I'm a Big Hit with 8 Year Old Girls / Janice's Big Visit

The Kid's Choice Awards was a lot of fun this year. I did see Hayden, but I wasn't able to work my game. Her loss.

However, the after party wasn't as elbow rubbing-y as I was expecting. They really do make the KCA's for the kids. Lots of slime, lots of tater tots & chicken nuggets, lots of kids running around with chocolate sundaes smeared on their faces. It was essentially a huge carnival.

They did have free beer though. So I stayed for a little while longer, chatting with my coworkers, munching on bland fish and chips, and sipping Amstel Light.

My pocket kept buzzing the entire time due to texts from an extremely drunk Janice. She was sloshed and it was only 8:00. It was time for me to meet up with destiny.

As I was headed out the door, I felt a tiny finger poke my kidney. "What the--?" I spun around and there was a clan of about six or seven little girls, probably around 8 years old, looking up at me. The bravest one yells out, "OurfriendAshleythinksyou'recute!!" They then shrieked and then scattered, leaving me scratching my head.

I guess you gotta take it where you can get it.

***

Onto my reunion with Janice. Oh Janice. Oh Janice.

When I arrived in the bar to meet her, I actually had to brace myself at the nearest barstool to keep from being knocked over. She was already in that sloppy stage where her eyes were half open and she was adding extra "s"es to all her words.

But the key to hanging out with Janice (or any girls with a similar personality) is that you have to be on her level or even beyond. You have to be drunk. Her voice is still the same high pitched, whine that can make your eye twitch involuntarily. To her credit though, she can let loose and that can be fun.

I have to admit that she was actually fun to hang out with. Again, I found myself in a situation where it was just me and 5 other girls at a bar (none of which I was overly impressed with). But the drinks were flowing, the music was good and for the first time in a long, long time... I found myself on the dance floor. How could I deny the sweet, sweet beats of Hi Five's "She's Playing Hard to Get"??

There was a cute, blonde girl I noticed in a booth, being very animated, chugging a Bud Light. She was with 4 other girl friends and was making them crack up, although I couldn't hear what she was saying. But a funny, cute girl, drinking beer... always stands out to me. How refreshing!
I frantically texted Leo and Veronica to come meet me... I needed someone there for moral support! Alas, they were out west and would not join. Even though I was feeling unusually motivated for some reason, I had to let this one slide. What could I do really? It's extremely difficult to try and approach a girl when she's out with just her girlfriends.

No feeling up took place with Janice. At one point in the night, she pulled me (literally) and kissed me. My shirt is now missing the second button from the top. It was an awkward 4 second kiss before I pulled away and made some kind of lame joke. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. And besides, I didn't want to make out on a dance floor, I've been there before and it wasn't pretty. She did take my hand and place it on top of her right boob. That's the most action I've gotten since... Lord knows how long. I've missed boobs.

But again, what am I supposed to do? Grope a feel in the middle of the dance club? Come on, I have SOME class.

Fashion Bikini with Jiab Pijittra

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Fun w/ MySpace Pt 2: Janice Is Back

Part 1 is here.




Janice - Mar 28 2008 11:14 AM

I'm comin back to hollywood tonight :)

keep tomorrow night open!
we need to catch up on some lost drinking time!! ;)

I wanna see you!!

-high pitch girlie shriek-

-pant pant-

-catches breath-

-grumble grumble-

So@24 - Mar 28 2008 2:03 PM

I'll get you a Touch Down*.

Janice - Mar 28 2008 2:09 PM

touch downs and feel ups.


looks like we've got ourselves a pretty good saturday night ahead of us sir!

-shakes head in disbelief-

Give me a break.

* one of my favorite drinks. Shot of mandarin vodka into a cup o' Redbull.

Leo's Three Week Pinch

I can't take it anymore! She's driving me crazy! I can't sleep, I can't leave the house, and I'm here, I'm climbin' the walls. Meanwhile, I'm dating a virgin, I'm in this contest -- something's gotta give!
- Seinfeld, The Contest

My roommate doesn't date. He doesn't put in effort. He lets the girlies come to him. That's just how he rolls.

So whenever I see him in his 20 minutes back and forth texting sessions on his iPhone, it always piques my curiosity. Especially when I found out that it was a text with "that girl's" friend. Whenever I went to hang out with them, he'd always brush it off without the slightest bit of interest in coming with. Fucker.

