you about, but then last weekend happened (Labor Day weekend...oh how I love 3 day weekends!!!)....

Where do I even start? I guess I could start by telling you the story of how my Friday night went. Steph, Dave, Jocelyn, and  a few of my other friends went out for sushi really late for dinner...there was an hour wait at one of my fav sushi spots and we seriously didn't sit down and get our food til about 11pm. After this fun food fest, we decided to skip hanging out with some people who were going to this country-western bar called Round Up (none of us being country fans), and go into downtown Ft. Lauderdale to my favorite outside bar to drink and dance! Now, let me begin by telling you that I am so SICK of bar guys...even when you think they are ok, they turn out to be a miserable disaster...disrespectful, cocky, douchebags! This night I ended up dancing with this guy who was pretty fun at first, doing funky moves and vibing on the same dance waves as me, but then kept grabbing my ass incessantly and at one point in the night, literally took my hand and put it on his crotch!!!! After doing so I said "Wow, you got balls" and he replied "Yes, big balls, and my friends call me something-something-COCK-something something." See...after he said he had big balls, I just tuned him  out. After he was done telling me about some non-sense name, I said "Well, I like respectful guys" and gave him a so-you-aren't-getting-any look, to which he responded: "Obama said change, so change" and continued with "You know you want this.." I was so done with him. Ew, gross! GET OVER YOURSELF!!! Later, when he returned from the bar and tried to grind with me on the dance floor, I avoided him. I left that night without having given my number away and quite fine with that outcome.

The next day, my friend from undergrad (who had said she might party with us the night before but didn't make it due to being tired, a long cab ride, whatever..), we'll call her Kasey, was supposed to be coming to see me and hang out. For me, this was really the last chance I was giving her....you see, Kasey lives in Boston now, and every time I go home, I would ask her if she wanted to meet up. She'd said yes to me several times, "Oh we'll meet at the Providence Place mall" or "Oh yea...come up and visit me in Boston," but EVERY time she FLAKED out on me. She'd make up excuses like something happened with her brother or I don't know...just any kind of lame excuse. She also would come down to Florida every once in a while and always say, "Hey, I'll be down in Florida. I'll let you know when I get down there so we can hang out" and then never ever call or text me. Kasey is horrible at staying in touch. She never calls you back, you can't leave a message for her because her voicemail box is always full, and she rarely responds to your text messages. I hadn't seen her since graduation 3 years ago and I was disappointed in her lack of communication, so this was her last chance to make things right. Don't get me wrong though, I was extremely excited to see her.

We planned that she would leave to come see me after she picked her dad up from the airport at 4pm. She didn't get in until around 8pm, which we then went to get dinner at a lovely crepes place (the food was deeeelish!). Everything was going well...we were catching up, talking about what we were up to now and how our jobs were going. We also reminisced about the old days.

After dinner, we decided to meet up with a few of my co-workers at a bar downtown. We had fun dancing and taking advantage of the 3-for-1 drink specials. My wing woman was back again, Yes!!! Here we were, like the old days, picking up guys left and right, and having an awesome time! We even had a girl approach us in the bar on behalf of her two guys friends.. "See that guy in the white, he likes your friend, and see the guy in the black shirt, he thinks you're hot"....'What is this? Middle school?" I wanted to say.

We decided to leave my co-workers and bar hop...it was time to get our dance on and explore the strip! We went from bar to bar, testing the waters, seeing if we liked the vibe of the place, and deciding to stay or leave. At one bar, it took up to 10 minutes to get in, because Kasey had to literally look through her purse that long to find her ID....Kasey is known to own large purses and pack them with lots of crap. Also, every occasion I've been out with her, she always seems to either lose her keys or her phone. Anyway, after the 10 minute search fiasco, I decided to hold onto Kasey's ID for easy access purposes.

Eventually, after several more drinks in our systems and dance-offs with a few skilled men (we literally made room on the floor and had a dance fight on the floor, in which I'm pretty sure I won! LOL Of course!), we found our way to my favorite outside bar (Yay! Second night in a row!). Moments at that bar faded into each other, but generally here's what went down: Kasey and I dancing on the bar, Kasey making out with this weird Fisherman dude who smokes when he drinks (ew), Me dancing on the bar with this random birthday girl who gave me a few sips of her drink, Me having one dollar bills shoved into the top of my skirt by several guys as I continued to dance on the bar, Kasey still making out with the weird fisherman dude, Kasey telling me we should take the weird fisherman dude home (umm..noooo), creepy engineers trying to dance with both of us, Fisherman dude buying all of us (including the engineers) drinks, weird fisherman dude trying to hook me up with a guy at the bar, me pointing out some hot (Canadian) guys that walked by saying "I want that one," Kasey walking over to the hot Canadian guys and talking to them, me getting one of the hot Canadian guys' numbers....Yep! Craziness!

