why i blog

in some form, i feel like it's my job here on the planet to contribute to the enrichment of other chicks' lives. in my little way, i think my writing does that. well, i'd like to *hope* it does.

see, i think it makes people feel good to know they aren't the only ones who have crazy nuts shit happen to them. it makes them feel like they aren't alone in their psycho/neurotic feelings. we all get them. i just happen to admit it to the world.

i have always been completely honest & open about my thoughts & experiences. my pain is a little easier to take if i know that it will eventually manifest into something positive in others' lives.

knowledge is useless if it's not shared.

hopefully, girls can relate to the things i've been through & lessons i've learned. if a smart/cool chick can make mistakes, so can everyone. hopefully it will make them have an easier journey through this jungle called life. ahh...wishful thinking. at the very least, i hope it's entertaining. cheers!

p.s. ya...i know, this can be my platform when i run for miss america. i'll be the one in the black dress with smudgy eyeliner, fishnets and my boobs hanging out. rock on, america!!!

sandi's cool test

say a cute girl handed you (a guy) a wrapped condom. let's set the stage here: it's a semi-public place, evening and you've had a beer or two. you do not know each other well, and chemistry is still to be determined.

this is my test from now on to discover if a guy is worthy of being in my circle. choose wrong= do not pass go, do not collect $200. chose right=you may be my new buddy (or whatever).

there are three options the guy can choose.

a) roll his eyes and scoff saying how immature that is and refuses to do anything with it. he may not touch it, or take it & examine it then give it back. any form of disagreement still classifies as this choice.

this is wrong because- THE GUY IS NO FUCKING FUN!!! he takes himself way too seriously and is not wild enough for me. note to self: stop hanging out with guys like this.

b) he grabs it and has it unwrapped and on his dick before i have explained the reason why i was giving it to him. suggestions of putting it on and getting into the back of my jeep still classifies as the choice.

this is wrong because- the gent is very presumptious of my meaning, and is probably moving too fast. the only way this would be ok, is if we had been dating a bit and had already slept together. note to self: go along w/it if he's willing to throw down $300 an hour.

c) he giggles as he contemplates his next move. he unwraps it as he walks towards an atm machine. he claims how awesome this is going to be. he leaves the open condom between the deposit envelopes in the drawer. we run away cracking up at the prospect of a little old lady finding it the next day when she goes to deposit her social security check. and variety of public display of said condom still classifies as this choice.

this, my friends, is the RIGHT ANSWER. if you are uninhibited and weird enough to do something like this, you are probably my kinda people. note to self: i gotta get a better circle of weirdo friends in so cal.

there is always a reason

from now on, i will really consider someone's dating past as another consideration in the mix. usually, i brush off their situation as circumstantial or coincidence. not any longer!!!

for example...if i meet a guy who hasn't gotten laid for the last 2 1/2 years or never had a ltr in his 29 years, i will stop to think "hmmm...there probably is a reason for this situation". more than likely this guy doesn't know how to deal with women, or is not ambitious enough to put in the effort women require, or basically doesn't have a fucking clue.

i have had this experience more than once, so i don't think it can be coincidece. guys not having gfs for long periods...it's just not normal. there has to be some malfunction in their relating that should be a big clue to me to run away.

now, i'm not saying there are not exceptions. there may very well be. but generalizations are there for a reason- because they are generally true.

this is my heads-up to the ladies out there. you meet a guy who has any strange relationship history (or lack of)...run away. that's my tip for the day. enjoy!

-luv issuegirl

imperfekshun

i admit i am a bit of a perfectionist for myself. i generally don't hold others to such a high standard as i hold myself. i am type a- obsessed with achieving, focused on success, striving towards my goals. i am very hard on myself and, for some reason, expect nothing less than 100%.

however, for others, i love seeing imperfections...and not for the reasons you think. i find people with "flaws" very interesting & compelling. things that the rest of the world may find to be inferior, i find endearing. i do not relish in others' flaws to make myself feel superior. it actually helps me accept my flaws/quirks. i think with accepting others' it helps me accept my own liabilities and not put so much pressure on showing my assests.

i went sailing a few weeks ago w/a fantastic cool chick, very tina fey-ish & a little granola seeming. i had hung out with her before & thought she was rad- phd, funny, nice, smart as hell, and not seeming like the typical baby-obsessed women in her 30s...which made me be able to stand her.

i noticed she didn't shave her legs. not in an "oops i forgot" kinda way, but more like a "i don't shave" kinda way. at first i was puzzled- what woman doesn't shave her legs? i can't say i ever came across that. i am a meticulous & frequent leg shaver, rarely going a few days between visits w/the razor. it was actually comforting because i felt like "hey, she's rad & doesn't shave her legs...so i guess if i have stubble once in a while it's ok & i'll still be rad. i don't have to be perfect".

not only did she run around the boat completely comfy in her suit (with self described "tiny boobs"), she also jumped in the ocean & flashed some boats of young guys. i was envious of her total not-giving-a-shit attitude, which i usually carry but lately have been lacking. it was fantastic to see her joy of drunken sailing and stop worrying about my stupid self-imposed expectations.

i think her "imperfections" made me like her even more than if she showed up with a perfectly tanned body and smooth legs. i need to focus on the coolness of my imperfections more. then someone out there can think i'm just perfect just how i am.