But recently, Leo's been inviting her out with us. They've been texting back and forth. Highly irregular for someone who initially showed no interest whatsoever. And she's definitely not anywhere close to his type for potential dating material. So I went to the source, what gives?

So@24: I've been noticing you've been texting this Cassie girl a lot. Are you slipping, man? You never showed any interest in her before.
Leo: It's the 3 week pinch dude.
So@24: The what?
Leo: -sigh- The 3 week pinch. Every single guy has it.
So@24: ...
Leo: Think back. Remember how you were crawling up the wall the first few weeks after not getting any? Well now you're fine, right? Smooth sailing.
So@24: -hangs head- Yeah, you're right. It's like a chain smoker explaining to a non smoker how good a cigarette is.
Leo: Exactly.
Leo: So, it's been 3 weeks. I'm dying here man.
So@24: You son of a bitch.
Leo: Uncle Leo needs to get his.
So@24: Ahhhhhhhhhh... the bachelor life.

Another lesson learned.

Strippers are Awkward.

Shortly after my break up (which fueled this blog), my lesbian friend Leslie flew down to Los Angeles to cheer me up.

We spent most of Friday trying to polish off half g's of Smirnoff and singing (shouting) Shiny Toy Guns "You Are The One" at the top of our lungs. But come Saturday evening, I was out of ideas how to entertain my friend.

Leslie: How about a strip club? (eyes widen, mouth opens in huge cartoony smile) We need to get your mind of Lynn and onto some boobies!

Guh. Strip clubs. I hate strip clubs. There's nothing fun about strips clubs:

• You have to pay to get in
• You have to pay for drinks
• You have to pay just to watch
• I always feel bad for the girls (even though I'm sure there are some who actually enjoy it and could give two shits). But I still feel bad.
  
• It's a cocktease. "It's like rubbing wax fruit all over a hungry man"
• Let's face it... strip clubs are fucking awkward.

I shut down the idea, but Leslie kept insisting that I was being a wet blanket. And she's the guest. So. I guess I can take her to a strip club.

I drive us down to the Sunset Strip and each time I look in the passenger seat, Leslie is rubbing her hands together in a mischievous manner.

As we pay our cover, I notice the girl in the cashier's box is actually pretty cute. But what the fuck am I going to do? Ask this girl out after shelling out $15 cover for a strip club?

We get inside and NO ONE is there; it is 7:30 afterall. Music is playing. There's a girl dancing. But no one is there.

Leslie: Alright! Let's sit down!
So@24: I can't believe we're doing this. Let's go to the back and drink more.
Leslie: No way. We're doing this. This will cheer you up, I promise!
So@24: Fine, but we're sitting in the very back.
Leslie: Fuck that! You think this is just about you? I want to see some naked ladies too.
So@24: Sigh.

So. It's Leslie and me at the stage. There's some guy in the back, wearing a greasy trench coat, and nursing what looks to be a rum and coke.

Some girl comes on stage and during her routine, accidentally trips on her underwear. She nervously kicks it aside and I'm actually embarrassed for both of us. Leslie is cracking up.

When I get nervous, I pull out my cellphone and start texting. Leslie, meanwhile, starts putting HER dollar bills in front of me so she can enjoy watching me squirm in confusion when the stripper keeps coming over to me.

After the song is over, I tell Leslie I need to be drunk before I go in there again. We walk across the street to some margarita joint and we continue to pound drinks.

Leslie pulls us BACK into the strip club and by now the place is packed.

Leslie: I'm getting you a lapdance.
So@24: No dude, no. Seriously. And I'm not doing that thing where it's like, "Oh please don't surprise me on my birthday and tell the staff at Applebees!" and then you secretly do it and it's humiliating and everyone there gets a good laugh. I'm serious, Leslie. DON'T DO IT--

Suddenly. A tap on my shoulder.

Before I can even finish my sentence or even turn around to see who the mysterious tapper is, I glare at Leslie. Leslie smiles back.

Leslie: Have fun.

I shoot daggers.

Great. Now I have to act like I'm all excited to do this, because I feel like if I don't... I'm insulting my designated stripper. Wait a second... it's that awkward stripper from earlier! The one who tripped herself

So@24: (with feigned excitement) Hey... you!
Vanessa the Stripper: Ready?
So@24: Oh yeah. Totally, man. Totally.