The craziest thing is that night, I got offered to be a part of two three-somes... COUNT IT, 2!!!! Yep...the weird fisherman dude wanted to go home with Kasey and I, which was not happening! Then, after Kasey and I left the bar to go home, I get a text from the hot Canadian guys saying, "We should have a three-some." I responded with: "What? Are you serious? With who?" "Yep...my friend and I." Woahhhh...I just got offered a Devil's three-some....this shit has never happened to me before. I've never been asked to be part of a three-some and now I have two offered to me, and one of them with TWO GUYS? What is going on?!! I felt slightly disturbed and very flattered! I told them that I didn't share, in which one of the hot Canadians asked if my friend (Kasey) was "down for" his friend. So, I asked Kasey: "Hey is it ok if the Canadians come over? Do you like his friend." Kasey said she was ok with it, but that she just needed to get a few minutes of sleep. Since the Canadians were staying about a 25 minute cab ride away, she said she'd just take a nap until they got to my place. Sounds good enough, right?!

So, after what seems like forever (and me having to explain to the cabbie at least twice how to get to my place), the Canadians finally arrive! I try to wake up Kasey, who seems sleepy, but says she'll get up in a minute. Finally she does, and Canadian #1 and her go for "a walk," while Canadian #2 and I decide to get busy. Yep....first and probably only one night stand I will ever have...Everything started off pretty good. We talked a bit, started making out, then hoped in bed, took our clothes off and I started to go down on him. Oh..after having made fun of him for his tattoo over his heart....I'm sorry, but can you get any more Canadian, then having a tattoo of a religious cross with hockey sticks forming an "X" over it and a fucking maple leaf below the hockey sticks?! REALLY?! And then above the tattoo were the words "Live Strong," which didn't really go with the whole "Canadian Theme," but apparently he just really liked that saying! LOL OMG....What a stereo-type he was! Anyway, after several minutes of me pleasuring him, we get interrupted by his friend looking for a condom. After his friend leaves, Canadian #2 and I start to have sex....he tells me to get on top, and you know me...my favorite position is on top, so I don't argue one bit!!! I start riding it, like I usually do, when we get interrupted by his friend again, who comes in for a minute, looks around and then leaves. I don't know...weird....so we go back to doing our thing, only to get interrupted 10 minutes later by his friend AGAIN! WTF!!! This is when everything turned for the worse...

Canadian #1 comes in and says, "Dude...we gotta leave. Something isn't right..." and we both look at him, as if to say, 'What do you mean.' He continues to tell us how he and Kasey were making out and then he was fingering her, during which Kasey said that she wanted to have sex and told him that they should go inside....Canadian #1 said he then headed inside, but realized that Kasey hadn't followed him, so he goes back out to look for her, and she had taken off in her car.....just peeled out and drove away like a bat out of hell! So we all decide that I should take them home and text her on the way.....I ended up calling her at least 15 times as I was driving them back to their place and then driving myself home. Every time I called it went straight to voicemail...she had shut off her phone. I texted her several times asking if she was ok and what had happened...still nothing. I eventually went to bed (this was at 6:45am...latest and craziest night ever), leaving my phone on vibrate. I awake at 11:30am to see that I have gotten 2 texts from Kasey, which pretty much said that she was back at her dad's house on the west coast and that she was fine, but that she forgot her driver's lisence at my place, and asking me if I would drive it to her (2 and a half hours away) because she didn't feel like driving and she got a $300 speeding ticket. Seriously....I have to drive 2.5 hours just because you freaked out and decided to drive home at 6 in the morning?! Ok...whatever.

So, I continue with my Sunday plans, which were to have a full beach day with Steph (accomplished!!!). While I'm at the beach Kasey and I are texting back and forth. I told her I'd drive her ID to her (which she needs for her flight on Monday) after I was done beaching it and asked her if we could do dinner since I was driving all that way, which she agreed to. So 4pm rolls around, I text her that I'm jumping in the shower and then heading her way....no response. Then I get on the road, because I'm figuring, well I have 2.5 hours til I'm in Naples and that will give her enough time to get back to me about where I'm driving too and also I won't be stuck driving there at 8pm...I'll get in sooner. I text Kasey several times: "Ok, I'm on Alligator Alley now," "Ok...I don't know where I'm going...please get back to me," "I'm a half an hour away now," "I'm entering Naples now"...NOTHING! I called her several times as well, each time the phone ringing 3 times before going to voicemail, so I know her phone's on.

