Meeting Bloggers Can Prepare You For The Real Thing

If you would have told me a year ago that I would meet face to face with readers of my blog, I would have "hardy har har"'d your ass and gone back to chugging my Schlitz.

However, an email from Martini asking me to meet up with her and Lady Luck at a bar in West Hollywood caught my attention. Leo, Leroy and I drove out to the bar and a manager stopped us at the kiosk.

Manager: Who are you here to see?

Leo & Leroy both turned to me.

So@24: Oh. Uhm. I actually, don't know their names...

-Manager raises eyebrow-

Manager: You can wait at the bar until your "friends" arrive.

We saddled up to the bar and I started to scan the room.

So@24: Well, now what?
Leo: Why are you asking me?? This is your operation, chief. Did she write her name in the email?
So@24: She signed it "Martini". That's all I got.
Leo: What about a phone number?
So@24: Nope. That was it.
Leo: Good luck with that buddy. Off you go.

I zigzagged around the bar like Billy in the Family Circus.

awkward wanderings

Nothing looked promising. I returned to the bar defeated.

So@24: This was a dumb idea guys. I'm sorry, let's just go.
Leo: What about those two girls standing there?

Sure enough, at the end of the bar, are two attractive girls sipping drinks. One of them happened to be drinking a martini.

So@24: Well, they said there would be other bloggers here. But maybe they are here by themselves?

But look!

Wait. Don't look now. One of them just looked at me. Wait. Wait.

Okay look now. One of them is drinking a martini! Dude! It's a code!
Leo: Only one way to find out.

...

...

Leo: Well??

I turned my back to the girls so they can't see me talking about them.

So@24: (in a loud whisper) You want me to go over there? What am I supposed to say?? "Hey, are you bloggers?" This is stupid, let's just go.
Leo: We came all the way out here! You're going!
So@24: Why don't you do it? You're good at this type of thing.
Leo: No way, this is all you kimosabe.
So@24: Goddammit.

I'm furiously chewing my nails and peek around Leo to get another look at the girls.

It's gotta be them. It has to. I mean... right?

So@24: Alright. Give me your beer.

-glug glug glug-
-wipes mouth with back of hand-
-slams down pint glass-

So@24's inner monologue: Why does this feel like a blind date? What am I supposed to say without sounding like a complete douche? Nothing. Your "go to" is about BLOGGING. You got nothing. God. Maybe this is what it's like to approach strange women at bars. No shit, Sherlock. You ARE approaching strange women... at a bar. Alright wrap this monologue up, you've been standing in front of these two girls for what seems like 2 years and you are just staring at them. They're staring, they're staring, they're staring... Here goes...

So@24: Are you here for the blogging convention?

So@24's inner monologue: Nice.

Girls: Huh? A what? Blogging convention?
So@24: Wait. Let's scratch the word "convention". Can we start over? Uh... I... uh... am supposed to meet these bloggers here.

...

I promise you I'm not trying to do some terrible pick-up line.
Girls: What's a blog?
So@24's inner monologue: Oh Jesus.
So@24: Sorry, this must have been a big mistake. Forget it.
Girls: Explain it. Like Perez Hilton?

I turn to Leo and Leroy. "Help me!" I mouth in absolute terror. I can feel the beads of sweat starting to form. Where is an empty paper sack to heavily breathe into when you need one??

So@24: Uh kinda.
Girls: Well what do you write about?
So@24's inner monologue: ABANDON SHIP! ... but don't mention that you write about being single. Seriously. Don't do it.

And so this extremely awkward exchange continued. Leo and Leroy at one point, step in and try to explain to the girls what blogs were and I would interject occasionally with, "Are you guys fucking with me?" I tried to lock eyes with one of the girls in hopes that they'd give away a hint that they knew who I was.

I was just about to swear off women altogether when one of the girls asked to see Leo's driver's license.

Girl: Hmmmm... I thought your name was "Leo"?

-coy smirks from both girls-

Goddammit.

Turns out that Martini and Lady Luck are complete sadists and enjoyed watching me squirm like a sweaty gerbil. So cruel. So, so cruel.

I suppose a valuable lesson can be learned from this situation:

Approaching members of the opposite sex in a social setting won't result in me spontaneously combusting.

Although I came damn-near close to doing so.

Welp. Time to get drunk and make some friends.

a blogging convention.

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May Fueangarom is Thai Actor and Model. Currently has 29 year old.