Vanessa the Stripper grabs my hand. Oh fuck me. She's holding my hand? Am I holding hands with a stripper? This is weird man, this is weird, this is weird.

She leads me to this back room. It feels like I'm going to the SATs or something. I really, really don't want to do this.

I shit you not, the song she picks to dance to is Blink 182's "Always". I'm not sure how many people know this song, but it has to make the top list of songs NEVER to strip to (along side Eric Clapton's "Tears from Heaven" and John Williams "Back to the Future theme"). Not only are you stripping to a Blink 182 song, but the lyrics are depressing as hell. Especially when you're in the middle of a serious break up:

I've been here before a few times
And I'm quite aware we're dying
And your hands they shake with goodbyes
And I'll take you back if you'd have me

So Vanessa starts doing her thing.

Vanessa the Stripper: ...... .... ....?
So@24: What??
Vanessa the Stripper: I said, could you pull your chair closer?
So@24: Oh right. Uh sure. I couldn't hear you because the music... you know... it's loud.
Vanessa the Stripper: I know right?
So@24: Right.

Vanessa the Stripper then tries do some weird, fancy stripper move where she flips her leg over my shoulder. But because she's obviously a novice, she accidentally clips me on the shoulder. Hard.

Vanessa the Stripper: Oh my God! I'm so sorry!
So@24: It's cool. I'm okay.
So@24's inner monologue: I'm going to kill you Leslie.

And then she strips her underoos off. Do I look at this?? I feel like it's like the Lost Ark; you're not supposed to be looking directly at her greedy love hole or else your face melts off (that's right, TWO Raider's references).

Don't look at it!

Shut your eyes, Marion!
Don't look at it, no matter what happens!

Do I plaster a phony smile the entire time? Act like I'm getting my rocks off looking at this?

The song ends. Thank God.

Vanessa the Stripper: So, do I have you for another song?
So@24: Uh thanks, but no... um, my friend bought this for me. And... don't... have any... more... money. But it was nice. Thanks again.



Fuck.

I hate strip clubs.

Happy birthday, Leslie!

Cream - Premsinee from Dichan Mag

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He Said / She Said Vol. 1

Chard and I had a debate last weekend that we thought would be an interesting experiment to introduce to our blogs.

Two different views, one male, one female, on the same topic:

He Said / She Said Vol 1

***

Seeking advice from a member of the opposite sex in the Land of Singledom can save you a lot of headache.

But it can also make you want to take a melon baller to your eye sockets.

Now, I have gone to Ol' Chardsy from time to time to seek her insight on her strange and mysterious gender. And she will occasionally ask me my opinion on mine. A very symbiotic and refreshing experience.

I go to her because for the most part, she's logical, reasonable, and she has a good head on her shoulders. We end 99.9% of our conversations with me stroking my make believe beard and thinking, "Damn, you're right." Except for the first time that happened last week...

Quick dirty run down of the scenerio:

Chard meets a boy at a party. Chard and boy take lots o' pictures at party. Chard develops mini crush. Boy asks Chard to email him pictures when she uploads and gives her an email address.

Fast forward to the week after.

Chard is absolutely freaking out about this email. She asks me what it should say and stresses about how stupid she is sounding in the email. I'm not quite sure where all this unnecessary anxiety is coming from. So I suggest saying the following:

"Hey, here are the pictures you asked me to send you. Crazy night huh? I had a lot of fun. If you wanna do this again, you know how to reach me."

Or something along those lines. She's not satisfied. She thinks she sounds "retarded".

So@24: What's the problem Chard? I really think you're making this a way bigger deal than it needs to be.
Chard: Initiating the process is pressure enough.
So@24: Initiating the process? Didn't HE asked YOU so send him the pictures? Didn't HE give YOU his email address?
Chard: But if the first email makes me sound like a 'tard, why would he want to go any further.

My jaw drops in astonishment and I want to take an aluminum bat to my computer screen.

So@24: With what I just suggested, how are you sounding like a fool??
So@24: You aren't setting yourself up for rejection, you aren't asking him out, you aren't putting yourself on the line, all you are doing is saying, "Here are the pictures you asked for. Man we were drunk. I had fun. Period." You're making a serious mountain out of an insignificant molehill.
Chard: Agree to disagree.

No. I can't let this go. It's fucking black and white.