Once I get to Naples, I take the second exit off the highway, pull into a parking lot next to a Walgreens, BP station, and McDonald's and wait. I text her and say "WTF Kasey. I'm in Naples. You haven't gotten back to me and if you don't contact me within 20 minutes, I'm leaving for home." Time is ticking away...I'm calling up some friends, trying to calm down, because right about now I'm FURIOUS! I just went 2.5 hours out of my way, got a fucking speeding ticket, and this girl will not answer her calls or text me back! Twenty minutes goes by and NOTHING...so I gas up my car, get some food from McDonald's and leave! FUCK THIS SHIT!

Now, if I were not such a nice person, I could have fucked Kasey  over and taken her ID back with me and said oh...too bad, you never got back to me, so I just left and took your ID with me....too late! But no...I'm a nice person, so I leave her ID with a man at the toll plaza at Alligator Alley.
I had to beg him to take it:

'Listen, I have a weird request...first, here's my money for the toll. Second, can you hold on to this ID for my friend. See I drove 2.5 hours from Fort Lauderdale to give this bitch her ID and called her and texted her all the way...I even waited for her for an hour (a little exaggeration) and she never got back to me,' I said.

"Well...you can leave it with my manager over there ma'am."

'Nope, sorry...I already went out of my way, I'm not doing anything extra...just please take it!' I implored.

 "She never got back to you?"

'No and I called and texted her at least 10 times... '

 "Well ok then."

 I then thanked him several time and sped off towards home. I text Kasey saying that I left her ID at the toll plaza, two booths from the right, with the man with dreds. Still Nothing!

About an hour after my last text I hear back from Kasey with some Cock and Bull excuse: "Oh, I'm so very very sorry. My phone went from fully charged to dead and I tried charging it..." AND BLAH BLAH BLAH! Then she tries to say she was gonna meet me half way. Really...Really....FIRST OF ALL, if your phone was dead and you couldn't charge it then WHY did it go to voicemail after THREE RINGS and not go straight to voicemail on the first ring...when phones are dead, they go straight to voicemail, SO EXPLAIN THAT! This means it was still on...I'm not fucking stupid, you sketchball! Oh and about meeting me half way...Yea fucking right, bitch....if you were going to meet me halfway, you would have mentioned BEFORE when we were making plans earlier that day for me to return your ID to you!!!! YOUR WORDS MEAN NOTHNG!

What really pisses off is the fact that she doesn't even understand why I'm not talking to her anymore...why we aren't friends anymore. She thinks it's because she "acted like a fool" that night with the Canadian guys...Sorry Sweetheart, that's not it....Maybe if you got your head out of your ass you'd think more clearly and realize that maybe I'm not talking to you anymore, because you are an UNGRATEFUL BITCH....you didn't even fucking say thank you to me for driving out of my way 2.5 hours to give you your fucking ID back (irresponsible on her part for leaving it in the first place)! You didn't answer your phone or get in contact with me when I tried to reach you a billion times to meet up with you. You would think that if a good friend drove your ID and went out of her way, that you would at least have the courtesy to STAY BY YOUR PHONE AND ANSWER IT when they call....oh and if you needed your ID so badly to get on the plane home the next day, you think you would make it a PRIORITY to do anything and everything to get your ID back, but you DIDN'T....so that's why I'm PISSED AT YOU!

This was the last straw.....first you fucking flake out on me at least 3 times and then you pull that shit and you think I'm gonna just forgive you for acting like a sketchball and let you walk all over me...I DON'T THINK SO HONEY.....YOU CAN TAKE THAT AND SHOVE IT UP YOUR ASS!

So, there's my update about my crazy weekend which included three-somes being offered to me, my first and only one night stand, and an ungrateful bitch! I hope you never get into this situation....at least the last one!

Until Next Time,
Reaching for Reefs

Only Girl in the World...

So, this is just kind of a general post today. See, I was out dancing last night with some of my favorite girls....looking all hot with a new periwinkle colored blouse with ruffles and a hot black mini skirt. Just got me some new facial piercings too (lip and redid the eyebrow)...I was looking amazing! I even took photo's of my self last night, because there aren't many days when I look in the mirror and go "Damn girl...you are hot!"

Anyway, we were celebrating a friend's birthday, which was cool. But really my main goal of the night was to find a cute guy to make out with....that's all I wanted....to have fun with my girls and make out with a guy. However, as the night went on and I'm dancing away, I was only approached by two guys to dance and both of them were just blah! That's all I can say. As the night progressed, and more and more long islands got into my system, I started to notice how my friend was being so cute with her boy...you could tell they had missed each other while she was out of town. And I started to get the single's blues I guess.....I started to get really frustrated actually. Even my friend's "manwhore" guy friend wouldn't come over. I tried dancing with him a bit and kind of giving him that eye....you know what I'm talking about...that sexy look you throw across the room at someone when you want them to come over. No such luck!

