Waiting to Inhale
Last night I went on another storybook date. We had dinner at a cozy neighborhood restaurant where we laughed, flirted and even engaged our waitress in the back-and-forth coy-play. When we returned to his place to watch a movie, I noticed the meticulous way he maintains his crib – the boy either has OCD or a live-in housekeeper. When I looked over to his dresser – oh yeah, I forgot to mention the DVD was in the bedroom – the fragrance bottles were organized in what appeared to be size, color and alphabetical order. I swear the only thing missing was the "Dream of a Witches' Sabbath" (5th Movement of "Symphonie Fantastique") by Hector Berlioz from the Sleeping With the Enemy soundtrack. The strange thing is that I loved it! He proudly picked-up on my admiration, of his somewhat obsessive cleaning habits, and we both laughed out loud. We watched the movie as we lay across his bed, pausing the film to periodically make light conversation. When the movie ended we sat in the dark and talked. It felt completely normal and comfortable. I could see his silhouette as the light bounced off him from the street lights outside his bedroom window. It all just felt really warm and fuzzy. As the evening was winding to a close we joked about the gym and suddenly he jumped up, dropped his pants and said, “I’m not as thin as I appear…. “ Uh, for the record, he ain’t! I was pleasantly surprised. Muscular thighs, a “Pert” booty…you know, bouncing and behavin’…. and a dark chocolate complexion that I’ve only seen before on a Mr. Goodbar. So, rather than taking the cue and disrobing as well, I said, “Boy, you sure are built right. …and to think you don’t work out. Go figure.” Don’t get me wrong, normally I would drop this boy and find myself up to my ears in chocolate, but let’s keep it real, I’m on a new kick here. So, after he put those trousers back on and I caught my breath, he walked me to my car. We really did have a great time and we promised we’d have to get together REALLY soon. I don’t think I can withstand another “flash” without having him in what figure skaters would call, a Biellmann spin position.
The Good, the Bad, the Ugly
American Idol season 6 premiere’s tonight on Fox with a 2-hour show highlighting those can’t-look-away audition disasters that precede the actual show. Each year many of us vow never to take a look at this immature joust for the spotlight – inevitably most of us do. I’m not even going to lie…I’m so there! Proof-positive that winning the national phenomenon showcase isn’t everything, Jennifer Hudson took home the Golden Globe Award for Best Support Actress last night.
Make that 25 in 5
This morning I had my allergist appointment, followed by my semi-physical. I braced myself for my weigh-in, since I knew I’d been eating like I have a feeding bag strapped on. Although I’m still fervently hitting the gym 5-6 days per week, I knew my increased caloric consumption would wreak havoc on my plans to be 140 lbs by summer 2007. The poor attendant manning the scale watched in disbelief as I stripped down to my 2xist drawers in front of waiting patients, before I lumbered onto the scale. When the final beep was heard from the scale I was brought back to reality by the attendant asking me to please stop banging the scale and step off and get dressed or security would be called. So what was the verdict, you ask? The red numbers continued flashing long after I was pried away from the apparatus by hospital staff – 165 lbs. So I’m dropping 25 lbs. in 5 months. Brace yourselves!
Dream girl? Beyonce, Beyonce, Beyonce… I realize there’s an undercurrent of ill-will for the triple-threat stunner Beyonce Knowles. For those of you who don’t care to Ring The Alarm at the thought of her highness Ms. Knowles or feel that she is not exactly Irreplaceable, you may have felt validated when Jennifer Hudson walked away with her Golden Globe, while Knowles failed to snatch hers for Best Actress. After watching Dreamgirls and knowing the storyline, would you say that the lyrics of And I Am Telling You or Listen best summarize the movie’s plot? Why?
Keep passin’ the open windows…