The Song:
Little Lion Man by: Mumford & Sons
I am new to Mumford & Sons as are most people. Apparently they are getting a huge following and out pouring of requests to come back from the Philly area. I love how they incorporate some old, New Orleans style blue grass sounds with a great folk singer sound. They pull off a great four part harmony, but most importantly the lyrics actually mean something. They're not just words in a song... they are truth for many peoples lives. You also, don't really hear the banjo much now of days... but Winston Marshall can pick a banjo like Eddie Peabody or that kid from Deliverance. They also bring in instruments that most people my age have never heard, or have heard but have no idea that they're listening to a Mandolin or Dobro. But that's what you'll hear when you put on the Sigh No More album just out from Mumford & Sons.
The Date:
My date looks like a Muppet... seriously
So like I've said before, I had a stint with eHarmony. I met a lot of really nice guys... and a lot of really retarded men... and I'm being nice with "retarded". I put it best when referring to the men I've dated as well as the men my girlfriends from High School have dated.... "Our collective dating record reads as a 'Who's Who' of the worlds most retarded men." But I digress...
So I got an email from a guy I had been going back and forth with on eHarmony. He was not my type as far as looks, he was this cute little baby face... curly blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm more in to the tall, dark, and easy men, myself. But I was impressed with his "stats". Harvard for Undergrad, Penn for Grad and doing Teach America in Philly while at Grad School. From Connecticut, was a singer and sang AT Harvard with the Men's Glee Club which is known round the world for the tight close harmonies and "60 voices as One". I was blown away by some of the things he'd accomplished at such a young age, so I thought I'd give it a try... why not, right?
So we met at the White Dog Cafe in Univ. City. I LOVE IT THERE, by the way. If you've never been, go - great beer selection and food to boot! Anyway, I see him standing outside of the place in Kakis, an argile sweater vest, white button down shirt, and PENNY LOAFERS. I mean I knew he was from Connecticut but... really? He was a perfect gentleman, pulled out my chair, ordered for me once he knew what I wanted (which I've always thought was cute, but most woman hate it. I like it). We got to talking about our childhoods, and how we ended up on eHarmony and such. Turns out the city wasn't as kind to him as I was, he was jumped just a few days earlier. Guess he stood out in West Philly like a sore thumb.
At one point I felt myself zoning out... staring at him in almost a daze. I was saying to myself "you're being creepy... but wow he really reminds me of someone I know..." I couldn't put my finger on it... I was answering questions like "Soo where did you go to college" with "Um yeah..." b/c I was so intent on figuring out who he looked like.... and then suddenly when we started talking about favorite childhood shows.. it came to me. He looked... like a Fraggle. I actually choked on my Dog Fish Head IPA 90 when I realized it.
Soooo at that point I knew I wasn't interested in him if I had spent the whole date trying to figure out who he looked like, instead of listening to what the Harvard Grad had to say. So I thought, ok have a little fun and go home. Still on the subject of shows we watched as kids, I said "Oh ya know, I used to LOVE Fraggle Rock.... you ever watch it?" No Joke, he said really loud and very excited... "I LOVED FRAGGLE ROCK...." then..... he sang..... "Dance ya cares away... worries for another day... let the music play... ::clap, clap:: down in Fraggle Rock". Yup that's right, there was clapping on my date.
4 1/2 minutes later we got the check and I left. I haven't heard from him since. WHAT... THE... F?
Friday, July 23, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
First Taste of Chocolate....
The Song:
Act Too (Love of My Life) by: The Roots
I've been a fan of The Roots for a long time... probably not as long as I should have been. Black Thought and Questlove never fail to impress me beyond words. They are true poets. I love that they take basic rock and roll chords in C major, and build on it... a little drums, a little piano, hit the back beat throw in a martha washington wanna be singing back up and then the let it off rapping lyrics. How can you hate that? It gives even the whitest white people rhythm.
The Date:
First Taste of Chocolate....
I've always tried to be an equal opportunity dater. I'm attracted to all kinds of men, all shapes and all sizes. A years or so ago I was on this kick of going down into the city early Saturday mornings, heading to a coffee shop and just catching up on reading and being BY MYSELF! It was particularly crowded one morning so I grabbed the last seat in between an older woman who happened to be a heavy breather (awesome, great... perfect), and the most beautiful light skinned black man I had ever seen. Now I was in a questionable part of the city - and by questionable I'm referring to peoples sexuality... in this section of the city ANYONE could be gay. So I didn't really think twice about sitting down b/c I just figured I'd be spending my morning sitting in between Chewbacca and a beautiful gay man.
After about 15 minutes of reading and three sips of my non fat, no whip, white mocha, I noticed the beautiful man was reading over my shoulder. Great, I was reading "The Devil Wears Prada" so this confirms both our love for the penis. I turned to him and caught him looking and he smiled and said "Sorry I was trying to figure out what you were reading" and I said "haha why?" (oh I'm so shy and girly), and he replied "So I had something to say to you when I got up enough courage to talk to you". HE STRAIT! YESSSSS!