By the end of the night, I was feeling pretty crappy. I was at that perfect buzzed point where it would have been so fun to let loose with a cute guy and there wasn't one! Then the worst possible thing happened.....Rihanna's song "Only girl in the World" came on!

Bad Bad Bad! This song always makes me think of Roberto, because it was the last song that I ever danced with him to....well I danced around him and he watched me cause he was "tired" (load of Bullshit, because I should have took that as a sign that he didn't love me anymore, since he used to love dancing with me no matter what). Anyway, I distinctly remember him saying, as I danced around him to that song on his birthday weekend, "Whenever I hear this song I'll think of you." Which was yet another sign I should have picked up, but whatever. Anyway, ever since then that song is the ONLY song that still reminds me of Roberto and makes me feel like shit every time I hear it.

So, "Only girl in the world" comes on and I just start bawling on the dance floor. I'm dancing with one of my friends, but she's way too drunk to even notice (which was fine by me....how embarrassing). I was a mess! As soon as the dj changed the song, my moment of tears was over.

We left soon after and I thought I was done with my crying session, but as soon as I got in my car to drive home from my friend's place that DAMN song came on again! Noooooooooooo! Another 5 minutes of crying and wondering what is wrong with myself!

Last night, I felt like I was the Only Girl in the World without a guy in her life....the Only Girl in the World who wasn't getting action....the Only Girl in the World going home from the club crying.

It's been over 7 months since Roberto and I broke up....what the hell is wrong with me?!!!! I need to stop feeling this way and I need to stop now!

Suggestions please?????

The Return of the Fun Shoe (Instant-makeover Booties)!!!!

Well, after all those lame dates and lack there of I went on the last couple of months, plus another guy blowing me off twice when we had planned dates (the first time because he was "sick"...ok, fine...so he could have been sick, but then the second time because he "had such a busy week he forgot"..which I have to say REALLY...WHO FORGETS THEY HAVE A DATE NO MATTER HOW BUSY THEY GET....Moron! When I got this text from him about forgetting our date, my response read back: "So let me get this straight...first you cancel because you are "sick" and now because you "forgot you had a date"...who forgets they have a date? Most people are excited about having a date! How about this...let's forget the whole thing, because I don't need some guy constantly blowing me off!" and that was the end of that!!), you could imagine how excited I was when I got a text out of nowhere from Mr. B (a few weeks ago) that asked me if I had plans for the third weekend of July, because he would be in Orlando for a wedding and wanted to see me! He told me it had been too long and that he couldn't wait to catch up! :)))))

OMG, my fun shoe had returned!!!! How I missed my make over booties so! I was ecstatic to see him...I checked to make sure I was off that weekend from both my jobs, got my cat's vet appointment moved up to earlier that week, and did tons of laundry all to prepare for this tremendous occasion (No! Not the wedding.....I meant shacking up with Mr. B!)!! Oh, and did I mention, I even got a Brazilian for the first time! That's right...a BRAZILIAN! I knew what this weekend was all about and Baby, I was going all out! (By the way...Brazilians don't hurt as much as I thought they would. I was actually really really anxious about the whole ass part, but it was actually the inner lips that hurt the most. Eek! But getting my ass waxed has to be on my top 10 awkward moments list, especially when they ask you to hold your own cheeks apart...I was like "Whaaaaa?")

Anyway, I packed all my cute langerie, including this gorgeous deep blue satin slip I had worn on my Bahamas cruise last November....Yes, use for all my lovely bra's and panties yet again!!! I packed the cute new black dress with heart patterns on it, I packed my new blouses and shorts, I packed my sexiest Victoria's Secret push up bathing suit...I was ready to go!

But as I approached Orlando (I was driving of course), the more and more nervous I got! It had been over 2 years since I had seen him....what if he looked different? What if I wasn't what he had expected...what if he was disappointed?!!!