Share the Love, Piven

A Saturday afternoon spent out at a swanky Malibu beach house is nothing to turn your nose at. And being single, the one thing that is inevitable (and probably a bit Neanderthalic and pathetic) is that the words "beach" and "cute girls" go hand in hand.

I'm not sure what it is about the single mentality, but every time I hear the word "beach" I suddenly think I'm going to, through some divine intervention, find my next girlfriend there. Why is it that I always assume that every single girl on the beach is going to be amazingly gorgeous, strolling around with giant sunglasses and cute, little, sundresses?

In any case, today my predictions actually came true. Leo, Leroy and I headed out to the beaches of Malibu for some much needed r&r at Leo's friend's private beach house. While Leo was preparing the barbecue, he sent me to his car to grab the last bag of groceries.

Walking to the car, I saw two cute, blondies parking their Jetta right behind Leo. Wouldn't you know it? They were wearing giant sunglasses and those cute sundresses (yep, that's the word "cute" twice in a row). They rolled down the window and asked, "Is it okay if we park here?"

"Oh yeah. Absolutely. You're cool."

I spun on my heels to conceal my excitement. I brought my hands to my mouth like a little school girl. What if they were coming down to the beach where we were? What if they wanted to drink with us? What if they were actually cool? What if they want to play chicken with me and Leo like they do in all those 80's college movies? What if... what if... what if...

My power walk turned into a sprint when I sped down the beach to meet with Leo and Leroy, who were waist deep in the ocean. I felt like a 7 year old at Christmas. From my overly enthusiastic reaction, you would have thought I had never seen an attractive girl in my life.

So@24: Guys! Guys! [arms flailing]
Leo: What?
So@24: There are some cute girls who just parked behind you!
Leroy: How cute?
So@24: Really hot!
Leo: Oh dude. They are probably going to Jeremy Piven's place.
So@24: [wind knocked out of me] Jeremy... Piven's??
Leo: Yeah man. His place is right next door? See? He's kicking it on the porch there with all those girls.

Leo and Leroy turn, uninterested, back to the Pacific ocean.

Goddammit! Jeremy Piven!? Like he needs any more fucking girls.

Sure enough, moments later, the two betties who has just asked my permission to park behind Leo's car were holding blue keg cups and peeling off their sundresses into bikinis. On Jeremy Piven's beach house deck.

Dejected, I turned back around and continued to body surf with my roommates like a couple of 13 year old boys.

I looked up once again to see that these girls decided, for some reason, to leave Jeremy's side... walk down to the sand... and then stop right in front of our beach house. One of them even did that thing that girls do where they use their pointer fingers to straighten out their bikini bottoms by running them along the seam. You know what I mean? Am I the only one who thinks that's unbelievably hot?

"Fuck you," I thought. "Fuck. You."

Why do girls do that? There was absolutely no reason for them to come all the way down there, just to flaunt off their magazine-esque bodies directly in front of where we're acting like donkeys in the water. To just torture and tease? What kind of person gets pleasure in this kind of mental torture?

I looked at Leo with my mouth open, shaking my head in disbelief and utter confusion. I stetched out my arm, gesturing to the two beach princesses. "Why!? WHY!?"

Leo shrugged, "Girls man. They know what they're doing. Best not to give them attention." And with that, he turned back around and tried to catch the next wave.

She Flossed Her Way Into My Heart

I am absolutely terrified of the dentist.

So when I finally returned after 3 years (gotta wait for those benefits to kick in, son) I knew that I was going to be in trouble. Yesterday, I found out that my encounter with the drill was inevitable. I peed myself. I made my appointment for this afternoon.

All night long I squealed like a baby sow to Leo.

So@24: Fuck man. Fuck man. They are going to drill me. It's going to hurt like a mother. Fuck meFuck meFuck meFuck meFuck meFuck meFuck meFuck meFuck meFuck me.
Leo: Stop being a pussy. Just get laughing gas, you baby.
So@24: You can ask for that? Even for something as minor as a filling?
Leo: Yes. If you really want it that bad.
So@24: Okay. Sure. Yeah. That sounds good. That can be good.

As I paced back and forth in the waiting room, my only comfort was the thought I'd be kickin' it in some version of a Beatles' music video while the sadist (dentist) was going to town on my precious, sensitive teeth. Who cares if it's something as simple as a filling? It's still discomfort, dammit!

aaah. laughing gas.

As I sat in the chair o' doom, I waited for the dentist to come in and strategically planned how I would ask for that sweet, sweet laughing gas. I wasn't taking "no" for an answer.

