Summer Fling

Well, I was bound to write this post…  I met someone that reminded me how to laugh, care free and loud, how to not care and the value in the anticipation of the first kiss.  For these things I owe him a huge thank you.  Feeling good about someone after the storm at the end of a relationship is like a breath of fresh air, after being submerged for two seconds too long underwater.  It is like seeing in color after you had been living in black and white, and remembering how good color is.   The following are three fling guidelines I suggest:

1) Laughter is the best medicine.  I thought I had  wanted a six-foot something, chiseled, super model kind of guy, one whose hotness factor would make me happy. I was wrong.  Not to say that my fling was not attractive, Quite the contrary!  But it was not his tanned smooth skin, stylish wardrobe, perfect hair and pouty lips that won me over.  It was, instead, the hours of ridiculous laughter he brought into my life.  From the dinner table to moments of intimacy, I found both of us laughing hysterically about everything.  The best advice I will ever give you is to surround yourself with people who make you laugh. Laughter will melt your woes away into a distant memory; you will never be unhappy while in the midst of a good laugh.

2) Don't pick the nice guy.  Nice guys are not fling material.  I had thought I wanted to fling it up with a nice guy because then in the end I wouldn't feel used, and that they would treat me with kindness.  This was not the case for me (I suggest you have a fling with someone who makes you blush.)  Just trust me on this advice.  HOWEVER, do not stray too far away from nice or you will end up flinging with a do#chebag, and that is the worst.  Yes, I am aware finding just the right fling is like finding a needle in a haystack.

3) You should only fling with someone who makes you feel special.  Don't even waste your time on someone you have to chase.  The truth is if he makes you feel like you are worth his time then he is fling worthy.  You should never chase anyone, or try and convince him or her of your worth.  The dynamics of a fling are short and sweet.  It should be as fun as possible, and nothing more.

A successful fling will make you feel like you are on top of the world.  It reminds you of all the things you love about the beginning of something, the rush from the fun and excitement that comes with a new wave of attention.  You begin to recall all the feelings that had become a dusty old memory: and you remember what good attention is, what it is you want, what you don't want, and you will find yourself feeling like you again.    You may also find yourself falling into these feelings and become a bit lunachicky, but that is topic for another day.  Thanks for reading! XO

3 Things I learned about men

Mexico was a re-affirming experience, it reminded me that there are three things that men enjoy in the opposite sex. And,before you read these and think I am being a d#ck, and that you are nothing like these, read on.  You would be surprised how similar men and women can be.

1) Size matters (cup size that is).  I was sitting on a swing in Mexico at the beach bar next to a woman who is cosmetically enhanced in the area that counts.  There was a nice couple beside her and me on the other side.  Men continuously came up to the couple side and began chatting to both her and the couple.  I began to notice, after the fourth man, that I was being left out of the introductions.  The enhanced woman would introduce the couple and herself and when she was going to introduce me (after all I had befriended her earlier that day) the buck stopped.  The men appeared to have zero interest in meeting anyone beyond her.  This got me to thinking about all of the times I have seen men do courteous acts for women (particularly women who were busty).  From my 33 years of witnessing "boob power" I have decided that cup size matters.

2) The younger the better.  (Insert sigh, insert eye roll...etc.) If Hollywood has taught us anything, nothing of value that is, it is that men like their women young and pretty.  And, before you get all up in arms and think I don't understand, I get it.  20 somethings are great aren't they?  Yes, the answer is pure and simple.  From the multitude of divorced friends I have witnessed seething over their exes new 20 something honey, to the men on Vanity Fair, it is apparent that men have also figured this out.  20 is fun, 20 is worry free, 20 is cute and pretty and everything that getting old and stressed out is not, so it makes perfect sense why a man on vacation, or post-divorce would seek the comfort of a young woman.  Not to mention the ego stroke it must give a balding, fattening up, sad man to have a trophy girl on his arm.  At 20 all your bouncy, beautiful firm parts are exactly what they should be, and truth be told, I would nine-hundred and ninty-nine percent rather see a firm bodied 20 year old over a guy my age.  You can judge all you want, but let me finish, sure 20 something is fantastic, but they are without.  Without the life experience that makes you maintain your interest.  But, for a sexy vacation they are just right.

