Kiss Kiss

Hello Pretty People,

Kiss Me Stupid

How was your Tuesday? Good? Bad? In between? Well if you’re in the mood for a pick-me-up, or you would just enjoy a little romance on this lovely Tuesday evening, I think I have the trick. The MTV Movie Awards 2012 Best Kiss nominee videos. Yes, this is bookmarked on my computer. Do proceed to be overwhelmed by jealousy that you didn’t think of yourself, then get over that, and book mark it yourself. It’s the perfect late night pick me up if you ask me. Enjoy my dears!



Like Bees to Honey

I’m a sucker for written imagery folks.


A Subtle Kind of Love.
a story by Jake Christie

He loved her in a  distant kind of way, the same way the sun heats the Earth.  If she  were to disappear completely, he knew through pure logic that it  would have no great, disastrous effect on him.  He would not cease to  be; he would not stop breathing; his heart would not stop beating;  the world would not stop spinning.  The sun would keep shining,  radiating heat, if the Earth were not there.  On a certain, purely  physical level, her absence would have absolutely zero effect on his  person.

And yet…

He loved her in an  abstract kind of way, the way a bee loves honey.  He wasn’t sure why  he wanted to love her, but he wanted to love her just the same.   Maybe somebody told him once that he should be in love with somebody,  so he felt a need to pick somebody and it just so happened to be her.   Maybe.  Being in love was nice, sure, but he didn’t need to be.

And yet…

He loved her in a  removed kind of way, the way a butterfly’s wings can start a tsunami  halfway around the world.  He knew that it had an effect on her, but  he wasn’t sure how great.  On a certain level he was aware that if he  were to stop, if he were to disappear, it would have a drastic  effect.  For him it would be one less flap of his wings, in a manner  of speaking, if such a thing were possible without him falling from  the sky.

And yet…

He loved her in a  subtle kind of way.  It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies,  with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the  streets to catch a departing train.  It wasn’t the kind of love that  Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole  and iambic pentameter.  It was still and deep, like water that you  might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface.  It was  entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would  still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world  disappeared.  It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.

And she loved him  just the same.

Lessons Learned: Romance Rewind

Hello darlings,

I’ve got a bit of news. Tomorrow night I have a dinner date with a guy I’ve been talking to the past few weeks (starting sometime after my computer jumped off the table to its’ death). He’s tall, dark and handsome, has an awesome sense of humor, his family is normal, he’s a gentlemen, and he goes to a top-notch university. Yes, I’m also concerned this is too good to be true. For now it’s a summer fling,  but who knows. However, this got me thinking. With only a month left of summer I thought what better a time to discuss the whirlwind year I’ve had dating, and offer a bit of advice to the class of 2016.

Dinner Date

Like I said last year was a whirlwind. I went from being in a million year long amazing relationship to devastatingly heartbroken, to sexy and single and everything in between. Here’s a little of what I learned…

If you’re in a long distance relationship: You’re a priority, and so is he/she. Sometimes, (key word some times) y’all will have to turn down going out with the new gang to skype each other. You need to devote time to them just like before, and vice versa, if this isn’t happening, your ldr simply will not work. Believe me, I’ve been there.

About the cutie you just met on the dance floor: Only give him your number if you actually want him to text you (and you want to text back) Sure it’s an ego boost when he messages you that night, but it’s a huge downer for him when you ignore all his messages and giggle with your friends about it. Dance with him, make-out a bit if you feel so inclined, but at the end of the night be honest. Heck, in the middle of the night if you aren’t feeling it be honest! You’ll probably never see him again anyways. YOLO right?

About the hot waiter/volunteer fireman who just left his number on your receipt: Leave your number, but when you plan to meet up, pick a public place in the middle of the day. I chose coffee on campus. You have somewhere to be if it turns out bad. He doesn’t know where you live if he turns out to be a stalker, and you can say lets grab lunch if it goes really well.

Coffee date with the ladies.

Extras: If you really like the catch you took to formal, don’t play hard-to-get high school-esque games, especially if he’s already put himself out there. Enjoy being single in college. Never waste a night at the frats dancing with the wrong guy. Beware of the jacks during kings. Facebook stalking a relationship status is okay, (you may save yourself from being the other woman) but don’t learn his life story. Take chances but always be safe.