Turns out, my dentist was a young, Indian woman... maybe a few years older than myself. And when she pulled down her surgical mask and flashed me her pearly whites, my heart skipped a beat. She was cute as hell!

Cute Dentist: It says here you called in ahead of time to request laughing gas? You know I'm only doing a filling right? I'll numb you before, but I really don't think we need to use the gas.
So@24: Huh? Oh. Right. I knew that. Pssssssh. Must have been a mistake.
Cute Dentist: I thought that was kind of odd. Are you sure?
So@24: Totally, totally. Do your thang, doc.

So this is what it's come down to. I didn't want to look like less of a man in front of my hot, young dentist. I needed to be a man. I pondered, as a single guy, what lengths we do to impress women. Even women that we have absolutely no chance with.

The procedure went fine, no pain whatsoever.

At the end, she shoved a stick full of plaster into my mouth for impressions and sashayed down the hall with my x-ray charts (and my heart) in her hands.

When she came back into the room, she flashed me a smile. I tried to sit up in my seat as best as I could. "Is she smiling?? At me??" I shot her back a smile, making the best I could with that huge stick protruding awkwardly from my mouth.

She walked over to the chair and leaned over.

She took my bib and wiped off the drool rolling down my extremely numb chin.

"Sorry. You got a little drool there you probably can't feel. I saw it from across the room and it looked funny!"

Balls.

New Kratae Pic from her Mobile

is a long time we not know about her news many people very missed Kratae and today I found her new photo on Picpost forums in Thailand and I not remember bring it to post at this blog for you fan of my blog. Happy with Kratae Photo.

Another Day with The Ex

No sex.

I'm not sure why everyone got up in arms and actually thought this was actually a possibility. Because Leo said so? Pffff. Give me a break.

All I said is that I wouldn't be opposed to it. And one thing I know about Lynn (you tend to pick somethings up in a 6 year relationship) is that she doesn't play games. She's the type to call it like it is. If she wanted to have sex; she would have said so. But she's a logical girl (for the most part) and knows better than to go down that path; even though every primal instinct in me is telling me otherwise.

And lastly, our the friendship I have with her now is something I wouldn't put in jeopardy for something as simple as getting my pee pee damp. It's really as simple as that. If I were to go in for a kiss or try to shove a hand up her shirt, it would scare her off thinking that I wanted to get back together. So. None of that.

I wish I had something exciting to tell you about our Sunday afternoon together, but it wasn't anything more exciting than what Clarissa and Sam did on Clarissa Explains It All.

platonic as fuck.

She gave me a tour of her college campus, we grabbed a quick bite to eat, we sat around her room just shooting the shit, and drove around with the windows rolled down both singing songs that were only significant when we dated (New Found Glory's self titled album, if you're really curious). I can't describe how fun it was to look over and see her in the driver's seat, smiling back while singing a song that we both loved when we dated.

However, when we were on the couch talking and we both had our legs propped up on a footstool... my mind began to wander. I continued to nod and throw out the random "Mmmhmm. Right, right," while she talked, but I was really occupied because couldn't help but feel a twang of regret.

Fuck, So@24. Why didn't you ever tell her how pretty she is?

My inability to communicate my feelings (fancy that!) was one of the reasons for the breakup.

But I got a text message from the parents of the girl Lynn and I used to babysit, so I had to leave. She walked me to my car and we hugged.

***

I drove to the Disneyland Hotel to meet up with everyone. The little girl must have remembered me because she ran up and gave me a hug. My favorite part of dinner was when she squealed with delight when she was looking through my wallet and found a baby picture I keep of her tucked inside. She laughed and got a kick out of it.

I know it's cliche'd to say, but I couldn't believe how big she has gotten. It seems like just the other day Lynn and I were tucking her into her crib and I was refilling her humidifier with water.

Tequila, Tequila, Tequid64ncZShkcskldfz

"Yep, we're only drinking tequila for my birthday. That's the rule."

"Well. This should be interesting."

With a "strictly tequila" night, things are going to get a little nutty. Especially when it's celebrating one of my friends from college (sorority sisters w/ Beth actually), Jenny's birthday. Living in Manhattan Beach, we both find it hard to meet up, but when we do I always a great time.

Of course, what is a celebration without bringing my partners in crime Leo, Jack, and my old roommate Kevin with me (Leroy had a girlfriend night)? We crammed into The Honey Wagon IV, my sweet ride if you really want to know, and headed to the beach.