Soon I was the airport, picking him up, and after the first few minutes it was back to the same old same old! We got to the hotel in no time, checked in, and set up camp! I, knowing that some guys are touchy about this and also not wanting to overwhelm him (since we had never stayed more than a night with each other/been in each others' presence for more than 24 hours and had to share a bathroom to get ready, etc), asked him if it was ok that I put my shower stuff in the shower and my toothpaste and tooth brush on the sink. He was totally fine with it! And so our weekend began...first by talking about all the new things going on in our lives...him just finishing getting his MBA, me pursuing my MS in Marine Biology, etc etc. Then discussing old times and mutual friends followed by a quick nap. And Mr. B totally spooned me....Wow! He was never really a cuddler! That nap was interrupted by a little welcome back to FL/Hello Derrr (Elvis Duran and the morning show anyone?) fuck. Yep...and it was as good as ever.....just how I remembered it! Best thing about Mr. B....he always always goes down on you before you move to the main attraction....also a catch 22, because you always have to go down on him before the main attraction (which I don't mind too much...you help me out, I'll help you out...but boy! Does my jaw get tired!).

After our little nap and grind, we went to Margaritaville (Yea City Walk!) for some drinks and to meet up with an old college friend of his, who I enjoyed thoroughly. His friend's girlfriend was also very nice! It was funny....the entertainment started as we sat down for our meal and the DJ asked if anyone knew the song that was playing...It was Journey's "Don't Stop Believing!" Of course I knew it!!!! So I raised my hand like a little girl in school who knows the answer, like "Oh oh! Me Meeeee!" and then I had to get up and sing it for everyone, which I was fine with...Karaoke queen over here!!!! But his friend's girlfriend was amazed by this. She was taking pictures and videos and even told me I was brave when I had finished my solo! I laughed to myself and thought: 'That's right...the only one here that knows me is Mr. B and since he and I had sung karaoke together, he knows I love to do this sort of thing!'

Mr. B's friend's girlfriend was so nice that she and another Disney employee got us in to the Animal Kingdom for free the next day, after spending the morning taking a dip in their pool! It was awesome! We went on the Everest ride, where I thought Mr. B was going to piss himself, because at one point we stopped in the cave (I had forgotten all about this since the last time I had been) and you saw the silhouette of the Yeti jump off the screen and then noises...like it was going to jump out. Mr. B and I were like "Where is it going to jump out from?! I think I hear noises over there! OMG!" and then we get shot backwards by the rollercoaster....awesome!!!!! We also saw the Lion King show, which was amazing...I would recommend it to anyone, followed by the Safari ride! Then it was time to get Mr. B back to the hotel, because he needed to get ready for his friend's wedding.

While he was at the wedding, which he RSVP'ed to 2 weeks prior and so they had no room for his date and almost no room for him, I ordered pizza, watched Indiana Jones movies, and waited for my friend Jocelyn and some of her Optometry peepz to get out of their conference. When they did, Mr. B and I met up with them (late!) to go dancing at Groove, which we got all us girls and Mr. B in for free (That's what happens when you travel with a pack of 6 hot girls!). What a night! Tequila shots, margaritas, and long islands....yep, it was great! Like old times...Mr. B and I dancing, me pulling him towards me by the tie he still had on from his wedding attire, yummy!

By the time we got back to the room, we were too beat to do anything else except shower (together of course) and sleep! Oh, but don't you worry, the next morning he got his before breakfast and then it was back to the airport for him and back to Ft. Lauderdale for me!

In a day and a half (not even really 2 full days) we had gotten it on 5 times...COUNT IT: 5!!!!! It was just what I needed indeed! When I showed up at work Monday my lower back and knees hurt and that's how I knew it had been a damn good weekend!!!

:::sigh::: Hope I get to see my fun shoes again and not in another 2 years! I love my booties...they make everything better!!! :)))

Until Next Time,
Reaching for Reefs

The Rule of 4

Hello, hello! Well, I hope you all are doing well today. As for me, I've had a decent day of lab work and studying (yea..boring! I  know!).

So, I'm going to tell you about a little rule I made up to help us girls out and which I am now going to strictly stick to....I call it The Rule of 4. It's kinda like that rule that's out there about the number of people a girl or guy sleeps with....you know, You take the number of people a girl says she's slept with and multiply it by 3 to get the real number and with guys, you take the number they give you and divide 3 to get the correct number. Well, with my rule of 4, you take the age of a guy and you subtract 4 years from that age. This will give you the age that they really act/their maturity level.

For instance, let's take Matt, the annoying shoe. He was 24 years old, but in reality, acted more like 20. Another example...let's take Roberto. He was 23, yet really acted like a 19 year old, especially the way he handled the break up and the smoking pot and everything else in his life. Which, oh, by the way, did I tell you that my suspicions have been confirmed. I finally found out why he broke up with me and it was for a girl...a skanky, blonde-bitch whore of a girl (who worked at the aquarium with us and pretended to by my friend) who had been cheating on and probably still is cheating on her HUSBAND (That's right! HUSBAND!!!) with multiple people, one of those people now being Roberto, the Croc! Well, you asked for a less committed relationship and I guess you got it...don't be surprised when you also find yourself with an STD.