Is this normal? Is this the mental process that goes through all women's heads? Or am I the crazy one who isn't getting the big picture?




* Editor's Note: Is this a matter of insecurities? I suppose is COULD be, but home girl doesn't have a problem dates. And if she does, maybe she should start taking the reigns and asking guys out.

I mean, look at her.




And you can't really tell in the picture, but she has a pair of sweater cows that are top shelf (come on, Chard, you know they are).

What's the problem?

Guess Who Is Going To The Kid's Choice Awards?

Working in the biz, there are certain events you look forward to in order to:

• socialize
  
• getting tanked on the company dime
• making friends (while drunk)
  
• and of course: schmooze to further your career
  
• and if you're single... the bask in the sweet, sweet eye candy.

Tickets for Nickelodeon's Kid's Choice Awards are like gold around these parts. Who knew, right?

But I, my friends, have secured a ticket. One for the show, one for the party.

My hope is that Hayden Panettiere or Ashley Tisdale will be at the after party. We'll lock eyes. I'll snap my fingers at the barman and order them their favorite drinks. "Oh my God, how did you know??"

Unfortunately, I was only able to get one ticket. How can I go to an event like this without bringing my partner in crime, good ol' loyal Leo??

I'm have to try to get him in. Even if that means temporarily throwing on an apron and hiding him underneath a serving cart.

Beth: This is the perfect opportunity for you to go on a date and you're taking your roommate?? You're always bitching about not going on dates.
So@24: Yeah, you need to KNOW someone to ask before you can ask them on a date. See the crucial variable you're missing here? Besides, I have to take Leo if I can scrounge up another ticket. It just wouldn't be right otherwise. We have to tackle the after party together.
Beth: If you think you two are going to pick up ladies at the Kid's Choice Awards, remember two things: 95% are the age of 2. And secondly, Leo is the most naturally occurring cock block in the world.



This could be an interesting night.

Jane Exclusive with IN Magazine

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Dear So@24, I have a question...

I've been tickled at some of the emails coming in from readers asking me for advice on various subjects: relationships, dating, sex, etc.

The first thing that always comes to my mind is, "why me?"

Don't get me wrong, I'm flattered that strangers are seeking my opinion on such personal matters. But if I was reading this blog, I definitely wouldn't be going to a schmuck like me for advice. He obviously failed in his last relationship, has to constantly refer to Wikipedia to remind him what "coitus" entails, and that "dates" aren't just the fruit that the monkey dies from in Raiders.

Bad dates.

Today, my cousin Mimi asked if she could get my opinion on her relationship. I'm extremely close with my cousin and can talk with her about anything. But she has NEVER gone to me for advice on her relationships. Or sex for that matter.

It's a weird territory, but I did my best to be mature about it.

Mimi: I have some relationship questions. This may be weird.
So@24: For me?
Mimi: Yeah. You were in a long term relationship.
So@24: Are you sure I'm the best person for this?
Mimi: Yes, I think you are.
So@24: Alright, I'll give it my best shot.


We dived right into it; she wanted to know about my opinion about how sex seems to lose it's frequency when you've been in a relationship for awhile.


Mimi: Is it normal? It got me thinking about your discussion about Leroy doing it like bunnies because he's in a new relationship.
So@24: Shit burns down, man. It loses that intensity and "mystery" and the overall excitement of "when is the next time this is going to happen??". You two have been together for awhile now.
Mimi: But you and Lynn were long distance and I got the impression this was never an issue.
So@24: Which proves my point even more. When I'd see her on weekends... "gaaaaaaaaaaame oooooooooon". But when I was home for the summer, we'd get into domesticated couple mode and the frequency would fade to a slow, charcoal burn.

So@24: Let me ask you this... how often are you staying over at his place?
Mimi: Every night practically.
So@24: See how it works? Domesticated. You hear about this with married couples all the time.
Mimi: I guess I just wanted to see if it was normal.
So@24: I really have no frame of reference, but yes I think it is. I can only tell you that we just went by what was natural. What our routine was, I suppose.
Mimi: Just a matter of switching routines.
So@24: Exactly. Not sure if that gives you insight.
Mimi: I'm seriously retarded when it comes to relationships.
So@24: Who knows? Maybe we both are.


Okay, okay. So it's not some groundbreaking discussion that opened up some great theory that hasn't been discussed a million times before. But it's nice to know that I still can provide at least some kind of look into the mind of someone who was in a relationship for as long as I was.

