Confessions of A Naughty Girl

The Good Girlfriends

I just had the best night, having just come home (four glasses of wine and still sober?) from dinner and drinks with Sandy.

Sandy is the type of friend every girl should have. She's fun, and in a crowd, people gravitate to her like moths to a flame. But hanging out solely with her is even better. She really calls it like it is, and doesn't bullshit you for the sake of being polite. She totally believes in you, even when you don't necessarily believe in yourself. And she thinks I'm pretty (always good to have a friend in your corner in the Looks Dept.).

Over a nice dinner and drinks at the "tip of the 'Cock" (the John Hancock building, that is), and among plenty of other issues, we had a discussion about "Scary Sexy". "Scary Sexy" actually came up when we were discussing someone in particular, but it really is a general type of guy (think Benicio del Toro, or Jack Nicholson, for anyone in the Viagra crowd that might be reading this). This is the guy who has an overarching creepy look about him, but is somehow completely mesmerizing, and you would totally do it with him. I think women really go for Scary Sexy because once you lock eyes with him, it's a total mystery - you're not exactly sure if he's going to thrown down and take you, or kill you. Ahh...the thrill of the chase.

After three hours of complete laughter, I am at home, winding down. Tomorrow night involves an industry event happy hour, which should be good times. Let's just hope my tolerance decreases radically before then.

posted by KA @ 11:55 PM