His name was Theo, yes I know black... Theo... no he wasn't on the Cosby Show so get it out of your system now. He had light skin and green eyes, I'm pretty sure they were contacts buuuut lets just humor me. He had on this rugged, worn gray t-shirt, and these worn out jeans with tears and paint on them; best of all he had on JCrew moccasins. I love it! He had a broad chest and muscular arms, lets just say he filled out his t-shirt well.
Turns out he was a free lance writer from Boston, in the city for a few months doing some work for Philly Mag. We talked all morning, and he eventually asked if he could take me to lunch. We walked out of the coffee shop and down the street to this cute little bistro and I couldn't help but watch him walk. He had this stride, this swagger, his energy was so bright. He turned back and said "you lookin at my ass?" a maybe I was a little.
So we had lunch and about half way through we noticed neither of us had touched what we ordered. It wasn't because it wasn't delicious; we were so enthralled with each other we didn't want to take the time to do anything else but talk.
About two hours later he walked me to my car and we exchanged numbers. We had planned to meet the next night for dinner and whatever the night had in store for us. I dont' even think I answered any phone calls or texts messages between meeting him and dinner the next night, other then Theo's. We had a blast, we had dinner, we went to Zanzibar and listened to blues... he listened to what I said about being raised on Jazz which in turn led me to the Blues. We danced, we drank we talked... and then we made out. The Best Kisser Ever. He kissed me with purpose, as far as he was concerned we were the only people in the room.... in the city.... in the world.
He asked if I wanted to come back to his hotel, surprisingly for me... I said no. We saw each other once more before he left to go back to Boston. He still lives there.... I still live here... I have plans to visit a friend in October up in Boston... maybe Theo will get a call.
Act Too (Love of My Life) by: The Roots
I've been a fan of The Roots for a long time... probably not as long as I should have been. Black Thought and Questlove never fail to impress me beyond words. They are true poets. I love that they take basic rock and roll chords in C major, and build on it... a little drums, a little piano, hit the back beat throw in a martha washington wanna be singing back up and then the let it off rapping lyrics. How can you hate that? It gives even the whitest white people rhythm.
The Date:
First Taste of Chocolate....
I've always tried to be an equal opportunity dater. I'm attracted to all kinds of men, all shapes and all sizes. A years or so ago I was on this kick of going down into the city early Saturday mornings, heading to a coffee shop and just catching up on reading and being BY MYSELF! It was particularly crowded one morning so I grabbed the last seat in between an older woman who happened to be a heavy breather (awesome, great... perfect), and the most beautiful light skinned black man I had ever seen. Now I was in a questionable part of the city - and by questionable I'm referring to peoples sexuality... in this section of the city ANYONE could be gay. So I didn't really think twice about sitting down b/c I just figured I'd be spending my morning sitting in between Chewbacca and a beautiful gay man.
After about 15 minutes of reading and three sips of my non fat, no whip, white mocha, I noticed the beautiful man was reading over my shoulder. Great, I was reading "The Devil Wears Prada" so this confirms both our love for the penis. I turned to him and caught him looking and he smiled and said "Sorry I was trying to figure out what you were reading" and I said "haha why?" (oh I'm so shy and girly), and he replied "So I had something to say to you when I got up enough courage to talk to you". HE STRAIT! YESSSSS!
His name was Theo, yes I know black... Theo... no he wasn't on the Cosby Show so get it out of your system now. He had light skin and green eyes, I'm pretty sure they were contacts buuuut lets just humor me. He had on this rugged, worn gray t-shirt, and these worn out jeans with tears and paint on them; best of all he had on JCrew moccasins. I love it! He had a broad chest and muscular arms, lets just say he filled out his t-shirt well.
Turns out he was a free lance writer from Boston, in the city for a few months doing some work for Philly Mag. We talked all morning, and he eventually asked if he could take me to lunch. We walked out of the coffee shop and down the street to this cute little bistro and I couldn't help but watch him walk. He had this stride, this swagger, his energy was so bright. He turned back and said "you lookin at my ass?" a maybe I was a little.
So we had lunch and about half way through we noticed neither of us had touched what we ordered. It wasn't because it wasn't delicious; we were so enthralled with each other we didn't want to take the time to do anything else but talk.
About two hours later he walked me to my car and we exchanged numbers. We had planned to meet the next night for dinner and whatever the night had in store for us. I dont' even think I answered any phone calls or texts messages between meeting him and dinner the next night, other then Theo's. We had a blast, we had dinner, we went to Zanzibar and listened to blues... he listened to what I said about being raised on Jazz which in turn led me to the Blues. We danced, we drank we talked... and then we made out. The Best Kisser Ever. He kissed me with purpose, as far as he was concerned we were the only people in the room.... in the city.... in the world.