Even if it wasn't a complete success.


-dusts hands-

Kob-Suvanant Kongying Angel of Thai Actress

Suvanant Kongying also known as Kob born July 22, 1978, in Bangkok) is a Thai actress. She was the lead actress in many Thai lakorns in the 1990s-2000s. She has appeared in several lakorns (dramas), including Dao pra sook with Sornram Teppitak, in which she played Dao, the main character. She has been voted people's choice winner for top actress for many years.

Suvanant was born in Sirirat Hospital, and lived with her grandmother at Chachoengsao when she was a baby. She moved to Bangkok with her family when she was three to four years old. Her father, Amnuay Kongying (d. November 2001), was a teacher, and her mother, Ubonrat Kongying, works at the ministry of Agriculture and Cooperative. She also have a younger brother name Apisith Golf Kongying. Suvanant began acting from a very young age.

Her first performance in a Thai traditional folklore drama won her widespread popularity and her first major acting award, to which she has since added many. She went on to star in Dao pra sook (Morning Star), in which she played a teenager abandoned as a baby but who grows up to find that she is after all wanted by many people, including the leading male character portrayed by Sornram Theppitak.

Her relationship is with Danuporn Poonnakan also known as Brook.

Suvanant graduated with a bachelor's degree from the private Rangsit University, She was paid an undisclosed sum of money – believed to be millions of baht – to act as a presenter for Mistine cosmetics. Suvanant is also a professional ice skating champion.

In 2003 a Cambodian tabloid reported that Suvanant Kongying made a speech claiming that Angkor Wat belonged to Thailand, the allegation which was later found to be groundless. This prompted the 2003 Phnom Penh riots, in which the Thai embassy in Cambodia was destroyed.

Suvanant is also know for co-hosting the famous show Jun pun dao with Nattawut Skidjai.

Gay Guys Love Me / Mr. Leroy's Wild Ride

Saturday night, one of my old coworkers was throwing an 80s themed house party. Naturally, I headed over to the local Goodwill to gather my costume.

As I'm walking into the store, a man in a leather jacket with matching leather baseball cap flashes me a smile. "Huh, that guy's being a little friendly for Los Angeles..." Not thinking anything of it, I nod and begin my search for the ultimate outfit.

Moments later I get that feeling that I'm sure most girls get at a bar on any given Saturday night; this sense eyes all over me. I look up and sure enough there is smiling at me.

Leather Cap: Are you from around here?
So@24: Uhhh... no. I live in Korea Town.
Leather Cap: Oh cool, cool. I thought I've seen you around here before.
So@24: Uh huh.
Leather Cap: So are you Filipino or Korean or something...
So@24: I'm half Vietnamese, half Caucasian.
Leather Cap: That's a good look for you.

wait a tick...

So@24: Uh... thanks?

...

-awkwardly look at the discount wife beaters on sale-

...

So@24: Well, have a good weekend!
Leather Cap: Oh wait. Do you have a MySpace?
So@24: Sorry, I don't do those social networking sites.
Leather Cap: Hopefully I'll see you around!

I've been mistaken for batting on the other team before. I seriously don't get why, but some of my favorite theories from my friends are:

• Because you're Asian without an accent
• You have a stout, athletic frame and you're short
• You talk really fast
• You're fun

I don't get it. Oh, if only meeting girls were as easy as meeting gay guys.

***

Meanwhile, I'm running on no sleep. My new roommate Leroy is in that new-relationship-lets-jam-each others-brains-out-every-single-night-multiple-times stage. Not even my beloved Nintendo DS could save me this time.

Last night, my eyes shoot open at exactly 3:12am (I know this because I thought to myself "There's no fucking way this is happening right now...). The walls are so paper thin, I could feel every bump and grind and hear everything as if I was in the corner of Leroy's room eating a hoagie.

I practically had sex with the guy; I feel like I know his entire fucking repertoire now.

And the girl. What a faker. Come on, dude! No guy is as good as you're making him sound. I was tempted to pound on the wall and yell, "Alright! You get the Oscar nomination! Knock it off!"

So while I was muttering a string of curse words to myself, waiting for the Richter Scale to go down a few notches, I had some time to think.