Jose Cuervo and I were best pals that evening. After tangoing with him for the early part of the evening, we moved to a bar to do some real dancing.

I don't dance. Unless I'm tanked. Just as I had a pint of Newcastle to my lips, Jenny grabbed me by the hand and tugged me into the crowd of dancers, sloshing my beer on the bar floor. Leo and I both agree that there's something amazing about a drunk girl, grabbing your hand and leading you to the dance floor (even though she's just a friend).

I can't remember the last time I danced, but I forgot how much it can be. Although I can guarantee Jenny and I tearing up the dance floor was not the least bit graceful. But fuck. Hands on a girl's hips, spinning her, dipping her... that's the good stuff I miss. Reminds me of the very few times Lynn and I danced. I'll admit I got a little nostalgic about frat dances and even high school proms w/ Lynn. I'll blame it on the booze.

get down.

The tequila sloshing around wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, but I could tell that Leo, Jack, and Kevin were getting tired of watching me flailing around like an idiot. It was time to go.

But before we got into the car, we decided it would be a good idea to run around on the beach like drunken idiots. For some reason, I take this time to call Lynn. We have a pleasant 10 minute drunken conversation... we are both drunk and we make each other laugh over something that probably wasn't all that funny.

When we get home, I overhear Leo lay down some serious game; we're talking epic. This guy doesn't fuck around, I swear to you I can't make this stuff up. I eavesdrop on a conversation Leo has with one of his bootycalls.

Leo: I think you should come over and take your clothes off.
[brief pause for response]
Leo: Because I want to see you naked.
[brief pause for response]
Leo: Okay, my address is...

I'm telling you, homeboy is that good.

I wake up at 11:00am with a call from Jenny and a terrible hangover that can only be created through tequila.

"You bastard, Jose. You win again."

Jenny: Thanks for leaving me last night!
So@24: What did I do??
Jenny:: I chalked up another number. With my neighbor.
So@24: It was your birthday! Who cares? Enjoy the moment.
Jenny:: Guh. If I had you there this wouldn't have happened!

Hear that, parents? Your daughters are safe with me!

Oh. What's this? I have a text message from Beth. Balls. And the following text exchange occurs:

Beth: Um. I just got your message.
So@24: Oh? What did I text?
Beth: You didn't text. Voicemail.
So@24: Oh boy. What did I say?
Beth: You really don't remember?
So@24: I didn't even know my own name last night.
Beth: You rapped.

Go me.

Pom and Jan with Candy for Teens Magazine

Two Thai Freshy Girls Pom and Jan two friend from Movie "Puein Kun Cha Paow Wan Phra" just release Photo fashion with Candy for Teens Magazine Magazine for Teen fans. They look so sexy and sweet in this photo and you will love her photo.

Something Familiar Would Be... Nice.

So@24: This weekend is going to absolutely slaughter me with gas.
Leo: Why?
So@24: Tonight, Manhattan Beach. Tomorrow, Anaheim. Sunday, Irvine.
Leo: Anaheim? Baking powder?
So@24: The parents of the girl I used to babysit are taking her to Disneyland and asked if I wanted to meet up with them. I haven't seen her since college, I wonder if she remembers me...
Leo: Wait. Irvine??

...

...


So@24: Yeeeeeeeup.
Leo: Really.
So@24: Well, she drove up last time. It's my turn now.
Leo: What are you guys going to do? If you're not home by 10, you're in big fucking trouble.
So@24: Why??
Leo: Cause I said so.
So@24: Ahhh, I see where you're going with this. That's a nice thought though... ex bonin. But alas, I don't think that's in the cards.
Leo: Dude, if you bone Lynn, I will kill you twice.
So@24: I strongly don't think that'll happen, but I wouldn't be opposed.
Leo: I will kill you slowly, then kill you slowly again. Goddammit, if you bone her, it's the long road back together. You realize this...
Leo: Okay. Okay. I'm going to assume this is a big ha-ha and we'll laugh about how you "got me" on that one and you'll buy me a beer and slap me on the back and say, "nothing but love, bro" and I'll chuckle and we'll turn around and lean against the bar and survey the ladies and sip our brews and exhale with a satisfied, "ahhhh" and forget this ever happened.
So@24: I don't see why you're so set on thinking we're going to have sex. Here's her text to me, "Come around 2 or 3. You can come to my school and I can take us to go eat and you can see my area." You think "area" means "vagina"?
Leo: God fucking dammit.
So@24: HAHAHAHAHAHAA!