3) Last but not least the hotter the better.  Yes, yes in an ideal word beauty from the inside would be all that matters but let's join reality for this point.  To quote Manitoba "It is the outside I am going to have sex with." True.  Physical attraction is a must.   Don't be offended because the hot factor is is part of life, if you are happily married than your husband thinks you are hot so relax. Looks matter, I recently saw a post about an ad campaign in the UK.  It had a very fit woman and it said something like "get in shape for summer" or "get your bikini body" or something that women took extreme offence to.  To which a slue of men argued that women should be fit and hot, it was a disaster debate for so many reasons.  The truth is the majority of men like a woman that looks like a model (not a creepy Calvin Klien model though) that is just the way of the world.

The truth is that these are just three observations about men, they do not define anyone and they certainly should not define you.  All of the posts I see about breaking through the gender stereotypes and liberating body image stereotypes are nice, but then I go outside and people watch and realize that men enjoy, what they have always enjoyed in the opposite sex and there is no shame in that, it is what it is.

It's a Groove Thing

I wrote this last Wednesday while in Mexico to publish today:

As I lay here in the sticky Mexican heat staring out at the palms and ocean I can't help but feel like nothing matters.  No I am not drunk...(yet)...I am totally relaxed.  Mexico has swallowed me up and spit me out fully untangled from my stress.  The way she always does.  I would like to share with you three groove things I rediscovered on this trip:

1) Age doesn't matter.  From the fun 19 year olds at the beach bar to the elderly couple at the food buffet, we are all seeking the same beautiful thing.  A tangible experience that takes us away from anything negative, from reality, from our woes.  We are all floating into smiles, sunshine, cervezas, we are all one here and we are happy.

2) Be a fool.  No one cares!! Get messy, get frisky, get living life, because you only have 7 to 14 days to do it in so you best get going.  The truth is you can be anyone you want to be on vacation.  No one knows you, or expects anything of you.  So, go out there and do what you will make you head back home declaring you just had the best vacation of your life!

3) Being gorgeous doesn't matter.  Seriously.  On the hot beach in the mix of one pieces, barely there bikinis, speedos, beer bellies,etc you realize looks don't matter.  The release of social pressure to be pretty and prefect and put together is amazing!  You sweat off your makeup, you wear a hideous passport purse, you swing into full tacky, fantastic, vacation mode and nothing is more liberating than not giving a f#ck.

Huge Thanks to the following people: The Aussie, Manitoba, The Birthday Brit, The Young Love Birds, Bethlehem, Texas (X2), Broken Leg, The Crazies, The Argentinians, The Irish, Bravo Echo, The Brit Boys and all the people of Mexico!!
But, of course the biggest thanks to my mom for coming with me to Mexico to find my groove, and remember what is important and what really just isn't.  Viva La Mexico!!
Thanks for reading. XO

The Break Up

A lot of people asked what went down between The American and I, so I have decided to write a quick post about my side of the story and move on.

First:
He had to leave the country.  Rather than accept this fate, I had faith we could do the long distance.  Rather than tell me no, he lead me to believe he wanted to try.  But, I should have noticed he had fallen out of love slowly and coldly the way men do since January.  I wanted so desperately for things to just find a way to work out.  Even though I knew things weren't working.

Second:
He had completely stopped trying.  I increased my efforts to try and balance this but rather it just came off as controlling and pushed him further away.  I felt like I was losing him.   I increased the romance to try and win him over, but this too pushed him away.  I was desperate, and nothing sends a man packing faster than desperation.  My desperation was furthered by him blaming me for our decreased level of intimacy.  We were done.

