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Some people get more tragic with age.

So many older boys I seriously crushed on in high school are seriously not hot now that they’re adults. Adding to inevitable hair-loss or weight gain or what have you, some guys never really grow up, acting like frat boys when they are 35+.

Age doesn’t favor many well in looks so why detract more from what already isn’t working for you? Part of growing up is, well, growing up. Those who actually do are far hotter than those that try to maintain their college personas.

I’m not sitting on a high horse — I’ve certainly lost swagger over the years — that’s part of ageing. Youth is something you cannot regain, whether through acting or dressing or going under the knife (and you shouldn’t!). Nothing truly gives you back the natural aura of youth.

But there is beauty with age that more people should embrace. You (should) gain new perspective and a higher level of emotional maturity. There’s value in that. And there’s also value in taking care of the body that houses your mind like healthy adults do. Strive to be beautiful on the inside; it will radiate outside tenfold.

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make a moveMost of my major relationships (3 out of my 5 boyfriends) involved me going after the guy. Sometimes guys are too shy to make the first move, so if you’re semi-confident he’s into you even just a little (and even if you only want to hook up with him), just go for it.

It’s as simple as saying, “I’m into you.” It’s never failed me. If you want to be less obvious, just be flirty and gauge his reactions. My main point is, though, that guys are sometimes too shy to make the first move.

Don’t be afraid to be ballsy and go after what you want.

Even if you get rejected (not likely if you’re reading non-verbal clues accurately), you’ll at least gain the confidence of having tried which will make you…

Good for the next one!

This sums up my time with “Boy With No Shoes.”

We had a great story of how we very randomly met on the street, and the chemistry that followed. We enjoyed a fun, sweet, wild year-long on-off roller-coaster ride that I thought would turn into something more serious. I’ll never forget our moments. I made the most of them, because I knew they would be fleeting.

I so wanted to love you “Lawyer Boy,” but you weren’t ready, and neither was I. Now we are both in committed relationships, but I’ll always wonder what could have been.

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So my bf had the idea to have a New Year’s Eve party—at my place.

I thought: Cool because I have to work that day, I don’t care for the holiday or to travel, and it’s cold. But if everyone comes to me, fantastic! And this hostess has not ever hosted a party at her current home!

My roommate got on board and the three of us began planning.  And I think, great. Me, party-planner, well this wasn’t my idea so I don’t have to do all of the planning and hostess work and I won’t care as much if it’s awful.

But it was anything but. We thought oh—like 12 people may actually be free. But the day before, the number had climbed to 30+, and then 40+ ended up coming.

It is so fun when you have help prepping for a party, because it’s an exhausting amount of work if you want to include tons of personal touches, a la moi.

So the men focused on the man power: creating a stocked bar, moving furniture, and driving to PA for $200 worth of fireworks while I focused on decorations, party favors, blankets, balloons, air mattresses, pillows, pajamas, toothbrushes, every beauty product you can think of and goodie bag gifts. Oh yes, and the tapas menu.

The day after the affair, I thought what didn’t happen? Nothing I can think of.

Dancing, debauchery at its finest, huge fireworks show on the roof, inappropriate comments/confessions, tons of alcohol and fancy food, midnight toast actually was ready and poured for everyone on time for countdown, green things, white things, cop who lives downstairs made people do shots with him and puked in our sink (and here I thought we’d have a noise complaint or an arrest for lighting fireworks off the roof) glitter, glow, live music after dance party, and everyone (who wanted to) got laid!

I call that Succe$$!

And now all I hear is: When are you having your next party?!

Stay tuned. This old soul is still recovering 😉

intimacy

How to have amazing sex:

♥ Arrive at his house in a satin skirt, stilettos, rhinestone heels, a silk top, and La Perla bra before he gets home from work.

♥ Enter living room when lover/boyfriend/husband arrives. Say hi but otherwise ignore him.

♥ Prepare for fingers, hands, mouth action.

♥ Get stripped and taken more advantage of.

 

Enjoy.

 

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I used to take a T-shirt from every guy I slept with in my college days. I went to NYU, which meant many nights out on the town and tired feet at 4am…and a sleepover here or there. Not a fan of the walk of shame, I would “borrow” a T-shirt from my gentlemen friend of the evening.

I know I’m not the only one.  Admit it: Sometimes you take home a little something to remember a fun night. Scraps of paper/receipts, a book you want to read, a pen, a water bottle, boxers, a pack of gum, a sweater, a lighter, sunglasses. These are not souvenirs, but “screwvenirs.”

My very first hookup involved my bra being taken. It was “lost.” While I never saw it again, I did hear quite a few guys at school had…not so cool.

But anyway, later in life, what do you do with these things you’ve collected that no longer have meaning and are just taking up space in your closet? You can throw them away of course, but I’m all about re-purposing materials. As for those T-shirts, I’ve recently used scissors and safety pins and my bedazzler (yes—it was a gift) to refashion them. I get compliments when I wear them out, and I can’t help but giggle remembering the guy who owns whatever particular shirt I’m wearing and that particular time in my life.

What’s your awesome screwvenir story?


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