To Leo (during my first year in LA when we literally shared a room) and to all my college roommates: I hope I never put you through this. I don't think I did anyway. But, I'd like to cover my bases if I put you through what I went through last night.

Much love guys, much love.

Gerbil in a Cornfield

Beth: Come on, admit it.
So@24: Admit what?
Beth: You still have feelings for her.
So@24: There's a difference between still having reminiscing, nostalgic feelings for someone you dated 6 years with VS. being this shell of a man who is losing sleep and can't do normal functions of his life because he's engulfed with a girl.
Beth: It's not one or the other. There's a middle ground in there. I'm sorry for teasing.
So@24: I do miss certain things though. I miss how everything with her was black and white. I knew how she felt about me and that she legitimately cared about me and I never once questioned it. I guess when you don't have that, you miss the simplicity and security of it all.

And then when you lose 'em, you're like a gerbil in a cornfield... terrified of all these eagles circling overhead.
Beth: At least you can be proud of your own character now, if not the past. I mean, imagine if you two ever got back together... it would be a much, much, much better relationship
So@24: I'm still racked with guilt at what a shitty boyfriend I was. But you're right, it was definitely a bucket of ice water dumped on me.
Beth: At least you got the opportunity to be have that conversation with her. Salvage at last something from the relationship and be happy that you got a chance to apologize and have her hear you.

Fun w/ MySpace or Do I Look Like a Cherub Part II

Editor's Note: Communication via MySpace. Didn't I just turn a quarter century old?


My response:

Did you mean to send this to my taller, whiter, more shaved head counterpart?

Her response:

Nope, but I'll take that as subtle rejection. But let's hang out anyway. :)

Ahhhhh, a message from Janice:

based on your song [dammit, she knows the 90's classic Timmy T's "One More Try"... alright, you get one point, lucky broad] --

we are soul mates. :)

I'm comin back to h-wood march 28th.
keep that weekend open for some serious hangout time.

I'll consider the boob touching ;)

miss you [insert disgusting, cute playoff on my name] <3>

Sidenote: Can I mention how weirded out I get sometimes that my new boss's name is Lynn? What the fuck, man.



I'm getting drunk tonight.

Do I Look Like a Cherub?

When logging into my various social networking sites this morning, I came across a message that made me go off on a very brief 30 second rant before I decided to direct my energy into something I actually gave two shits about.

That girl wrote:

hey kiddo.
when are we hanging out again?
we're due for another makeout session.

Let's get a few things straight on this matter.

Make out sesh? What make out sesh? I know I have been known to drink in excess and then promptly black the f out. It's not out of the ordinary for me to tend to be a tad forgetful of events that occurred.

But I will remember damn well when I make out with someone.

Can you lie on MySpace? Isn't that illegal? Are you allowed to do that?

Secondly, I totally see right through her tactic.

She just wants to hang out in hopes that my friend Chad will be hanging out and then they can get drunk and then he can take her to Bone Country again.

Why can't girls just be direct with what they want? If you were just honest about what your goal was, I'd have so much more respect for you and will be more than happy to help you in your endeavors for a jam down. Everyone deserves to get their's. I'm like a fucking cherub.


But to try and play it off that you're really interested in hanging out (which I don't really care to do anyway) as if I'm some middle-man and that I'm not privy to it?

Give me a break.

Joy-Sununsa Jiramaneekul

Today I posted 2 girls to compensate for not post a long time. well This is Joy-Sununsa Jiramaneekul with Bikini Fashion on cover of Sudsubda magazine. Her is one of Thai Actress has many ability

Nok-Sinjai Plengpanich

Sinjai Plengpanich or Best know as "Nok" mean in Thai is "Bird" born January 21, 1965 is a Thai actress. She has acted in numerous lakorn (Thai soap operas) as well as films and theatrical productions. In 2007, she starred in the critically acclaimed The Love of Siam, and also acted in a revival of the stage production,Banlangmek: The Musical. She is married to actor Chatchai Plengpanich,

New Roomie Tries to Take the Reigns

Over the weekend, Leo and I got a new roomie. Leroy is like the overly excited guy in the war movie. He's just a little too eager, overzealous... his ass going to be one of the first to go by the time the credits roll.* Completely harmless, but we love him. He's got a big heart.

Leo, Jack, Leroy and I head to a friend's birthday party on Friday after work. Your standard house party and since we arrived late, we have to play catch up. Yep. We were the guys who gathered in a circle and took shots in the kitchen while surveying the eye candy.