Blue - Erika Ployamporn New Sexy Star

Today I will take you to see beauty Thai girl to change her style to Sexy Star. Erika Ployamporn or called her is "Blue". From Sweet girl from Dutchie contest become to Bikini Fashion newest Sexy Star in the future. She look like "TaTa Young" and she so Sexy when she wearing little Bikini.

The Wedding Pt. 2: Is There a Problem, Officer?

Beth and I woke up to a beautiful Portland afternoon. And as much as we wanted to spend the rest of the day lying around in bed, we had a wedding to prepare for.

Our first stop was the liquor store; this was the night we were going to go all out. Because the wedding was "cash bar only" (lame) and we knew that we had to take the Portland MAX to get to the church, we purchased 3 pints of whiskey.

Beth had to get formal flats for the wedding; we stopped in a store and did so. I had a hankering for some ice cream, so as we continued running errands we passed back and forth a scoop of lemon aid sorbet in a sugar cone. I still needed a gift. We swung by Kitchen Kaboodle and I quickly grabbed a certificate. It was lunch time and an outdoor cafe' looked like just the spot.

The previous paragraph is so saccharine, I would not be surprised if readers had to reach over and puke into the nearest trash receptacle. But running errands on a Saturday afternoon in gorgeous weather with a cute girl is something I haven't done for quite sometime. And I can admit that it was fun, among the other things I've missed about being in a relationship.

After lunch, I was in desperate need for a nap (fine, it was probably the giant Bloody Marys we had) and passed out face down on her bed. And for the next hour, Beth sat next to me talking to her mom on the phone, while I snoozed.

It was getting close to game time. I grabbed my dress clothes and stared in horror when I pulled a terribly wrinkled dress shirt from my overstuffed suitcase.

So@24: Oh great. I can't iron worth shit!
Beth: Give it to me.
So@24: Are you sure??
Beth:: I don't mind, I promise! Go get in the shower.

While Beth ironed, I scribbled directions to the church from the MAX station. An hour later, Beth was putting the finishing touches on her makeup and I was pouring a pint of whiskey into a bottle of 7 Up.

The MAX was a fun ride and to pass the time, we took swigs of our 7 & 7.

Our stop was in the middle of absolutely nowhere. We seemed to be in some type of industrial area, so we walked down a barren street trying to find the church. After finally finding the church, we realized we were early.

Beth: Oh look! There's a bar right across the street. Think we have time for a beer?
So@24: Absolutely.

I imagine we looked ridiculously out of place, swilling beers in our dress clothes and immediately to our right was a table of stereotypical townsfolk: clearly underage, wearing hoodies of colleges they never attended, discussing how difficult it was to find a sitter for the night. We slammed our beers and headed into the wedding.

The wedding was "okay", nothing to write home about. I was surprised at how little people from high school actually attended. Beth tugged on my arm at one point and said, "If you introduce me as 'my friend' Beth one more time, you're dead!"

"Alright! Sorry! Sorry!", I laughed back at her.

I found one of my old wrestling buddies and the remainder of the night was spent slamming shots of whiskey with him, his girlfriend, and Beth. Did I mention Beth and I polished off our 7 & 7? Whoops.

Soon, the couple was leaving the wedding and thinking I must have time traveled via whiskey, I checked my watch. 11:30? Damn this was a fast wedding. We didn't even get to dance!

Disclaimer: Shit goes down. Seriously.

This is when the night gets a little hazy and takes an utterly disastrous turn for the worst. In fact I can't even think of how to transition into the next part.

Beth and I are:

1. in the middle of nowhere (industrial area with little to no street lights)
   
2. bellies full of whiskey
3. yelling at each other about every single skeleton in the closet we could possibly bring up about our dark, tangled, relatively unspoken history.
   

At the climax of our screaming match, I am in the middle of the road yelling after Beth who is storming off,

"I can't believe I jeopardized my relationship with Lynn to maintain this friendship! Look where it's gotten me!"

Beth: Don't follow me! You're finding your own way home!
So@24: Fine!

I'm not sure how much time elapsed, but I realize that I have no idea how to get to ANY place where a cab could find me. Besides, all my shit is at Beth's apartment. I don't know where I am. Even worse, I just let a girl stumble off into alone, in a strange, dimly lit, industrial area.

Good fucking work, So@24.

With my dress shirt half unbuttoned, I run my hand through my messy hair, and start off in the general direction where Beth stormed off.

