Pillow talk: Good-bye GREAT sex!

Sigh, have you ever ended a relationship and thought, "Oh crap! No more hot, sultry, curl your toes, AMAZING sex!"  Yeah you have, don't lie.  We all have at some point in our lives.  I was reading an article about this very same thing earlier today.  Ok, so it was a girlie magazine, I'll admit it.  What? It was storming and dreary -perfect weather for girlie mags and horrible Lifetime movies.  Anyway, so reading this article got me thinking (and we all know what happens when I start thinking).  It made me wonder how many of us have often thought along the same lines.  I mean, let's say the relationship suddenly went bad,  but the sex was good.  Great even.  Stay in the bad relationship for the great sex? My answer is hell no.  I would sacrifice the great sex for my peace of mind and well being.  Staying in relationship for the sake of great sex is as bad as staying in a relationship for the kids or something along the same lines.  But I must admit, I've thought about staying for the great sex.  I did actually.  A long, long, time ago.  I had been with my boyfriend for two years.  The first year and a half was incredible.  But the last six months of our relationship was horrible.  We fought like cats and dogs every day.  We were close to becoming enemies, it was that bad.  But both of us knew that our sex life was the only part of our relationship that seemed to work and was in sync.  We held on to that for as long as we could, for that reason alone.  In hindsight, looking back now, I should have ended things sooner rather than later.  But I didn't.  Meh, I was very young.   You live and learn, right?  I had not thought about that in years and then I read that article and it all comes back.  Which reminds me, I miss "curl your toes" sex.  :)

So what do you think?  Ever stayed solely for the nookie? Or would you?

That's what's on my mind tonight.  And now it's on yours, you're welcome.

a rant: why i'm so pissed

WARNING- This is a rant.  Cuss words may or may not have been used.  I apologize for that but sometimes you just have to.  Read at your own risk

I  wasn't going to write about this, it's so absurd.  But my frustrations and my growing ire, got the best of me, so here I am.  You may or may not have heard of the latest "scandal" of the day, here in the good ol US of A.  You haven't?  Let me fill you in then.   The Allstar baseball game, America's pastime, was played earlier this week.  True, the American League won again, and true, this time I actually cheered for them since my Astros are now a part of this circus league and Jason Castro (the only Houston Astro nominated) was proudly representing our boys. Well, at the game, world renowned recording artist, Marc Anthony sang "God Bless America" -see him here:



 and it seems, some people, some very ignorant and tactless people, took offense to this.  Someone blogged about the comments' uproar and then posted countless tweets and comments that people made.  I couldn't even get through all of the comments, the few I managed to read made me physically ill and very sad. People were posting stuff like: "Why is a Mexican singing God Bless America? He's not even here legally!"   For a complete rundown go here: http://publicshaming.tumblr.com/post/55715208108/baseball-fans-super-angry-hispanic-american-superstar .

Here we are in 2013 and still, still hatred, racism, bigotry and ignorance runs rampid like a wild animal.  Just a few weeks ago, something similiar happened when 11 year old San Antonio native, Sebastien de la Cruz sang the National Anthemn in full mariachi/charro attire at a professional basketball game.  For those of you that don't know, a Mariachi is a person or a group (Mariachis) that express their culture by playing Mexican folk music. They use guitars, violins, bass guitars and horns. Mariachis are very proud of their heritage and are passionate musicians when it comes to performing.  They usually wear a Mariachi outfit.  Since it's difficult for me to try and describe what one looks like, I'll just show you, here:

Ok, so now that you all know what a Mariachi is and looks like, let me get on with my rant.

For days, people were critical and downright nasty to this poor kid who is an American citizen, born and bred, who happens to sing with Mariachis.  What the hell is wrong with that?  Hell, if you missed his rendition of the Nantional Anthem, google it or youtube it, he sang it better than some of the "politically correct" celebrities that have tried and failed miserably to do.  I was appalled then, and am appalled now.  What the fuck is going on with people these days??? The whole thing about Marc Anthony is senseless as well.  For one, he is not Mexican, he's Puerto Rican.  For another, he was born in New York City.  Are you kidding me? Really? Who cares, where he is from or who performs?  As long as the person is entertaining and can belt out a song, it matters not to me where they come from.  Some people need to get a life and get educated on matters before making such asses of themselves.  In case anyone's forgotten, the United States is not, nor has it ever been a one race population.  America is a melting pot of so many different cultures and nationalities. That's what makes America so great.  Not this bullshit, evil diareaeah coming out of people's mouths.  And don't even get me started on grouping all Hispanics and/or Latinos as "Mexicans"  ----Give me a break!  I'm an American citizen, I was born here, my mom is Mexican and my dad is Nicaraguan.  So what?  So if I decided to sing Bye Bye Miss American Pie, I'd be called a wet-back, spic, illegal too?  (Not that I would ever sing that song in public.  Or sing any song for that matter)   Don't ever tell my dad he is Mexican, he'll cut you!  -ok not really, but he won't like it.  :)  My point is, with all that is going on in this world of ours, getting upset because someone who doesn't look like a white/full blooded American should look like, sing our National Anthem or God Bless American is just a waste of time and energy.  Instead, why don't ya'll read up on your history and your ancestors.  If you're going to argue, argue intelligently, not ignorantly.