As the sauce is hitting my new roommate, he throws an arm around my shoulder and says, "I'm gonna get you laid tonight. A little known fact about me, I'm the best wing man ever!"

I raise my eyebrow and reply, "Thanks, big guy. But I'm cool."
"No, no, no. I won't hear another word of protest. We need to get you some tail. I got this, I got this. Don't worry!"

Sigh.

Whatever.

Leroy eagerly scampers off and I turn back to the group and continue my discussion with Leo and Jack analyzing Robert DiNiro's baseball bat monologue in The Untouchables.

At some point during the intense convo., I follow Leo's eyes scanning and locking onto a girl wandering the party. "Ooooh she's a cutie." Leo breaks away from the group and starts chatting up the waif. Meanwhile, Leroy tugs on my shirt.

So@24: Oh, what's going on?
Leroy: I found your target.
So@24: Target? What the hell are you talking about?
Leroy: Your target! The girl you're going to have sex with tonight! I'm your wingman! This is gonna be awesome!
So@24: Is this where you've been this entire time??

Leroy exits. I rub my eyes, doing my best to ignore the interaction that just transpired. Maybe if I forget it happened, it never existed. Like a tree falling in the woods or some shit.

As I'm pouring myself another shot of whiskey, I see Leroy (blatantly) winking and pointing to some girl talking to a guy. I try my best to give him the subtle headshake; indicating the universal "don't do this!" signal. He must have to been too drunk to notice. Because he threw an arm around the guy (whom he's never met) and tried to persuade him to have a drink with him; thus pulling him away from said girl. It was so transparent what he was trying to accomplish, Stevie Wonder could have seen right through it.

I'm mortified.

Again, I just turn around and leave the room to rejoin the guys. Leroy taps me on the shoulder again.

Leroy: Oh man! You lost your target! I had her, I had her!
So@24: Dude, she wasn't even attractive! I appreciate the gesture, buddy, but I really don't need a wingman. I'm cool with just hanging out tonight.
Leroy: You're too picky. You totally could have had sex tonight. You blew it!

Oy vey.

Meanwhile, the girl Leo was gaming gave him her "card". He shrugged it off because "she wasn't that interesting". I guess that's that. Or is it...

Sunday, Leo gets a text:

It was really nice meeting you. I'd love to grab a drink with you sometime if you're interested.

A girl actually took the initiative. She gave him her card AND texted him asking HIM out. I'm floored and very impressed.

Damn he's good.




* totally taken from Dave Attell. I love you Dave.

Faux Parenting

It might get a little sappy for a moment. And I understand that I'm risking chiseling away any piece of masculinity I might have left in your eyes.

A couple things may have triggered this next line of thought. One was an email from a reader I received on Friday evening:

Were you planning on marring Lynn while you guys dated?

Did she know you were thinking about it, did you guys talk about getting that serious?

And/or do you think that she pondered too long if you were going to ask her or not, e.g. did you guys get into any fights/ discussions about this topic?

The other trigger was a photograph I came across when I was Greco Roman wrestling with ginormous dust bunnies under my bed over the weekend.

First was the email about marriage to my ex. Of course, it was discussed and quite maturely, I must admit. We agreed that we would wait, because we weren't ignorant of the fact that 50% of marriages in the US ends in divorce and that each year you wait, you increase your chances of a successful marriage (ahhh, the joys of being a sociology major).

It was never something I was scared to discuss and I never got panicky about the idea. It was something I was looking forward to... eventually.

The picture I came across is one that was taken when Lynn and I took a little girl to the zoo. Lynn used to babysit a little girl occasionally, when the girl's parents would take trips to the mount and be gone for an entire weekend at the time. Her parents knew me well enough so they didn't mind me staying over. It didn't happen often; I probably did this about four times total.

I used to drive back home from college and I'd stay the weekend. The little girl was barely 2, so Lynn and I played with her, put her to sleep, fed, cleaned up vomit. I remember at night, being on pins and needles, waking up to the slightest sound coming from her nursery. I'd nudge Lynn awake, "Do we need to check on her?"
"No, she does this all the time. Stop worrying."

I'd be excited to wake her up in the morning and she'd hold my hand as we walked down the living room. I'd grab her a bowl of dry Cheerios and she'd sit next to me on the couch while we all watched cartoons together.

