Thousands of miles away from home, Arianna was swaying to the music, barefoot at her 3rd beach party of the day with her fifth cerveza in hand. She spotted a cutie across the room and eyed him over. They danced, drank, laughed and one thing led to another as these international trysts usually do.
Turns out the cutie was also an American, a New Yorker in fact. Arianna had plans to visit in a few months so they exchanged information. Fast forward three months of hot emails, texts and web cam action and they're finally face to face at a bar in the East Village. After another few drinks, the New Yorker whisks her off to his phat apartment in Gramercy Park.
The next morning, she's in the shower when he pops his head in. She's thinking he might bring up the fact that she "forgot" to tell him about her period or maybe he's coming in for a hot morning quickie. What she didn't expect was for him to poke his head in the door and say, " Hey, when you're done with your shower, don't forget to squeegee the glass, ok."
Nice apartment, hot body, but talk about OCD. As she skipped the squeegee then skipped out of there faster then a New York minute, Arianna did have a parting thought: "Damn. You're worried about your shower - you should look at your sheets!"
Alas, when you have a body like the one below who'd blame a girl for keeping in touch.
We'd just finished a 2 day backpacking trip up in Lassen Volcanic Park and were eager to get a head start on getting home. We were assured by our fellow backpackers that it was an easy loop back to the trailhead where our cars were parked. So with no map or compass, 4 brave or silly girls set off to find their way home through the woods.
As these stories always go, we took a wrong turn in the woods and the easy 40 minute stroll turned into a grueling 3 hour hike to nowhere. Realizing that we could either hike back 6 miles to our car with heavy packs, no food & water or find some kind strangers that would take pity on us and drive us back to our original trailhead, we opted for the latter.
After explaining our plight to the first group of backpackers we saw, trail-code prevailed and three boys in the group agreed to take us. Two of us stayed in the parking lot and two of us rode out for what we thought was going to be a short ride to our car. We couldn't have been more wrong.
Hour 1: We went the complete opposite direction from our original trailhead and ended up driving half way around Lassen (which is not a small park by any measure) before finally stopping at a park ranger station to pick up a real map. Hour 2: Even with the map, we mistakenly turned down dirt paths with rocks big enough to easily pop tires and ditches big enough to swallow the Saab Aero we were rolling in. Hour 3: We finally find our car at the original trailhead, drive back to pick up our friends and jet to the nearest town for burgers and beers.
Honestly, we were completely at the boys' mercy and they really could have left us at the side of the road or done much worse. But our Lassen heroes really came through for us that day, regaling us with stories from their previous misadventures with San Francisco girls and entertaining us with tunes from their friends band. So here's to you our Lassen heroes for being super nice and saving the day. Check out the video of their up and coming band, Drop Motion. The two drummers are two of the three that were in the car.
And now, a few words of advice for other city girls venturing into the woods: 1. Always carry a detailed map and compass or take a GPS. 2. Don't break off from the group unless you know exactly where you're going. 3. The talking to strangers rule is null and void in desperate situations, but use your common sense.
It was the July 4th weekend and I had a hot date with this cutie I'd met at Harlot the weekend prior. Everything was set for some good times. We got tea at Samovar in the Castro, rode his scooter up to Olive, then rode his scooter around the city until we came upon the mighty mecca of San Francisco karaoke bars, The Mint. It was Saturday, there was a long wait and it was clear that the boy did not want to leave until he got to sing his song. Since we'd already discussed our history's from birth to present in the previous 6 hours of the date he began showing me YouTube video's he'd created in his spare time.
Previously, he'd told me he was a pop & lock hip hop dancer so he was eager to show me one of his dance video's. Here is what I saw:
Needless to say, I almost lost my shit.
To his credit though, he's a great kisser. But after the video, it was all too clear that this one was going in the friend bucket.