I don't have to go far before I see cop lights flashing. Approaching the cop car, I see Beth is wiping away tears talking to a police officer.

Fuck me.

So@24: What's going on? Is there a problem, Officer?
5-0: Stay right there, sir. I'll need to see your ID. [to Beth] Is this the gentleman you were arguing with?
Beth: Yes.
5-0: [speaking into the radio on his shoulder] I've located the young man. Looks like we have some kind of dispute going on here.
So@24: [through gritted teeth] Jesus Christ, Beth.
5-0: I'm going to call you both separate cabs. Is this man a threat to you?
Beth: No, Officer. He's my friend. We just got into a fight. We'll take separate cabs back.
So@24: No, we won't. We don't need to take separate cabs.
5-0: I think it would be better if you did.

I shot daggers at Beth.

Beth: We can take one cab.
5-0: Are you sure? I don't want you to feel pressured.
Beth: Yes. We'll be fine.

The cop points to an area where a cab will pick us both up.

Of course, we don't go there. We continue our argument, but this time I'm livid that this cop thought I was a threat to her. Beth explains that he just stopped her when he saw she was walking alone.

Fast forward 20 minutes.

We end up in some strip mall parking lot, sitting on a curb, calming talking through all our shit. In the middle of our heart to heart, two bar flies approach us. We both grumble and immediately stop our conversation to appease these two drunks (pot calling kettle black, I know). We play nice.

Their cab pulls into the parking lot and they offer to share their cab with us. Fine. We get in and bum a ride off of them before directing the cabbie to drive us back to downtown Portland. One of the guys nudges me with his dirty elbow and whispers, "Hoo wee. You did some good work, scoring with this one." He winks and points to the front seat where Beth is sitting.

"Thanks."

After what seems like hours, we pull up to Beth's apartment. We tumble into her room; she puts her blond hair into a pony tail and changes into shorts and a t shirt. I strip to my boxers.

We stay up talking for a little longer... but at one point look each other and our let our eyes do the talking, "I'm tired. You're tired. We're both fucking wasted. I'm sorry. Let's just go to bed".

Sleep comes to us easily.

***

That same afternoon sun wakes us up. I groggily reach over Beth and grab a bottle of Orangina and finish half a bottle with no more than 3 giant gulps. We lie in bed staring at the ceiling before Beth starts to speak.

Beth: I don't want to get drunk like that with you again.
So@24: Yeah. I think that's a good idea.
Beth: Friday night was perfect. Last night was terrible.
So@24: No argument here.

Her and I talk more about last night, but instead of shedding light on anything... we are left with more questions than answers. But to not spoil my last few hours in Portland and to salvage what little time we had left, we bury the hatchet.

Things will not be the same.

Think it is safe to say, this may be the last of Beth.

The Wedding Pt. 1: Breaking the Rules

I should have been able to predict the future events as the foreshadowing played right before me as I stepped off the plane into Portland.

"There are a lot of blond-girl-with-asian-guy couples hanging out in this terminal. Weird."

I took a spendy cab to Powell's bookstore and stumbled upon a fucking gem that I'm going to purchase soon (when I can afford to eat more than cans of tuna for dinner). I actually found myself laughing out loud, thumbing through mini-essays of Things I've Learned From the Women Who Dumped Me while waiting for Beth to get out of work.

As I saw her coming up the crosswalk to meet me, I could feel my heart in my throat. She had her trademark sideways smile on her face that I've always loved and her blond locks slightly bouncing with each step. And she remembered to wear flats. Fuck, she remembered to wear flats!

But I had to stick to my rule of "non-coupley, mind-fucking shit" this time around. We hugged, smiled and quickly grabbed lunch.

We briefly caught up and when we finished we playfully argued for a bit who was going to pay for lunch. She had a few things to take care of before she clocked out, so I waited for her in her studio apartment.

I must admit, it took every fiber of my being not to snoop around to get ANY evidence in writing that actually she had/has feelings for me. But I knew that if I went through with my plan to search the apartment like a forensic scientist, I'd feel like an absolute shit... so instead I shaved my beard while I took a shower.

I called my little brother up and he came and met me at a bar just outside of her apartment for a couple beers. We always have our serious talks over beer.

Lil' Bro: So now that we can talk about shit... what's the real deal with you and Beth?
So@24: What do you mean?
Lil' Bro: Shut the fuck up. This has been going on forever. What's going on?
So@24: Nothing, man. Beth and I finally addressed it, we're not doing that shit anymore.
Lil' Bro: Hmmm. Talk to Lynn lately?
So@24: Not for a couple of weeks.
Lil' Bro: I see.

