Posts Tagged ‘Guys’

Thank You Sydne

Thursday, February 9th, 2012

Thanks for the lingerie advice Sydne! Bitty boobie babes, click here and see how to dress up those tiny ta-tas for Valentine’s Day!!

♥ BB

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It Was All A Dream

Monday, November 7th, 2011



Or so it seemed…

Did I really stumble upon, what I envisioned, a real-life Project Runway? Sewing room. Mac’d out office. Photo studio. The works.

I’ve kicked it at some unique pads lately. Maybe I should start doing home/apartment tours? You can tell a lot about someone by their decor.

♥ BB

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Standard Saturday

Sunday, July 31st, 2011

Between parties, pools and X Games, I didn’t take as many photos as I hoped, but did manage to snap a few at The Standard pool party on Saturday.

This candid gem is my shot of the weekend.

♥ BB

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Cougars in Venice

Thursday, April 21st, 2011

That’s right, there are Cougars in Venice. No, I’m not talking about the cat, and while it certainly applies, I’m not referencing hot older women. I’m talking Washington State University alumni in Venice Beach.

I met Chris at The Brig roughly a week ago. He dropped his WAZZU and Edward R. Murrow College of Communication alumni status, and if you know Cougs, we are diehard alum. We talked politics (because that’s how I roll at the bars) and Chris mentioned filming documentaries for his company Engine 7 Films. Tonight we met up tonight to talk documentaries (which I’ll address in my next post), community awareness and Cougar memories.

Anyways, the point of this blog is to talk about architecture. I’ve noticed a ton of rad architecture in LA. It seems everyone makes the most of their tiny spaces. Ok, this space isn’t tiny, but it made me realize I should probably write apartment/architecture reviews while I’m at it. I mean shoot, I carry my camera with me everywhere, I might as well utilize that, right?

Chris lives with his friends and business parters off Abbot Kinney in Venice. Walking through their front gate felt like walking into a jungle. Palm trees, plants and vines hung everywhere. The gardens alone made me envious. Then we walked to the back patio, home to the beach cruisers, coolers, chairs, table, fire pit and lanterns. Full glass doors, high ceilings and a fan gave the room an airy feel. Maybe the open space gets creative juices going? Either way, all I could think was, “This office space is so rad. I must photograph it.”

You can tell a lot about someone by the way they keep their personal space. With so many funky spaces, get ready for more home tours and architecture posts!

What’s your preference for home decor? Minimal? Antique? Modern? What about guys versus girls apartments?

♥ BB

Side note: I’m thrift shopping furniture with my mom this weekend. What are some good places for vintage treasures? This whole “camping in my room” thing isn’t cutting it anymore.

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Nine Months

Sunday, April 17th, 2011

In nine months some people fall in love. Others get married or have children. Me? I’ve somehow managed to go without sex. Here’s why…

My slip into celibacy didn’t happen overnight. It wasn’t planned nor caused by a single guy or event. Much to the dismay of the Catholic Church, I’m not saving myself for marriage either. Time overseas opened my eyes and altered my attitude. When I came home I decided to continue my dry spell and not sleep around.

In China I bought the (pirated) movie “He’s Just Not that Into You.” Between the good humor, great cast and much needed message, I watched it almost daily. So what is the message of this movie? See things for what they are. If a guy wants to get ahold of you, he will. He won’t do it via Twitter, text or email. If a guy really wants to see you, he will pick up the phone and make it happen.

I adopted this mantra and applied it to my minimal love life. I played the dating pool without sleeping around. Guys lied, ditched on plans, “kept options open” and didn’t call me back. Bad behavior didn’t matter. Not having sex lowered my tolerance for bullshit and helped me see past excuses. I simply took my dignity and moved along.

A couple months back my friend Alex at The Leather Weather posted a blog about dating and the courtship process. She hit the nail on the head. Our generation has the courtship process backwards. Sex comes at the end of dating. Why do girls expect respect when they sleep with someone on the first, second or even third date? Just because a guy buys you a drink, dinner or movie ticket, doesn’t mean you owe him. Is he respectful? Is he a man of his word? Is he trustworthy, chivalrous and kind to others? If so, then by all means drop trou. But ladies, if sex comes first, do you really think he’ll spend more time getting to know you? Even Alex says, “If I like a guy, I won’t be sleeping with him for awhile.”

While women worry about men jumping ship after sex, men worry women will never leave the deck. Guys talk about “stage-3 clingers,” then casually talk about “boning” on the third date. I get it, guys are horny, but is this really a surprise? There is nothing wrong with taking it slow. Build the anticipation. Get inside a girl’s head before you get in her pants. It will be worth it in the end. Want to get to know a girl, get her in bed and still keep things cool? According to Alex, “At the very least make it clear you are fucking them. Not making sweet, sweet love to them.” She says, “Yes, girls are crazy, but we can also (usually) take a hint when its given.”

If my mantra isn’t enough to change your mind, this should be: STDs. It seems like everyone has them. I don’t. Think I’m joking? According to the CDC, one in six sexually active Americans has genital herpes. I confirmed this statistic with my doctor. She says depending on your location that number could be higher. Even worse? Viruses are always changing to become stronger. Because our generation is so sexually active, the herpes virus has mutated so that HSV1 and HSV2 are now interchangeable. I’ll spare you the gnarly details, but reiterate that a cold sore isn’t “just a cold sore” anymore. So the next time you debate oral from that hottie at the bar, ask yourself, “Could I live my life knowing this person gave me herpes?”

Alright, alright I’ll step off my soapbox. I’m not advocating virginity or celibacy, but monogamy and selectivity. It seems to be a dwindling concept in a society perplexed by sex, scandal and affairs. I encourage all sexually active young adults to pull it out for a minute. Analyze your situation. Is she just not that into you? Is he a stage-3 clinger? Would the so-called relationship even exist without sex!?

About a week ago my friend Kelly tweeted his disdain for the stereotypes between men and women who sleep around. He received a response saying, “A key that opens a lot of locks is a good key. A lock that’s opened by a lot of keys is a bad lock.”

While I find the saying slightly misogynistic (and it only reiterates why I’m not sleeping around) comparing ourselves to locks and keys is a great analogy. No one likes a loose lock. However, not every woman wants a skeleton key. Some locks are better left closed. Some keys don’t fit, no matter how hard you try. And sometimes it’s better to just keep your box padlocked. In the meantime, there’s nothing wrong with picking your lock or jiggling your keys. (wink)

♥ BB

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