People did it. Glamour did it. And now I’m doing it. Sort of. While those two lovely magazines counted down the sexiest men of 2010 (I really, really love the fact that it rhymes this year) I am taking a slightly different approach. You see, those magazines seem to be making their decisions based on appearances only, but yours truly, well… I’m more focused on their, erm…skills.

Perpetually single girl that I am, I am in desperate need of a boy to kiss at midnight on New Year’s Eve. And if I’m going to dream, I might as well dream big, right?

Ten guys. One wish.

To kiss them all on New Year’s Eve.

10. Taylor Lautner. If he agrees to kiss me at midnight, I won’t even write a song about him afterward. Promise. (Sorry T.Swift, I just couldn’t resist. I actually really like “Back to December.”  Honest.)

9. Eric Dane. McSteamy. McHottie. Whatever you want to call him, he’s McKissable. Just ask the Seattle Grace Nurses. Or Lexie Grey. Or even Bradley Cooper. (What? You haven’t seen Valentine’s Day?)

8. Matthew Morrison. Yes, I know he’s the teacher from Glee. But I’d like to remind everyone of that Rocky Horror episode, you know, the one when Schuester took off his shirt and started singing “Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch Me” …Yep. I thought so.

7. Chace Crawford. Come on now, ladies, did you really think I was going to get through an entire Weekly Ten without mentioning Gossip Girl? Shame on you! Nate has earned his rightful place on this list. In fact he’s actually locked lips with every one of the lovely ladies of Gossip Girl except for Lily VanderWoodsen/Bass/Humphrey, and I think that might only be because he can’t remember her entire last name. My last name, though? It doesn’t matter. These lips are ready for some smoochin’. Read More »

So, maybe this is old news–but all news worth hearing should be renewed news. And though this may have been a huge topic of conversation for women over chocolate martinis, Sex and The City episodes, kleenex and post break-up mending, something tells me that (crying over what might have been), will never be old news.

Naturally, when you listen to a friend (and we’ve all be “the friend” before too) gripe over a man who is completely undeserving of her time, you want to say, “MOVE ON! YOU CAN DO BETTER!!!” and if you’re a good friend, you do say that.

Usually, she won’t listen and sometimes the truth of the situation is : He’s Just Not That Into You. Period. Thank God for the authors, Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo, who wrote this little gem.

I don’t know about you, but I always feel like a crazy, bitchy friend if I say those words, even if it’s true. Not because the words are harsh, but because 90% of the time when you have to tell somebody whoever they’re chasing, or dating, isn’t as “devoted” or hell, “interested” even, they usually already know deep down.

No one likes to acknowledge that they’re “unwanted“, because it makes them evaluate something about themselves; then goes the endless wheel of, “why isn’t he interested? Why did he say he’d call? Does he think I’m ugly? Does the new girl have a better body?? Did I have a piece of spinach in my teeth the first time we kissed?? WHAT HAPPENED??” WHY DOESN’T HE WANT ME??” Read More »

Days as a Freshman: 118

Mood: Freaked out

“Got everything?”

Rebecca turned away from the movie she was watching on her computer and looked at me, a fuzzy hat pulled down over her eyes. The heat in our dorm was doing something strange—something strange and cold.

“I think so…” I ruffled through the pile of clothes in my suitcase. “I just don’t want to forget anything…”

“Homework? Books? Extra warm socks? Sexy underwear?”

“Why would I need that fourth thing?” Pulling my suitcase cover down, I attempted to close the overstuffed bag.

Rebecca watched me wrestle the zipper around the bulging suitcase with a slight smile, sitting up on her bed to get a better look. “Why would you need sexy underwear? I don’t know…just in case something happens!”

I stopped fighting the zipper and glared up at her. “I don’t know where he lives and I haven’t talked to him since that night. Nothing is going to happen.”

Rebecca’s smile faded a little. “I didn’t mean to—”

“Me either.” I pushed my suitcase over and flopped down onto my bed, holding my head. “I just hate being reminded about how much of a loser I am.” Read More »