What's Hot and What's Not

Last night, I said something to my mom that I didn't think I'd have to say when she asked me if Denise Richards was a Republican.  I met it with a question.  I said Why do you ask?  She mentioned that Denise Richards said she did more conservative movies.  I said no, she means she doesn't do movies where she's naked or making out with Neve Campbell.

Yeah.  That wasn't a weird moment.  

I did see the movie Wild Things years ago.  I'm not admitting that to my mom.  No way.  Can't make me.  Like Magic Mike, I didn't get the big whoop about it either.  Something to be said about a threesome.  Kind of feels like someone would get left out and in my situation, I know that would be me.  I did fall asleep during Magic Mike. I thought it was supposed to be a comedy.  I was wrong.

Have my eyes ever been glued to the screen during a hot love scene?  Yeah.  It would be Season 1 of the Leftovers with Justin Theroux and Carrie Coon during the first time they were together.  I'm like that was just like sheer loneliness turning on its ear to sheer hotness in that scene.  I'm not going to get too salicious but it was good.

Sometimes what I find hot is not so hot to others.  I love the scene in Say Anything where Diane Court tells Lloyd Dobler that she really can't have a relationship and he tells her that they're just too friends.  Hanging out and sitting together.  It was just so cool.  So hot.  Yeah they wound up in a relationship together but Lloyd Dobler and his bravery to take a chance was just hot to me.  If I'm going to crash and burn, I'm going to go for it.  Totally sexy in my opinion.

I didn't feel like I missed out at my friend or fake friend's bridal party at a strip club.  I did want to work.  Those things were just eh, ok.  Not for me and someone might find me weird for saying that.  If I knew the bartender that went to school with me was working that night?  You better believe I would have been there.

I'm a big weirdo and I own it.  

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Way Past My Bedtime

 I crashed before Reverend Raphael Warnock's speech.  The power of DVR saved me. I watched it this morning right up to the point where I had to sign in.  It was fantastic.   Hillary was great.  My mom was crying.  It meant a lot to her to have Hillary win that election and she was crushed. I was crushed.  She always fan girls over Hillary.  It was hard for me to decide in 2008 do I go with Barack or Hillary?  She gave a phenomenal speech. I had to watch Joe this morning.  No, I didn't cry like I usually did.  I got a little teary eyed when his daughter finished her speech and introduced him.  That nice man made sure his little boys had a dad that came home every night after they lost their mom and baby sister.  He took his oath of office by their bedsides.  He got a second chance with Jill and having a daughter.  He's such a good human.  Yeah, he looks 81.  He lit that stage on fire with a torch....
Read more

The Dark Things

I sometimes wonder about this when I'm in a brooding mood about how I got treated at a low time in my life.  Or lowest. Would people have been relieved if I just died?   Really.  I have thought the answer was yes.  I'm not talking about my family. I am talking about those who made their discomfort known to me.   They could have had some fake ceremony and a moment of silence.  There wouldn't have been a funeral so they could have forgotten about that part.  They would have excelled at pretending to care about my life if I wasn't here. Then, I had to go do something stupid and survive.  How do we deal with that?  My mentor even mentioned to me, well, you know, none of us have dealt with someone being sick.  Oh, should I get a fucking manual for that?  Excuse the F bomb but that was warranted. When I got my schedule for radiation therapy, I had wanted to talk to my manager about it and find out if it was ok.  I had gotte...
Read more

So Here's the Weekend

 I was having a wishful thinking moment last night when I was writing my postcards.  I was wishing for my imaginary friend that has shades of Stephen Colbert mixed in to show up and go for a walk on this humid July night.  We would talk and maybe check out the food trucks that were at the Farmer's Market last night.  Maybe they would be ok.  Maybe they wouldn't.  We would be getting out of the house and just talking about how our week went for both of us. Maybe we would stop at Pick n' Save and get my mom something she asked for.  He would always know how to talk to my mom and he would be someone she's really comfortable around like Charlie.  We would maybe see Charlie mowing the lawn on his usual Friday night task and talk to him. He might have plans with his kids in the morning so we say our good night with a hug or maybe even something else.  No, I'm not going salacious here.  Get your mind out of the gutter.  Maybe we'd see each...
Read more