Oscar Glamour

I was not disappointed by the Oscar glamour last night.  The dresses were divine.  My favs were Penelope Cruz in Armani Privé, Michelle Williams in Louis Vuitton, Jessica Chastain in Alexander McQueen, Emma Stone in Giambattista Valli and Stacy Keibler in Marchesa.  You ladies looked fabulous.

Of course, if I had to criticize the show, it was a bit long and there were too many comedy bits. (It’s an award show just hand out the awards please.)  But then again, I was pretty much glued to my TV -- I’m not going to lie.  In years past, I’ve dressed to the 9’s and put on costume jewels (thanks to my friend Neil Zevnik); I’ve placed bet with co-workers on winners (and have a few wins under my belt); and I’ve been to large viewing parties with way too many people talking during the speeches (annoying!)  This year, I was home solo, folding laundry, and tweeting with my bestie.  It was perfect.  

Bob is wearing the head set.  Ha!

But probably my favorite moments of Oscar night every year are watching the Red Carpet and looking for my ex boyfriend Bob.  (I think this might have been Bob’s  20^th year on the carpet.)  When Tom Hanks gave a shout out to the seat filler, I nearly busted a gut because Bob always mugs for the camera.  This year, Bob did not disappoint.  While watching E! they paused on two images with Bob’s face landing right behind ladies giving their stance for the cameras.  One was Octavia Spencer; and the other was Ellie Kemper.  My bestie and I laughed, the stills of Bob were not that flattering. But, Bob…you always make the Red Carpet fun to watch. 

And while I have never been on the famed Red Carpet for the awards show, its watching Bob, voting with my friends, dreaming of my own Oscar speech (stop laughing…it could happen) and not having to “work” on Oscar Sunday ever again…that gives me the most joy. 

And when Meryl won for Best Actress…well that made me the official “winner” of my ballot votes.  Congrats to all the Winners.  See you on your next Red Carpet (and say Hi to Bob for me.)

HC

Happy Valentine’s Day – Or Not

Last year I bitched and moaned about the guy I thought I was dating, who was too chicken shit to give me a card.  This year…I got breakfast in bed. What a difference a year makes.  Someone actually appreciates me. Wow.

My boyfriend and I didn’t really want to go out and buy each other cheesy gifts, so we came to a compromise…we took the day off and went to watch the LA Galaxy soccer team play a practice game. (My BF loves soccer.)

Now the only thing better than watching the Superbowl for me, was watching David Beckham’s H&M underwear commercial in slow motion (multiple times).  So my gift to all of my readers is…well…here’s the pics I took this morning.

Happy Valentine’s Day.  (And thank you Victoria for not showing up with your four beautiful children.)