So, after these two douche's...I started thinking about this rule. I thought to myself...wow, I think I'm done dating younger guys...it just never seems to work out. They never seem to be on my level. Now listen, I know there are exceptions out there, like my brother for example, but as a general rule of thumb, younger guys equal immature and stupid!

Again my thoughts  about age were confirmed when I went out with the sous chef, the one I met on POF....yea you remember him. I posted about our first date a while back....the disappointment of it not being like my first date with Roberto (pshhhh!).  He's 23, but I thought...Hey! Seems like he's got his life together and he's already in Grad school and working at an amazing restaurant...why not try!  When we were trying to plan our second date, we had being been  going back and forth via text several times about ideas of where to eat and what to do, when I got this text message from him that said: "We could make out"... 'Really? REALLY!!!?' I thought to myself. I then wrote back, 'Well, I wouldn't consider that much of a date and now you have made me feel uncomfortable.' Then Mr. sous chef proceeds to tell me that his immature friend was playing a game on his phone and saw he was texting me and he had written that. Right! Like I'm supposed to believe that. Then sous chef begs and begs me to believe him and even calls me in this little puppy dog voice. Fine, I'll give him another chance, I thought to myself.

So, we end up meeting downtown and going to this burger joint, listening to this live band, which I thought was half way decent, but the WHOLE time he was mocking the guitarist and making rude comments. Oh...and then, unlike the first date, when I tried to get him to talk, it was like pulling teeth. By this point in time, I was pretty much over this date, but I hoped it would get better. After dinner, I made him show me his cooking tools and knives....hey, if I'm going out on a date with a sous chef I want to see his equipment! LOL!

Then we headed to the beach (because the place we were going to after our dinner was closed). So, we are walking on the beach and talking about I don't know what and we stop at this one house. We sit on the sea wall and stare at the stars and the waves crashing on shore.....great time to get close. I even shivered a few times, because I was cold and then outright said: 'Brr...I'm chilly' and still nothing! I had been anticipating this kiss, because I was wondering what our physical chemistry was like, since everything else wasn't adding up. Nothing...NOT A THING...didn't move close to me, didn't offer me his jacket...nothing! So, we walk back to his car because I need to go to bed early since I have my sea turtle job the next day....and I go: 'Oh it's that awkward time of the night again,' trying to get a laugh out of him. Instead, like a little boy, he asks me what I want to do. I said, 'Well, I guess I'll kiss you'....so I lean in to kiss him and what do I get?!!!! A fucking tight-mouth lemon kiss.....no open mouth, no tongue, no emotion...no nothing! I even gave him signals that I wanted a real kiss, playing with his lips with my tongue a little....still nothing. Well, that was it for me. I was through with him. The next day he text me 3 times and I didn't text him back...I was over it!

Again, the text message he sent me, being rude at the restaurant with the band, not trying to warm me up when I was cold, and the lame ass (if you can even call it) kiss....the rule of 4 confirmed!

Oh and, as if I needed any more confirmation, I met this guy at a club one night who seemed pretty cool...asked me all the right questions, like if I was in college, what I wanted to do with my life, etc etc. I found out he was Sicilian and lived in Sicily for 17 years or so before he moved over here (and was VERY EXCITED!!!). He was 22, but I thought, eh...he's well traveled, is in college, and whatnot.....Oh, again...how I was wrong. He said he wanted to take me out on a date, then canceled it the day of, then never texted me again and I saw a status on his facebook one day that was a response to his buddies' comment....it said: "Man, you are just jealous you didn't get pussy last night and I did!"  Ewwwwwwww! Delete and done with that one. Definitely acted like he was 18!!!

So, long story short....use the Rule of 4 girls! It really helps! I guess this means I should be shooting for 29 year olds...woop woop!! :)  Just as long as they aren't older than 34...I'm good!

Good night ladies and good luck with the Rule of 4....I hope it helps you (and myself) out in times of need!

Until Next Time,
Reaching for Reefs

The Annoying Shoe: The shoes you keep around because they're cute, but you wonder why!

Ok...so after Roberto and I broke up I was devastated for a long time. I told you...I couldn't eat or sleep normally for quite some time. I had dreams of Roberto...our first kiss, the last thing he said to me, etc etc...He kept haunting me. There was no way I was ready for anything serious. I couldn't stand the thought of putting myself back out there...in the dating world; giving 100% of myself again, just to be crushed AGAIN. The thought was just heartbreaking. Just because I didn't want anything serious, didn't mean I didn't want anything at all though......as the months went by and March came around....I hadn't had sex in a while and it was getting to me.