Lastly:
We lost control.  He wasn't happy and when he told me he didn't know how he felt I lost it.  I pried him open with my pushy words and out poured his hostile emotions each word like a strategically targeted missle that ripped me to shreds.  Rather than being the bigger person when he texted he wanted to be friends I did what all women do.  I got angry.  I forced him to take all his furniture (actually leaving me sans sofa to date).  In the heat of anger, words were said that neither of us can go back on.  He was ice cold.  There was no changing his mind so I accepted his words and moved on.

It was a dead relationship trying to survive on my hope alone.  It was a mess and it brought out the worst in him, and to an extent me.  Break ups are messy and complicated and disasterous.  Which is why I am off to Mexico...to get my groove back.

I can see clearly now

As hard as the end of relationships are they are also incredibly enlightening.  Perhaps one of the reasons that breaks ups are so hard to stomach is that you slowly start to see your ex for who they really are.  My friend Sal recently told me the old saying "Love is blind" and he was 100 percent right.  I am not sure if it is fortunate or not that you soon see all the flaws in your ex love.  I mean on the one hand this means you are moving on and able to see clearly.  But, on the other hand it means that you really were with someone who was not worth your affection or time in the end.  Everyone always says learn from your break ups, so I will share three things I learned.

Thing One:
Romance is not dead, it was just in a coma because I was with the wrong person.  I touched a little bit about this on my last blog.  I attracted the American to me, I was attracting a mediocre love affair that was not fueled by intense passion or romance.  I use to think romance was silly, until I had none in my life for almost two years.  The American was thoughtful, but not romantic.  And, you know what?  I want god damn flowers.  There I said it.  I want roses in the middle of the day because someone was thinking of me.  I want impromptu dinner at my favorite restaurant and a picnic at the beach.  Why?  Because romance is NOT silly.  It is possible if you have it as a standard.  I want romance to be a norm in my future relationship and I know it will happen because I won't fool myself into thinking that a life without romance is fine.  It isn't fine.  It leaves you wanting more.  It leaves you saying things are romantic that are not because you are so thirsty for a taste of romance you see it in places it never existed.

Thing Two:
I am worth it.  Time and time again I somehow get into my head in relationships that I am the lesser of the equation of two.  I am not sure how I get like this.  I think I am always trying to make people happy and in doing so I try and sell myself short, I see myself as all the problems of the failed relationship.  Not anymore.  I am worth it even a few pounds heavier, even with short ginger hair, even with all the small criticisms that Mr. X and The American pointed out over our years together.  If I had a time machine I would transport myself right back to the first time each of them put me down and I would say "F*ck off" and walked right out the door and never looked back and be a lot better off.  Any man who doesn't see you as the amazing, beautiful person you are does not deserve you for one second.  |This is a lesson I had to learn, not once, not twice, BUT three times, but I get it now and I will never let it go.

Thing Three:
Love someone worth your love.  Did you know The American was unemployed for 14 months, and to my knowledge still is?  And, that Mr, X grew a full beard and put on weight so much he began looking like the guy from the Hangover movies?  (Zack Gallihoweryouspellit) The truth is I am not sure I have ever loved someone who is my equal in all senses of the word.  However, I am now determined that my future will only involve gainfully employed, fit, fun, kind hearted, driven men (with a full head of thick hair preferably).  Because, as a hard working career woman who attends regular fitness classes, runs marathons, has a healthy social life and is in general an upbeat outgoing leader in life I deserve to find someone similar to me.  We all do, and I use to think that I could be happy with someone who was my opposite, but the truth is I cannot.  I cannot date an introvert, a hermit, a stoner, and the list goes on, and on, and on, because I need to find some common ground to build respect on.