When Beth finally got off work, my Lil' Bro took off while Beth and I headed to another bar. We drowned a couple of shots and shared stories & nachos. We spent most of the time discussing why fake cheese is perfect and caught up on each other's lives.

Afterwards, we stopped at Trader Joe's, picked up two bottles of champagne and a carton of orange juice.

Beth: I'm getting calls and texts from people that want to finally meet you and are wondering if we want to go out tonight. Do you feel like going?
So@24: I'm actually kind of tired. Maybe we should save tonight and go all out tomorrow for the wedding?
Beth: I was thinking the same thing.

While I dug in my suitcase to find the copy of The Orphanage that Leo was able to secure for me, Beth was stripping blankets from her bed to lay on the hardwood floor in front of her television.

Maybe it was a mixture of the mimosas, the shots, the beers that was causing my brain to swim... but I had a decision to make at that moment.

Am I going to stick to my rule of not going into couple mode? Or am I just going to enjoy the moment for what it is?

I picked the latter.

We laid down on our pathetic (albeit endearing) makeshift bed and watched an absolutely terrifying movie. I had an arm around her neck holding onto her shoulder (it went numb numerous times, but I didn't dare move it) and she had a hand on my chest and a leg draped over my thighs.

It felt comfortable. And it felt fucking nice. Being single and alone, my initial thought was: I've missed this shit. I didn't care if it wouldn't ever amount to anything serious. I figured, if I didn't allow myself to think too far ahead and over-analyze every move (as I often am guilty of); I might be able for once to just enjoy the goddamn moment.

The way I figured it: moments like these aren't going to be around forever. I'm going to find a girlfriend or, more likely, she is going to find a boy. As long as I don't read into anything and just appreciate the situation for what it is, it would be fine. I was happy for just a few hours. I miss fucking kissing the top of a girl's head and being that close to "girl smell" (her's is baby powder, if you're really curious).

And that's what I did. That's what we did. I stole a couple quick kisses during the movie and she leaned over for one herself.

When the movie ended and I saw that her eyes were shut tight, I gently poked her awake. She protested (with her eyes still closed), "I don't want to go to sleep yet."

"Come on let's just go to bed."

We remade the bed. I stripped into boxers, she put on a sweatshirt and pajama pants. We passed out, fingers interlocked.

The Audacity of Facebook

Friends You May Know!

Lynn

...

You got some serious balls, Facebook.

I've got my eye on you, you uppity bastard.

Scottish Sitcom

So@24: Do you think you can work your connections and get me a copy of The Orphanage before I leave this weekend?
Leo: I think so. Why? Who are you sending it to/watching it with?
So@24: Beth and I have been talking about watching it.
Leo: Oh! Shit with Beth...
Leo: Ah...
So@24: Don't give me that "ah" shit.
Leo: ...
Leo: ... ah...
Leo: -stretch-
Leo: Ahhhh...
So@24: You're a bastard.
Leo: (in Scottish accent) Snuggle close, young lassy, and embrace me to keep away your frights. Aye.
So@24: ...
So@24: So are you going to give me the DVD or not, bonnie lass?
Leo: I'm checking if we have it, dick.

Ying Chutcha Rujinanon

Ying Chutcha Rujinanon is Thai Actress. Ying was born on 2 sep,1979. Her best know form MV "Mai Rak Kor Baa Law" of "Mos Patipan". and this Picture she look Very Sexy with Bikini and with Beach.

The Battle Plan of Wing(wo)men

I've noticed that during my short time as a single, mid-twenties male that a few trends are consistent across different people and different situations.

I learned a new rule based off two conversations I had over the weekend.

Every girl claims she is the best wingman.

Now, I certainly don't have any personal case studies to confirm or refute this statement (yet anyway). But almost every girl has some amazing glory story proving their wingman abilities. And I must say, I was very impressed. I wonder how many guys actually tap into this resource.

I love getting point of views from the opposite sex and I'd like to share with you two strategies I learned over the weekend.

Girl Strategy 1: Buying Her a Drink

The first conversation I had was with my friend C. And although she's just giving me a scenerio, her insight looks like it can translate well to a real life situation. I was explaining to her that simply asking a girl, "Can I buy you a drink?" seems absolutely transparent and cheesedick. I argued that girls don't like it when guys buy them drinks. She offered this:

C: I'm going to give you a convo.
C: Ordinary, unassuming girl sits at a bar with two decent friends. Girls are having a friendly convo, not too intense, leaving room to be approached. Eyes are watching the room around them, no one is crying. It isn't a "newly single celebration" scenario. You want to avoid those.