Heidi

The Sex-Texter

Have you ever dated a Sex-texter?  You know, the guy who likes to only send you dirty messages?  (And I’m not talking about dirty pictures…just words…in a text.)  
I’ve been down the path with several sex-texters in my dating life…and at first I was turned off.  (Scary, creepy, pervert, yucky.)  But what I’ve learned is…most guys like a little sex-texting.  (Stay with me here.)
Usually I’ve preferred my written sex text in a romance novel.  The build up, the pages and pages of throbbing body parts, the tension, the pressure, the trembling feeling they had never had before.  It’s all just fantastic to read before bedtime.
My girls in my book club suggested I read a historical romance called  The Captain of All Pleasuresfor the pinnacle of romance writing…and well…swashbuckling cheesiness aside…it was a fun read.  (Especially when I would read passages aloud to my boyfriend in bed).  I would giggle as I read the bodice ripper and he’d roll his eyes at me thinking I enjoyed the drama of it all.    (I’m currently devouring  Fifty Shades of Grey…um… love it.)
Which brings me back to sex-texting.  I’ve never thought it was that sexy. 
Now that I’ve been living with my boyfriend for awhile, I’ve learned…he thinks about sex quite a lot.  And as a woman, I personally… don’t.  Women like the drama.  If we want it, we seek it out, but if not in the mood, we can roll over, fall asleep…or rather pretend to be asleep.  
But when I boiled it down…my boyfriend doesn’t want five pages of drawn out sex talk…he wants two lines of sex-texting.
I polled my friends and I got every answer:
“Gross”
“Sexy”
“Serial killer”
“How long have you known him?”
So I ask: Is sex-texting a turn on or a turn off? Afterall, there are two people doing the sex-texting…. It’s not just him.  I participate too…and if I’m having weird feelings, does he have them about me too? Am I slutty for sex texting?
I was somewhat reluctant to talk to my sister about this topic.  Was I actually embarrassed?  But is it normal to “sex-text” your man?
Her response was priceless: “All guys need a little sex-texting.”
She was curt and to the point. He wasn’t a serial killer, he wasn’t a pervert, he was a guy…and “guys like to talk about sex and don’t want a timid shy girl they have to talk into sex every time they are ready…and let’s face facts, guys are pretty ready all the time.” 
Really?  It’s not weird?  “Not at all.” – Eureka.  My sister had been sex-texting with her man too. Whew.  I wasn’t the only one!
My sister protected sex-texting men stating, “He’s just trying to see if she’ll be the type of girl who will have sex with him down the line.  Sex-texters are not weird, they’re  guys.”
My girlfriends weren’t so convinced.  “….this totally creeps out,” was the generic response. 
So my unscientific bottom line: If you are the type of person who is not comfortable with their sexuality and sensual self.  Well…then sex-texting is going to be an issue.  There needs to be a balance.  If you are afraid/timid to talk about sex, then sex-texting is not for you.  Sometimes it might be too pre-mature to jump into the sex-texting with a guy you’ve only known for a short while, but ultimately you have to feel comfortable with men to sex-text with them.  Personally, I found my first Sex-texter generally normal and well…dare I say, sexy.  So why not see if he’ll be a good partner down the line by a little pre-sex-texting session?  And think to yourself, do you want a timid lover?

Dear Santa

Dear Santa,

Well you’ve done good.

While last year I asked for a man to be wrapped and placed under my tree…I realize it took you a bit longer to send him to me. I knew it when I met him that he was your belated gift because one of our first dates was…where else? Under a tree in a forest wrapped up in many blankets.

So I have to say thank you Santa. You sent me the person I have been looking for. He’s not annoyed that I write about men and dates…(in fact, I think he kinda enjoys it.) When I took him to Tiffany’s…he made a purchase in an instant. No doe eyes, no looking at him longingly. He just did it. (I know Santa…where did you find him? I’m assuming Mrs. Claus had something to do with it…after all, I have learned from her…a way to a man’s heart is always through a plate of cookies.)

But honestly Santa…I think the reason this relationship is working is because this man can make me laugh at pretty much anything. (If not, I’m usually just laughing at myself.) But even when we have arguments, we discuss things like adults, admit our faults and nagging ways, and move through all conflict resolution like adults…(maybe I really did need all that time.)

You gave me hope, Santa. You let me find happiness even when I started to doubt the process. (But I will say…dating lots of different people has inspired so many stories for my novels!)

So Santa, this year I’ll tell you what I would like….I’d like you to spread the love and set up a couple friends of mine. I have been very good (I know you have been watching) and I think my friends deserve love too. So wrap up a couple of well mannered men and stick them under their trees, and if they aren’t there on Christmas morning…I’ll tell them to do some tree hugging.

Because it worked for me.

So Santa, I will see you bright and early Saturday night while I share a cozy fireplace moment with my BF. Then you can come down the chimney, we’ll share a mocha, and chat about who has been naughty and nice -- Maybe partake in a glass of sherry before you take off for the night. Then my Stud Muffin and I will look up into the sky and see your flickering sleigh ride across our night sky…and we will reflect at how truly we lucky to have found each other.

Thank you again Santa… You’re the best. And MERRY CHRISTMAS!

Love,

Heidi