Breakups are so empowering once your rose colored glasses come off and you can see the world and more importantly yourself more clearly.  It is such a wonderful feeling to feel liberated.  Of course at first you do not feel like your ex has helped you by ripping out your heart, but soon after you realize he was really not the person for you, you will be happy he did.  Thanks for reading.  Until next week. XO

Roller Coaster

Welcome to the roller coaster of emotions that accompany falling out of love.  Denial does funny things to the mind.  It enables hope which in turn creates a rush of emotions that make you think that getting back your lost love would be the best course of action.  You waste your precious time attempting to devise how such a feat would be accomplished.  But, then denial leaves you and takes hope along with it and you are left feeling a bit p#ssed off to be honest.  And, rejected, and hurt, confused, sad with even a pinch of depression in the mix just to kick you when you are down.  The following are my three tips on how to get off this roller coaster mostly unscathed.

Tip One: The Calm Before The Storm
 Recognize your calm and act within it.  Make all important life decisions and have life altering conversations only when you feel somewhat emotionally balanced.  DO NOT decide in a moment of utter loneliness you should be intimate with an ex flame, in fact, best not to be intimate with anyone until head is on straight.  Currently your head is spinning like the poor girl possessed in The Exorcism and who knows what kind of man that energy will attract.  And, I will tell you a little secret I just realized.  The American and I walked calmly into love.  He is a very emotionally distant person who I just always assumed was an introvert.  But, what I realize now is he is actually just an aloof person,   He is exactly what I was two years ago when we started dating.  I attracted someone who was nice but uncertain, just like I use to be.  And, lastly, it is crucial during your emotional lows that you  DO NOT call your Mr. Wrong and tell him all his imperfections so that he can work on them (Oh snap...I have done this and should take my own advice),  You are broken and pain makes us do hurtful things we regret.  Try and experience your emotions, but do not lash out.

Tip Two: Own Your Emotions.
When you are in your comfort zone or with friends cry it out.  Or if you are like me, blog it out.  You will soon realize you are a hot mess the more you express what is in your heart.  Here is a perfect example of what I went through. Woke up thinking I will never talk to The American again, had coffee thought I should actually just text The American once a day expressing a positive thought about our previous relationship, had shower and thought "No, No, I will give him space and then call him a few weeks.." you get the idea.  I was all over the map.  The truth of the matter is there is no road map to guide you out of a break up.  The best thing you can do is hash it out with your self and your close friends until there is nothing left to hash.

Tip Three: Stay Away from Wine
It is so easy to coat our emotions in sweet, sweet numbing alcohol.  However, it is just a trick to prolong denial.  Sadly the only way you will ever feel normal again is if you feel like sh*t for a while.  Sorry, there is no quick cure.  You have to let your mind and heart go through whatever they need to go through to take you where you need to be emotionally and mentally.  I know it sucks, and it is incredibly hard, but there is no other solution.  Alcohol will only mask and delay the healing process. Not to mention make you act like a lunachick, stay away from anything which enhances your emotions when you are weaving so many emotional threads.

My primary emotion was denial.  Maybe it is the optimist in me.  I was always thinking, maybe I could change his mind.  It was so difficult to fully understand how someone can fall out of love with you and why.  Emotions are complicated because they cannot be controlled but gradually sadness fades away to make room for all the future happiness.  Thanks for reading! See you next week XO

Break Up Survival Tips

A few years ago when I first started this blog, I had many women ask me how I did it.  How did I pick up all the broken little shattered pieces of my heart and find happiness.  Sadly, I never felt I had the right answer for them.  By the time they were asking I was almost whole again and I could not remember how I got from A to almost Z.  When the heart heals, apparently so does the mind. Which is probably why so many of us are foolish enough to roll the dice in the game love again.  Somehow as the scars of our past lovers fade so do the memories of the pain they brought.  Fortunately, for all those searching for the answer, I like you am broken hearted.  The American has ripped my heart out and left me to travel down the road (sadly traveled too often) to find myself again.  So as is my way I have read several articles and one self-help book on moving on, amazingly enough, none of them were the magic cure to moving on, but I will share with you the three steps to getting over your Mr. Wrong I have learned from both research and experience.