Yes I know that there are problems with immigration and people coming to our country illegally, I'm not arguing that. I'm arguing the fact that in this day and age, certain people still feel that they or as they say, "their" race, is superior to all others.  To them I say, go fuck yourself! This type of mentality is why we are the way we are today.

Now go out and hug your neighbor dammit!

Yvonne's Dating Adventures - Date No. 1 Recap

Alright bloggies, you asked for it (didn't you?) so here it is.  I finally gathered enough courage to get back into the dating world.  Let me tell you, enter at your own risk!  That being said, I met bachelor number one through mutual friends.  It was and wasn't a "set-up".  Ok it was, but we pretended that it wasn't and it made things easier for us.  Trust me.  He's a nice guy, is in the journalism industry, went to UT (University of Texas), has three siblings like myself.  He was born in Brazil but has lived in Houston since he was five.  He's easy on the eyes, great conversationalist and he's employed. Every woman's dream amiright?  After speaking on the phone for a few days and running into each other at the grocery store (yep.  really happened), *Joe asked me out.  (fake name obviously, duh!)  We met for dinner at a really awesome Italian restaurant.  He let me choose, so I liked him already.  Food was excellent, wine was heavenly and the date?  It was good. I mean, for it being a first date and all, and me being so rusty, it was a good date.  Trust me, it could have been worse. We have a lot in common and he loves the Astros (even now, even still) and oh.my.gosh, he has impeccable manners.  Whenever I would stand up to go to the ladies room, he would stand up too, and also when I returned to the table.  I absolutely love that.  You don't see that anymore, not much anyway.  After dinner we walked over to a jazz bar down the street.  A friend of his was playing that night and he wanted to check it out.  I was all for it, I love live music, especially jazz.  It was a nice night.  Ok not really, it was humid and felt like an oven outside but aside from that, it really was a nice night.  At the jazz place we talked some more, listened to some awesome music and around midnight, like Cinderella, he saw me to my carriage.  I could tell he totally wanted to kiss me.  But I wasn't feeling it.  So I met him halfway and kissed his cheek and he kissed mine.  Then he told me he would like to see me again.  He travels a lot, so he said it would have to be when he returned.  I agreed to see him again and we would "talk soon".  Well, no sooner had I gotten into my car and driven away than I get a phone call from him.  He wanted to tell me again what a nice time he had and hoped I enjoyed myself too.  We actually spoke the whole drive to my house. It was nice.  So yeah, I'm more than likely going out with him again.  We'll see.  Did I mention he is 30 years old?

Stay tuned...

Back to the Basics

The thing about holidays falling in the middle of the week is that it totally confuses the rest of the week for me.  On Wednesday, I went all day thinking it was Friday.  And yesterday I woke up  thinking it was Sunday.  So naturally, today I thought it was Monday.  Were it not for me wearing jeans to work, I would have worked like it was Monday instead of Friday.  Does anyone else do that?  Work harder on Monday because it's the beginning of the week and come Friday, I'm piddling around like I have nothing to do.  Yeah, I do that all the time. Pay me no mind, I'm just babbling.

For my American friends, how was your holiday?  Whatever you did, hope it was amazing and restful and fun.  Mine was.  :)  Except the restful part.  heh.

So tonight I wanted to talk about dating.  Or lack thereof.  I need ideas that are fresh and not cliche for dating again.  I think I'm ready to go out into the shark infested waters and try to catch a fish.  The thing is I loathe dating.  I do.  I wish we could just skip all that awkwardness and fast forward to being in a meaningful relationship.  But alas, you and I know that we can't do one without the other.  I guess I'm a just a little jaded.  The whole dating scene.  Guys lie, want to play games, have ridiculous expectations, etc., etc., etc.
It becomes cumbersome.  But I know that I'm not getting any younger (hush yo mouths!) and I want to get dressed up, feel excited about possibilities, crushing on someone or having them crush on you...  Who knows, maybe I'll catch a keeper this time around...

So back to my dilemma.  What are different ways to go out and meet men nowadays?  I have no problem striking up conversations with total strangers. I do it all the time.  But it's different if I'm even remotely interested in you.  If that's the case, I get tongue tied and my inner dork comes out.  And please don't say online dating.  I've had my fair share of that nonsense and am permanently scarred from that experience.  So, no thank you very much.  Seriously, I need your help. I'm considering the nunnery for crying out loud!

It's the weekend kids (at least I think it is), go out and do something fun!