Truth is, I loved doing the faux-parent thing; even if it was just for a few weekends out of the year. This isn't to say that I'm anywhere close to being able to do it now. But at the time, I loved the idea that it was going to happen at sometime. And more specifically, with Lynn. We made a damn good team.

After I found that picture, I tucked it back into an album and took a shower to clean the dirt off from The Great Room Clean of 2008. I got to some deep thinking (tends to always happen when I take showers for some reason)...

Am I ever going to find someone who will get me that excited about marriage and having a family with?

It's hard to imagine. And of course, I know that I can be melodramatic about these things and being completely realistic, somewhere down the line, I will.

But I can't help but wonder.

The pic.

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Freudian Dreams "The Spy Who Shoved Me"

I actually hate when people tell me their dreams.

"Oh man, it was so weird! You have to listen to it."

And then they go off for like 10 mins. and the entire time you have to fake like it's interesting, when really... it's never as cool unless you're actually the one experiencing it.

But. The one I had last night was extremely bizarre and I think Freud would pop a chub over this bad boy. And I really don't think I had any dreams quite like this when I was dating.

And since it played out like a movie, I present it in screenplay format:

"THE SPY WHO SHOVED ME"

INT. BARRACKS OF A WWII GERMAN BATTLESHIP - NIGHT

Our hero, So@24, is fast asleep on a military cot.

Suddenly, a crack of light from a doorway pours over his face. Someone has entered the room.

The intruder's hand clamps over So@24's mouth and as a result, his eyes shoot open in a panic. He begins to struggle but sees that it's his covert comrade FRAULINE BETH, a blond, voluptuous, spy with an eye patch. She has her finger to her lips, "sssh-ing" him.

So@24, sensing the urgency, scrambles as fast as he can to get into his German military fatigues, but Beth grabs him by the collar pullinh as he's shoving his leg into his pants.

EXT. DECK - NIGHT

Beth has pressed So@24 up against the railing of the deck. Other than the waves of the Atlantic lapping against the ship, it's quiet. Stars are unusually bright.

So@24
Beth! What is this all about?? You're going to get us killed.
If the Germans find out we're working together as spies;
we're dead.
How can you be so careless??

Beth doesn't say a word, but takes a step closer.

A beat.

They embrace.

So@24 isn't quite sure what to make of this strange turn of events. His eyebrows furrow in confusion, but eventually his eyes shut and he enjoys the moment.

The kiss doesn't last long. Suddenly, Beth pulls back and then palms his face like a basketball.

So@24
What the--

A smarmy smile spreads across Beth's face and with her arm extended and with a flick of her wrist, she shoves So@24 over the railing.

So@24
Nooooooooooooooo!

We hear a sickening splash. Beth pulls a thin cigarette from her breast pocket and lights up.

Fade to black.

Leo's Soapbox: The Wedding

So@24: I just got a FedEx package. It's filled with tons of candy.
Leo: ... from?
So@24: Guess.
Leo: Andy? Or Lynn?
So@24: Nope, but both good guesses.
Leo: Beth?
So@24: Yeeeeeup.
-flicks toothpick-
Leo: Did she include the composite of her and your high school yearbook photos to show what your kids might look like?
So@24: How'd you know?
Leo: You got raged on for thinking of taking Beth to the wedding on the ol' bloggy.
So@24: I sure did. But that was to be expected.
Leo: But I don't think you should take her because you two will get wasted and do something dumb. Or maybe just have sex.
So@24: ...
Leo: I'm going to call it now. Now that things are out in the open, Beth is going to try and regain your interest and vis a vis her self esteem by swooning you, alcohol will come into play and you'll end up drunk and fucking.
So@24: Why would we now when we haven't the last two times booze was involved?
Leo: Because things are out in the open now.
So@24: I'm not sure I'm following how your point leads to that conclusion.
Leo: Things are spoken... the attraction is acknowledged... it makes moving forward easier. Essentially, the slope is slippier.
So@24: I dunno, man. Especially now that we are both supposed to be on our best behavior... cutting out the coupley shit. I'm looking at it like a test.
Leo: Boobs and alcohol are your kypotonite. And apparently she puts the blood in your pee pee. All the ingredients present, just mix and bake.
So@24: My feeling is that New Years was it. If it didn't happen then, it's not going to happen now.
Leo: That's just my call.