Step One: Zero Contact

It appears as though every romance scholar has attended the same University and studied the same heart ache etiquette as they agree that space is a must.  Welcome to the hardest and yet most healthy 30 days of your life.  Zero contact.  Unless you and your Mr. Wrong fell amicably out of love and you are best friends than you will need to not have any contact with your Mr. Wrong for 30 long days.  DO NOT spend these days stalking him on social media.  Wincing over any photo he posts where a woman may be within 100 meters fixating on whether or not he likes said woman.  DO NOT follow his likes and seriously begin to think he is dating a woman who he liked a photograph of. (you know who you are.) Calm you inner Lunachick and realize that the only true way to get a grasp on your self is to NOT look at him at all.  DO NOT text him your last thoughts on your relationship (guilty of this).  But, rather write these thoughts down and in a month from now if you really feel like sending said thoughts to him do so.  Zero Contact a.k.a the Dead Zone is so difficult for women, which I blame whole heartedly on the fact that women are so highly vocal.  Women do speak on an average of a 1000 words more a day than their male counterparts.  We are taught from a young age that we can talk things through and to vent to and cry and feel, so not expressing our emotions can feel crippling.  Stay strong.

Step Two: Just keep swimming

Stay active.  Join a gym.  Go out dancing.  Work over time.  Whatever you need to do.  Do it, and do it until you are so exhausted the only thing you want to do when you get home is face plant into bed at a reasonable hour and sleep deep and satisfied.  Idle hands will make you do the things that pain you, such as miss your Mr. Wrong and think about him relentlessly.  Do not cave into the tricks of boredom.  Find what you love and do the hell out of it.  Fortunately if you are like me you have been dumped in the peak of summer and staying busy is easy.  You know when I find moments of relief and happiness?  When I am hard at work, when I am lost in a good conversation and of course when I am sleeping.  DO NOT give in to sleep.  When one is down and out sleep seems to be such an amazing option.  And, why should you put on pants and join the living anyways?  Because it is healthy.  The only thing that will heal your fresh wounds is time.  Don’t rub salt on them by sulking away the day doing nothing but pining for you Mr. Wrong.  You and I are better than that.  So, let’s get out there!

Day Three: Take a Vacation

It doesn’t have to be a crazy vacation.  I am going away with my mom to Mexico for seven days (seven days which I originally took off to vacation with The American), seven glorious days to take back all the confidence and self-esteem a break up strip you off.  To ease your mind of all the million questions, such as what is wrong with you?  Do you need to lose some weight?  Get hair extensions? etc.  All the little insecurities what were shinning through the glued cracks of when you put yourself together the first time so many years ago that are now shinning through your persona blinding you from your self worth.  Get away and remember you are amazing.   Okay, if you are thinking I cannot take a vacation, then do a small weekend getaway, or even just a spa day.  Some how treat your self to something that is both indulging and amazing.  Make yourself feel like a million bucks rolled in another million bucks.  Why?  Because you are worth it.  And so am I.  This indulgence will remind you what life is about, you.  And, what life is full of, possibilities.  You are about to do a whole lot of living for you and this vacation or treat will remind you what that feels like.  Often in relationships we get bogged down and we become so involved in our partner we forget how nice it can be to just think of ourselves for a moment.  Enjoy the moments you have now and do something special for you!

We live in a society where bearing your true emotions is something that is often ridiculed and judged, but I say there is no harm in being honest. Truth be told I was going to propose to The American.  I picked out a ring and planned the day.  I was happy and in love with someone who was not either of those things with me.  There is no use in sugar coating reality.  I am not The Americans cup of tea. Not all relationships end the way we think they will.  This break up has taught me a lot which I hope to share with you if you keep reading.  Until next week. XO thanks for reading.