Enter So@24.

So@24 is at the bar to get drinks. He sees Ordinary, Unassuming girl and friends. OAG looks at him as he approaches bar, tries to get bartenders attention. So@24 sees OAG look. Smiles. Laughs and says to the girl, "You can never get their attention when you really need to"

OAG smiles, "True"

So@24 smiles, goes back to waiting for bartender. Looks over at OAG. OAG is still smiling, now slyly pointing out his presence to friends. So@24 looks at OAGs drink, interested
"What are you drinking?"
OAG: Vodka soda.
So@24: Ahhh... solid drink. Do you have a favorite shot? I need to buy a birthday shot for my coworker and I can never tell what girls like to do shots of.
OAG: I'm a whiskey girl myself, but Washington Apples are good or Fernet.
So@24: Great choice! Want to do one with me? I'm So@24 by the way...

C: See? And you're IN! Easy. Not creepy.

It's easy, approachable. Not invasive, not overwhelming. You can bail if she's not responsive or engage if she is.

So@24: Actually... that doesn't sound too bad, C.
C: I know I'm right.


Girl Strategy 2: Settle an Argument w/ Disney Characters

Another one of my friends was boasting about her amazing wingman technique that has never failed for her.

She told me that her guy friend will point out a girl that he's interested in at the bar. She then makes her way over and starts with:

So my friend and I are having an argument and we're trying to get another opinion. I say that [insert Disney princess' name] is the hottest Disney character, but he's saying that [insert another Disney princess' name] is. What do you think?

She says this has worked to at least establish opening up an easy line of communication between her friend and the girl he's interested in talking to. It seems pretty fucking brilliant to me.



By the way... the hottest one is Belle. Damn, girl's got it going on.

I Hit on My Roommate's Boss

When Leo invited me to go to a party hosted by his boss, I expected the usual shindig.

A few drinks. Awkwardly standing around only talking amongst ourselves. Pound a few more drinks to be more social. Realize that more alcohol isn't doing anything. In bed by 12:30. The usual Saturday night.

It started off just as expected. A lot of Hollywood folk mingling with hors d'oeuvres in one hand and a cocktail in the other. As we made our way to the backyard, Leo turns and says, "Wanna meet my boss?"

"Sure."

And then it happened. Everything went into slow motion. Two blue birds floated out of nowhere and held pieces of her golden strands in their beaks. She was standing on a clam a la' The Birth of Venus. Angels busted some shit on their lyres.

Leo's boss is
fucking
hot.

• curvy, voluptuous
• blond
• sexy, raspy smoker's voice (but doesn't smoke)
• puts away the booze like nobody's business
• can rock a little black dress
  
• owns Rock Band??
  

So@24: I'm in love with your boss.
Leo: Gross.
So@24: Help a brother out!
Leo: She's ten years older than you.
So@24: "Age ain't nutting but a number." Aaliyah. RIP.
Leo: If you sleep with my boss, it'll make my job so much easier. I'll pay you $50.
So@24: With our powers combined, how can we fail?

Of course, it's much easier to be outgoing and overly flirtatious when you're really doing it for the comedic value.

So over the course of the evening, I pumped more fermented fluids into my body and in turn, my actions became bolder. And although she was busy schmoozing and playing hostess, we managed to snag her for a bit to sing a Rock Band song with us.

With every drunken wobble she took and alcohol induced cheer I heard her yell over the crowd, my heart thumped a little louder.

A half cup of pure gin later, I had a hand on her shoulder and we were discussing which is the better karaoke song to sing Lisa Loeb's "Stay" or Natalie Imbruglia's "Torn".

On the ride back home, I turned to Leo, "How'd I do!?"
"You did good man. You did good."

***

So@24: I shamelessly hit on Leo's boss last night.
Paxton: Did you actually do well or were you drunk?
So@24: Why can't I be both?
Paxton: Dammit.

Benz Manunya Triyanon

Benz Manunya Triyanon is young Thai Actress her just come to Actress. Her best former from "Plik din suu daw" Thai lakorn form 7 Channel this lakorn her got character as jealous. Benz was born on 24,04,1984, 24 year her favorite is Sing a song. and this is First of Benz for Sexy Fashion.