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Feb 07, 10 11:48pm

I wrote the below entry back on December 2, 2009.  I did not, obviously, publish it.  Why?  For a multitude of reasons, not the least of which was - as I explain in the penultimate ‘graf - I was at a “very weird stage” with several young men.

And as you might have suspected, I am no longer at that weird stage.  I do, in fact, officially have a boyfriend. (whoa!!) That news is both joyful and bittersweet, because I grew to care for two of the young men very much.  They were - are - both good people, intelligent and thoughtful and kind.  But one (Hipster Lawyer) lived far away, and the other (Prom King), just a few city blocks.  In the end, that made all the difference.

Of course, a one sentence summation belies the true complexity of the last few months.  Decisions about love under extenuating circumstances are heartbreaking.  But the details are not something I am ready to share, and not something I will likely ever share. Suffice it to say that there is great adoration and respect between Hipster Lawyer and me, and we will always have a special place in each other’s hearts.

Life has taught me time and time again that one cannot always know why things happen - only that they happen for a reason.

December 2, 2009

God, I actually have a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach just writing this post.  Weird.

I wrote this about three times in my head, while lying in bed attempting to fall asleep last night, but of course I can’t remember exactly how I put it.  All I know is that it wasn’t like this. ;)

Anyway … so.

Longtime readers know that I haven’t written much* about my dating life in a long time.  That, we’ve found - and by “we” I mean every single even-tangentially-public individual in the history of the planet - is fraught.  This conclusion is old and tired and pretty well agreed upon, although as fresh-faced young things enter into the public space they will invariably decide “I’m the exception to the DON’T EVER EVER EVER MENTION YOUR RELATIONSHIP RULE” and then find, much to their broken-hearted chagrin, that they are not in fact the exception to anything, except perhaps being subject to fatness & gravity after birth and whatnot.

Uh … right.  Of course, by “haven’t written much” I mean no proper names (not since Charles, who loved being showcased), a few mentions of actually going on dates or seeing someone, maybe a tweet about a first or second date, but relatively little detail.  I thought obscuring their identities, like Code Name TK, and posting about things that absolutely no one could construe as “oversharing” (playing Frisbeehiking in Runyon Canyon? Eating s’mores?), I could be open about dating or a relationship without dooming it.

I was, again, naive.

There was a REASON I gave CodeNameTK a code name (and I will give all guys code names until the day I’m married) and it was to protect him.  Very few men can handle the heat of hate websites, and that was certainly the case with TK.  I underestimated their dedication, as well as their ability to figure out who he was from what I thought were very, very basic bits of biographical information (his age, his city, his profession).*

Of course, there are always guys like Prom King, who thinks it’s adorable to post to the site.  But for every Prom King, there are five guys like … well, I’ll have to haul out the old [redacted], who can’t handle even a code name and a few airbrushed details.

Most guys I date are in the middle, like Hipster Lawyer.

* Shakes head, realizes I’ve gotten totally off track. *

Ugh.  This is not the point of the post, damnit!

The point of the post is to say this: I’m at a very weird stage with a few guys right now - Prom King, Hipster Lawyer & Wild Card (definitely not the nickname my girl friends & I call him, but that one isn’t suitable for public consumption).  I’m under five dates with each of them, which is V. Early Stage.  But at least one reads this site and another definitely checks my Twitter … well, you can imagine how odd this whole thing is.

It’s enough to make me not want to discuss my dating life, AT ALL.

And I didn’t … until now.  Famous last words, right?

In any case, I won’t be “discussing” my relationship with Prom King, per se, but you will hear about him from time to time, because, well … he’s a large part of my life now.

And that, my friends, is all I have to say about that.

xo

Sep 10, 09 10:36pm
Me:
Let's order from Dojo's.
Megan:
They're cash only.
Me:
No way. Really?
Megan:
Yeah. But I have like $40.
Me:
[joking] Whoa. FORTY BUCKS?! I'm gonna order *TWO* dinners.
Megan:
I might have $50.
Me:
Seriously?! Don't front!
Megan:
You gonna go look that up? Code Name TK totally outed you for not knowing what it meant.
Me:
Whatever. Like HE even knew what it meant.
Megan:
Um, he totally did.
Me:
That's because he reads Urban Dictionary for fun on Saturday night with all his little hipster friends while they drink PBR and compare the respective ages of their decrepit Converse.
Megan:
Oh, SNAP. You totally served those hipsters!
Me:
I totally did. They better check themselves ...
Megan:
... before they wreck themselves?
Me:
Before they ironically wreck themselves.
Sep 01, 09 1:13am
I’m not sure how it came up exactly (seriously!), but this weekend Code Name TK & I were discussing the enigmatic “girls crying during sex” phenom, which he found “weird.”  I actually wrote an entire article about it for COED magazine back in ‘05, but haven’t brought it up much since (although I’ve definitely cried a few times in that interim!).

What do you think??  Email me - julia@nonsociety.com

COED MAGAZINE
APRIL 2005
BY JULIA ALLISON

Ask any man about women crying during sex and you’ll get a strange reaction.

First, there’s The Blank Stare – they have no idea what you’re talking about.

Then there’s the silence, which lasts … and lasts …  enough time for you to rethink the three glasses of champagne you had before you brought up the damn topic.

