Hollywood's Finest

Let's set the scene.

It's a Friday night and you have nothing to do. Ladies you opt for the default activity: "GIIIRRRLS NIIIGHT!" complete with cookies, popcorn and your favorite chick flick. Guys, your decision to watch an action packed thriller doesn't involve getting excited about comfy pjs all night, or face masks, BUT the same idea as "girls night" ensues in your own living room.

The stereotypical movies made for the genders are really hurting us in the long run. They are skewing our perspective on ourselves and the opposite sex. Guys cannot drive a motorcycle at 135mph, shoot every single person after them straight between the eyes, AND jump onto a moving van to save the girl. And ladies, you don't work for a popular New York magazine, and no guy is going to be chasing you down a busy highway just to say "bull-shit" because he's THAT in love with you. PUH-lease.

Hollywood is dishin it out hardcore. Think of all those movie moments when the lightbulb goes on for the guy and he suddenly knows exactly what's wrong and the perfect way to fix it. Then, cue the over-the-top gestures like sending flowers to her apartment every hour on the hour, showing up on her doorstep with a limited-edition copy of her favorite childhood book (which he recalls from a casual mention when they first started dating years ago), and serenading her from a concert hall. This is not real life. And honey...when was the last time you ran into a James Bond type man who saved you from that fire, and doesn't have one scratch on his body? And guys, when was the last time you had a convertible and a jet to take you to every location in the world where your "expertise" is needed to fight the most vicious of criminals? Entertaining, yes. But let's try and remember that the people we fall in love with aren't going to amaze us by dying and sending letters every week to your mail box from heaven, or be Eva Mendes the undercover cop stranded on a drug lord's yacht.

Textually Active

Texting is straight up second nature these days. My dad thinks I have crazy fingers when he sees me texting, but I'm not alone. I know some that text over 10, 000 messages a month. It's alarming, but I'm used to it. It's 1:46pm and I've already received 43 texts messages. Check your inbox, I'm sure the numbers are similar. Texting is how we communicate. Here are some everyday examples and some awkward scenarios that wouldn't exist without 'the text':

--Guy texts girl a simple question: "how was your day?"
Girl takes ten minutes and multiple suggestions from her roommates/friends before she replies.
This definitely goes both ways (I checked). But especially at the beginning stages of liking someone, you begin text flirting which really results in your roommates being the one writing what you're saying. I actually have a girl friend that will forward me what she wants to say to her crush and then ask me if that's okay to send. I'm 110% sure I'm not the only friend pre-approving texts.

--In any relationship, friend, more than friend, boyfriend/girlfriend, sibling, you can have misunderstandings over text because you can't hear the person's tone. I've gotten texts from my mom thinking she's mad when really she just texted "call me".

--You "accidentally" text that person you want to talk to. "Hey, thanks that was nice." "what?!" "oh sorry that was for someone else, opps, but how are you?!" CLASSY.

--Or how about this awkward scenario: you accidentally (for real) text the wrong person. "Brian is such a skeeve." "What? This is Brian"...followed by you feeling like an idiot for about an hour.

--Same room texting.

--Texting but never getting a reply...Do I send it again? (maybe they didnt get it) Do I assume this person rather not talk to me?

--Getting duplicated messages from that creeper in your science class.

--Your phone lights up and you think its a text but it's actually someone calling you, and you already accepted so you have to actually have a conversation. A feeling of awkwardness comes over you.

--Texting so much with someone but then when it person, you feel uncomfortable.

I'm sure most can relate, and it's funny because these situations would never happen if we didn't start texting like crazy since '06. But life is just like this.

Happy Texting!

I'm No Pink Lady

So the other day I came across a blog that made me laugh and feel justified at the same time. The site is www.whymormongirlsstaysingle.com. For those of you who read my blog which literally includes my roommates, best friend josie and my parents, you all know I'm Mormon. If you havent checked out this site, you probably should. Maybe it'd be an eye opener to my dad who probably is starting to worry about my marriage potential because I have been at "Byu-I-Do" for almost four years now. But if you come across this and you arent a member of my church, you can most likely relate to the blog because it talks about certain mistakes that every girl makes that make them less "dateable" or less worthy of eternal marriage. I'm just throwin that out there, because I think it's worth a glance or two. BUT lets get to the real topic of this entry.

So today while in church, I sat by my friend Randy. I asked him how his weekend was and later on in the conversation his roommate, Bryan, piped in that they both had been asked out on dates. Randy replied with "yeah, we got asked out...it was HOT!" This exact sentence throws off everything my mother has always taught me. Because in her generation it was considered inappropriate to ask out guys...girls that did the asking, or let the guys know what she wanted (ex. Rizzo from Grease) were labeled "easy" and most likely ended up pregnant...(as did our rebel Pink Lady). BUT the issue at hand is that roles or rules about dating have in a way stopped. I wouldnt go as far as saying they have reversed because I still get asked out once in a while by a guy who genuinely wants to take me out and do things the traditional way. But in the dating scene these days it is pretty much a free for all and if you want to get anything to happen you have to take risks and chances that our moms never had to take. Which is cool, I guess. I'm not good at opening up to anyone that I have those "butterflies" for, and so this sometimes takes a tole on the relationship from ever budding to something more...but thats just my personal issue. The WORLD issue, minus those places were you are betrothed to someone older, gross and fat, is that if you like someone, tell them. John Mayer says it best. "Say what you need to say." At least you won't be left wondering.

But to the guys that are single and read my blog: Ask girls out. It's so attractive when a guy lets us know that he actually has balls and doesn't mind putting himself out there--all in the name of Love!! It's what we're all looking for anyway, right?