Two of my friends from the west coast (of FL..duh!) came to visit me one weekend. It was promised to be an awesome time...partying, good food, etc. And well...that's pretty much what it ended up being. First we went out to dinner at this lovely Hookah spot, which was lots of fun! We drank way too much (or at least two of us did) and as the night passed, we found our way to one of my favorite spots in Ft. Lauderdale....My friends and I danced on the bars, danced on the table in front of the DJ's....just had an absolute blast. I had several guys dancing with  me....I needed and ego boost and I got it! Then I met Matt.

Oh Matt....he started dancing with me, grabbing on me and the song ended, and I moved on to another guy. But I could see him making eyes at me, wanting me, from across the place. Soon he was back dancing with me again and then suddenly it just started to downpour. Did anyone care though? No...We were all getting soaked and everyone just kept dancing! I felt like I was in a music video....my wet, curly hair with water dripping from it...throwing it from side to side, as per the usual.....soaked from head to toe and absolutely loving it! I kissed Matt while dancing in the rain....what a cliche, movie moment. Soon to be ruined by him asking if he could come home with me and sleep on my futon....."Yea right dude...who do you think I am?!!! And by the way, I have no room since my friends are staying over!" I responded to his question, somewhat offended.

I still gave him my number though and right after I left he texted me....big surprise...
"Hey beautiful"......Yep, he was one of those guys...let me flatter you severely until I get in your pants.
Anyway, I didn't really text him back. I was way too tired and we ended up getting pulled over by the cops because I accidentally had an expired registration...damn it, I knew I forgot something on my birthday! My friend, the one who hadn't been drinking, was driving. The cop was actually pretty nice, so at least our night wasn't completely ruined.

A few days later, Matt and I decided to get together to eat dinner and chill. I thought..."Oh cool...maybe this will be a date and he'll pay for me"...Wrong! That's ok....I wasn't really expecting much from him anyway. We ended up going back to my place. This is the night I crossed him off the relationship list and added him to the "I'm going to use you for sex " list, because I found out he had cheated on his ex girlfriend who he had been going out with for 3 year and then he tried to blame in on alcohol...douche! No relationship potential whatsoever...in my eyes...perfect..I didn't need that hassle anyway!That night we did everything except sex.

It was 3 days later that I saw him next...and this time I was ready to go. He pulled the whole "Want to watch a movie" line and I was thinking, 'What are we...in middle school again?!' I just chuckled to myself. I could already tell this was going to be an interesting night. I think we watched "Surf's Up" and I made him wait to do anything with me until I heard my favorite line....when the fire urchin gets stepped on and he says: "Stepped on me...he danced on me! Look...broken, broken, gone, gone, broken!" as the urchin is pointing to all his damaged spines! I love that part! Makes me laugh every time!

Anyway, we are getting down..and then just as fast as it started, it was over. Boo! I was so disappointed....I hadn't gotten off in 3 and a half months!! But I figured, ok...it's our first time together and no one really is used to one another...it's always a bit awkward, so I'll let him slide.

The next time Matt wanted to get together, I was a little hesitant. See...it was a bad time of the month and I wasn't sure how he would react to that. I told him he could come over, hoping that I could at least get some lip action! So...we "watched" another movie. Soon enough we were making out...all hot and heavy..he's taking off my shirt when I tell him the first time: "Just to let you know, it's not a good time of the month." I guess he didn't care, because he just kept undressing me. Oh, and by the way, I must have told him at least 5 times that I had my period, but whatever. So I'm thinking...ok, he doesn't care! Sweet....I'm totally gonna get mine tonight and then we'll take a shower together! WRONG again!

I get on top and start getting real into it.....riding him as hard and fast and I want. He keeps trying to smack my ass, and I'm like "No no no no....please don't....you will mess me up." So, I guide his hands to my thighs so he can hold on to them while I'm doing my thing. I'm getting so close....just on the brink of getting there when he goes..."Hey wait...stop...didn't you just say you had your period." 'Um yea....I told you like 5 times'......his face looks confused for a minute, then he says "Oh, I'm going to hop in the shower...come on." He keeps trying to get my to come to the shower and I keep refusing:
'No..'
"No...why?" Matt asks.
'Because I can't get off that way and condoms don't work very well in the shower.'

After this little argument, Matt proceeds to get all whiny because there is "stuff" on him. 'Wow...what a little bitch'...I'm thinking in my head. I yell at him "Just wash it off!" He then asks me for a towel, which I whip at his face and climb back into bed angry.