Just as you’re planning an escape route, he gives you this look – like you’ve somehow seen into his bedroom, circa high school.  He’s astounded.  “Once,” he says.  Or maybe “Yeah, twice, it was weird.”

The confusion is palpable. He still has no idea what happened.

I swear, I’ve had the exact same conversation with dozens of guys – all ages, all types.  Sometimes I try to piece together the story.

Me: “What did you do after she started crying?”
Him: “Nothing. I just lay there.”
Me: “umm … okay.  Did she say anything?”
Him: “Yep, she rolled over and said, ‘I love you.’”

Ah-ha!

Me: “And what did you do next?”
Him: “Nothing.  Then she REALLY started crying.”

Sigh.  Of course she did, dumbass.  YOU DIDN’T SAY I LOVE YOU BACK.

I suppose it might have been worse if you had slapped her and yelled “why are you so ugly??” but either way, waterworks were in order.

So women cry when you don’t tell them you love them?  Um … not exactly.  Well, sort of. *sob* Okay, yes and no.  Confused yet?  Welcome to the female brain.  Er, the emotional female brain.

How do I know?  Actually, I myself happen to be, uh, well, a Crier, for lack of a better term.  Do I cry all the time during sex?  Hell no! That’s a little … weird.  But it has happened on (very special) occasions.  And I’m betting that it’s happened to you, as well – maybe once, maybe twice, maybe even a few times (I suppose it depends on how many emotional women you’ve bedded).

The truth is, women cry during sex for a host of different reasons, but it’s easy enough to narrow them down if you know what to look for … and believe me, you’ll want to know why she’s crying.  It could be good, it could be bad, and yep, it could be really really bad.

Let’s clear up one thing.  It is not, as my friend Ken believes, because “they see god.”  No.  No, no, no.  They see your nostrils.  Or the ceiling.  Or maybe the headboard, depending on your position.

It’s probably nothing physical at all, although I’ve heard some horror stories about pain – he’s either too big, or he’s slamming you against said headboard (which is solid wood), or you just had a baby and your … well, we don’t need to get into it – but honestly, that’s the rarity.  And usually that doesn’t result in actual crying, more of a scrunched up wincing / scratching.  (If you can’t tell the difference, you have bigger problems than your penis size.)

So why are they crying?  According to Lisa Jones of Men’s Health, “crying is a mysterious release, sort of like an orgasm … [it’s] usually about intimacy – as in, I’m feeling so very close to you that I’m able to completely let go and express this burst of pure joy.  But, in rare instances, it could be about lack of intimacy, too.”

She’s absolutely right.  Women, sex, love and some very strong conflicting emotions can certainly combine for a volatile explosion of tears – and if you’re lucky, an orgasm too! (bonus points if they’re at the same time)

Sex in and of itself is an emotional event, or it can be.  You won’t find many women crying with one-night stands – they usually break down with men they care deeply about.

So you have sex, you have love, and then you have physical closeness, which can exacerbate and intensify anything you already feel in the relationship.  A friend of mine described his first experience with bedroom tears: “It was one of the most endearing and giving emotions that could be expressed during a love making session by a woman.  I believe a woman truly has to trust her partner in order to show such a sign of emotional openness and at the same time, vulnerability.”

He hits on a key point there – crying is often about vulnerability, either when you’re falling deeply in love, or you feel that your partner may be leaving you, or you’re just overwhelmed by the entire experience. When emotional intimacy matches physical intimacy, the result can be the most memorable and incredible love making you’ll ever experience.

Of course, the ladies will want to be careful they’re not described the way an ex of mine did when I asked him how he felt the first time I cried in bed.  “Startled,” he said, “and wet.  Sort of snotty also.  You’re a gross crier and if you have makeup on and you really get upset – it’s like a wet dog covered in black vanilla ice cream mucus howling at something.”

Black vanilla ice cream??  Thanks a lot.  Also, that makes no sense.

“But why did you think I was crying?” I asked him.

“Because you were crazy when we dated.”

Great.

“Seriously though,” he continued, “is this really the topic of an article?  Have you considered getting a job that actually challenges you?”

Sigh.  It’s a hopeless crusade, this one of instilling slow male brains, unaccustomed to water laden emotion, with knowledge about their more evolved counterparts.

I suppose if you remember nothing else from this article, remember this: if she starts to tear up, don’t stop what you’re doing, because you could very well be sleeping with a girl like my friend Lauren, who sobs for joy every time she actually has an orgasm.  Maybe they’re that rare for her.

Or, hey, who knows?  Maybe she did see God …

Aug 30, 09 3:44pm
Code Name TK’s breakfast at Norma’s!

Code Name TK’s breakfast at Norma’s!

Aug 28, 09 3:57pm
Me:
No, I'm trying to update my site. Because there are these people who get mad if I don't post photos ...
Code Name TK:
Who are these people? Are they real people?
Sep 24, 08 5:13pm
maryrambin:
I found Michelle working away for the launch of our new tri-weekly show. When is the launch you ask??? VERY SOON :)
We’ve been working on the launch of this show for SIX MONTHS now, and we’re so thrilled to be working with Next New Networks.  They’re really great people.
Show TK before the end of the month!

maryrambin:

I found Michelle working away for the launch of our new tri-weekly show. When is the launch you ask??? VERY SOON :)

We’ve been working on the launch of this show for SIX MONTHS now, and we’re so thrilled to be working with Next New Networks.  They’re really great people.

Show TK before the end of the month!