He asked if I wanted to come back to his hotel, surprisingly for me... I said no. We saw each other once more before he left to go back to Boston. He still lives there.... I still live here... I have plans to visit a friend in October up in Boston... maybe Theo will get a call.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Sparks...
The Song:
Sparks by: Cold Play
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Coldplay is like catnip for women. Anything that Chris Martin is singing, I'm playing on my iPod. There has never been a Coldplay song I haven't enjoyed. It's not quite the kind of music you can rock out to in your car, or blast at your tailgate/BBQ. But it's always been the music I play while on the train, or during a flight, or even on a Saturday morning when I'm making breakfast. It's great "Chill the Fuck Out" music :)
The Date:
Sparky McRedneck
So I "dated" a guy in a wheel chair once... I put the word "dated" in quotes b/c I later found out he was engaged. But that's another story for another time. People always ask "why was he in a wheel chair?" and look at me with that awkward look and furrowed brows... ok he wasn't mentally retarded (in the literal sense, figuratively: he was a complete retard), he was in a bike accident and was paralyzed, but I digress...
One weekend we decided to head down the shore to his house. He picked me up and when I got in the car there was three full McDonalds bags. I looked at him and said "What did you get the whole freakin left side of the menu?" He said "umm basically". Ok great, so me and Chubby Checkers are drivin down the shore, and we're not even THREE SECONDS passed through the EZ Pass Toll Plaza and he whips out his bowl and says "You want some, darlin?" Now, maybe 5 years ago I would have been a little less paranoid, but no such luck now of days. I said to him "HEY, Cheech... there are state troopers wallpapered all over this highway, you wanna put that shit away for say like when we get to your house?" Well he wasn't listening and I soon figured out he wasn't hungry at the time he bought the McDonalds, he was just coming prepared and thought ahead.
I have to say that I was a little impressed that he thought that far in advance, he bought the munchies first. Good thinkin, now you don't have to stop at Farley's on the way and make me get out and go in so you don't have to wheel yourself around all high taking everything they have at the KFC and BK stands... thanks for saving me the trip.
He finishes he's little smoke and eats EVERYTHING he bought at Micky D's - nothing like a cold Big Mac. I said to him "aren't you nervous you'll get pulled over seeing as how you drive with your hands and smoking while driving is a little extra difficult for you?" His exact reply, no joke... "Nah, i'm not worried my windows are tinted dark for a reason and besides even if they do pull me over the little wheely guy on my license plate always pulls a few extra sympathy points for ya man". I should have known at that point he was a douche bag.
Cut to today - he's now married... she's a lucky lady. HA!
Sparks by: Cold Play
I've said it before and I'll say it again, Coldplay is like catnip for women. Anything that Chris Martin is singing, I'm playing on my iPod. There has never been a Coldplay song I haven't enjoyed. It's not quite the kind of music you can rock out to in your car, or blast at your tailgate/BBQ. But it's always been the music I play while on the train, or during a flight, or even on a Saturday morning when I'm making breakfast. It's great "Chill the Fuck Out" music :)
The Date:
Sparky McRedneck
So I "dated" a guy in a wheel chair once... I put the word "dated" in quotes b/c I later found out he was engaged. But that's another story for another time. People always ask "why was he in a wheel chair?" and look at me with that awkward look and furrowed brows... ok he wasn't mentally retarded (in the literal sense, figuratively: he was a complete retard), he was in a bike accident and was paralyzed, but I digress...
One weekend we decided to head down the shore to his house. He picked me up and when I got in the car there was three full McDonalds bags. I looked at him and said "What did you get the whole freakin left side of the menu?" He said "umm basically". Ok great, so me and Chubby Checkers are drivin down the shore, and we're not even THREE SECONDS passed through the EZ Pass Toll Plaza and he whips out his bowl and says "You want some, darlin?" Now, maybe 5 years ago I would have been a little less paranoid, but no such luck now of days. I said to him "HEY, Cheech... there are state troopers wallpapered all over this highway, you wanna put that shit away for say like when we get to your house?" Well he wasn't listening and I soon figured out he wasn't hungry at the time he bought the McDonalds, he was just coming prepared and thought ahead.
I have to say that I was a little impressed that he thought that far in advance, he bought the munchies first. Good thinkin, now you don't have to stop at Farley's on the way and make me get out and go in so you don't have to wheel yourself around all high taking everything they have at the KFC and BK stands... thanks for saving me the trip.
He finishes he's little smoke and eats EVERYTHING he bought at Micky D's - nothing like a cold Big Mac. I said to him "aren't you nervous you'll get pulled over seeing as how you drive with your hands and smoking while driving is a little extra difficult for you?" His exact reply, no joke... "Nah, i'm not worried my windows are tinted dark for a reason and besides even if they do pull me over the little wheely guy on my license plate always pulls a few extra sympathy points for ya man". I should have known at that point he was a douche bag.
Cut to today - he's now married... she's a lucky lady. HA!
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