Matt finally finishes in the bathroom and comes back to bed, asking me why I am shooting him death stares! Really...really I have to explain this to him!!!! So I try to put it in layman's terms:

'I was just about to get off when you rolled me off of you and it's been THREE AND A HALF MONTHS since I've gotten off.' He still looks at me lost...what more do I have to explain?!
'Ok....it's like if you were on top and just about to get off and I  kicked you out of my apartment.' "What...you are kicking me out of your apartment?" he asks....
'No, no nooooooo....I'm giving you an example...look...the two times a girl is the horniest is when she is ovulating and when she is menstrating ok....and on top of that it's been three and a half months...do you get it now?!!!'
"Yea I guess so..."
'Good...now you better make it up to me RIGHT NOW!'

And so, I pretty much forced him to have sex with  me again and damn it, this time I did get off and it felt good!

Oh, by the way, in the middle of the night I find that he is spooning with  me and I think to myself 'Oh, this is so nice...my friend with benefits is spooning with me'.....then I find out why! I should have known...he wanted round 2 or was this 3...whatever you want to call it.....So, I'm like sure why not. So we start going at it again and then he FREAKS out because my kitten brushed up against his foot. He completely stops having sex with me. I'm like, "Dude...just put the cat on the floor!"  What a douche, right?!  Oh...it only gets better!

So, after this whole situation...I really wasn't in the mood to see him any time soon...especially after he had told me that I was high maintenance in bed, because I wouldn't let him smack my ass when I was on top....even though I explained that I know the speed, the angle, and the momentum I need to get off, but whatever. He was more of a pain in my ass then pleasure.

Foolish me....I gave him one more try. This third time was the worst, because I told him I didn't want to use his trojans, I wanted to use my durex. See...in my past experiences, Trojans break on me (and Lifestyles dry out) and so I didn't want to use them. But in the middle of having sex (Go figure!) he stops and says "I don't think this Durex is ok...I think it has a hole" and I sarcastically snip back at him "Oh yes...cause I'm a psycho bitch that pops holes in condoms..." So, Matt switches to a Trojan Endz...great, just great....but we are in the heat of the moment and I want to get off again, so I'm just like...whatever! Yea well...I should have stopped him, because that condom with it's spermicide gave me an allergic reaction....I was extremely itching and irritated for at least 4 days after....I mean to the point where I thought I was gonna scratch off my whole vagina! When the allergic reaction died down, I ended up with a yeast infection cause the spermicide just fucked up my whole system down there....way to go Matt!

That's it...I was done...DONE DONE DONE! Matt continued to text me 3, 4, 5 times. I kept making up excuses: "Oh, I'm too tired" or "I'm sick" or "I don't feel like it tonight" etc etc until I was tired of lying. One night when he asked me if I was "watching the Heat game," which by the way I fucking hate professional basketball because no one plays defense and it's all about who can showboat and throw up as many shots as possible, I told him the truth....I text him and said: "Listen...this isn't working out anymore and here's why: 1. You suck as a friend with benefits. Whenever you text me I get back to you and we usually hook up, but when I text you things like 'I have a headache you should come over and fix, etc etc' you always say no. Oh...and we never do anything outside of the bedroom...it's called FRIENDS with benefits, not just benefits. 2. You never listen to any of my suggestions. When I tell you I can only get off on top, you don't believe me...umm hello I haven't been a virgin since I was 17...I think I know myself. And also, I told you I don't like Trojans and you go and use a Trojan and then you know what happens to me....I get an allergic reaction to your damn condom!

Matt writes back that maybe our schedules just haven't been matching up and that the second reason is because he doesn't want to have babies, which I then point out that Trojans are just as effective as Durex. I then tell him: "You are too paranoid and uptight and you don't make sex fun!"

After that, I didn't hear from him for several hours and when I do hear from him all he says is: "So..you seem upset" and I'm like "Yea...well there are two things you can do: fix it or forget about it" and he just writes back "I guess I'll text you later."

Since that day, he's texted me to get together several times....once which I almost gave into...when I was sick at home and could have used a little comforting touch. But then I thought....'What am I thinking...this kid causes me more trouble then satisfaction....no thanks!"

So Matt....he's that annoying pair of shoes you have. You know...everyone has a pair....the ones that you keep around because they are cute, but you always wonder why you haven't thrown them out yet. I still have Matt's number in my phone...and I still might text him in the future, but that's only til I get a better friends with benefits down here. What an annoying shoe!!!!

Good luck girls, because I have a feeling there are a lot of annoying shoes out there with a lot of drama and I'm not putting up with any of their bullshit!


Until Next time,
Reaching for Reefs