Bikini Martini Wax.

I get a Sphinx bikini wax (completely bare, everything, and I mean EVERYTHING, is waxed off) every two weeks. My current boyfriend says that he doesn’t really mind either way, but he sure gets excited when he sees a fresh wax. I have an appointment to get one tomorrow. It hurts. The actually wax stripping off part isn’t that bad (don’t get me wrong, it still hurts), but oddly enough, the wax is so hot that it kind of hurts (since it doesn’t normally experience such variations in temperature in that area). So Mila, my wax lady, tells me take an Advil an hour before my appointment, to ease the pain. It doesn’t work. So she tries to use an exorbitant amount of “numbing” spray. It doesn’t work and it smells funny. So I just deal with it and try to absorb the current song on the world radio station they listen to at the salon. I also think it’s funny that I’m lying half naked on the table while she finishes waxing my eyebrows. It’s not that uncomfortable though because I’ve gotten used to Mila. She’s not so bad. After she’s completed my Sphinx, she always says “Have fun”. I love it.

Hey Virgin, Get a Life.

I’ve had two serious relationships, Mr. E and Christoph.

I met Mr. E when I was in my sophomore year at college. Either he and I hit it off or we were just really horny (I believe in the latter), but we started dating and became pretty serious for about eight months till I realized that all he did was bring me down. I never gave it up to him. He was either depressed or bipolar, and trust me, I have the credentials to pseudo-diagnose.

I met Christoph, my present-day boyfriend, before I met Mr. E, but we never interacted much till after Mr. E and I broke it off (or I broke it off with him). Let me tell you a little about Christoph. His roommates were very dear friends of mine, which is why we initially started interacting. We hit it off after a few innocent lunches, and here we are today on the verge of moving in together (his idea, not mine).

(CAUTION: PERSONAL INFORMATION REVELATION) I am now 23 years old, and I lost my virginity last year. At first, I thought I was so cool for waiting, and even cooler for waiting a whole year before giving it up to Christoph. As I asked colleagues and friends on their thoughts of the situation (given in a hypothetical context for fear of judgment), I found that either I had waited too long or that people were envious of my ability to control myself (probably the former).


If Christoph is “the one”, then he will be my first and last. So to blogger-land, I posit the following question, will I regret one day that I chose to wait so long as to only have one sexual experience in my lifetime or did I make a great decision and you will attempt to live vicariously through my real life dream of meeting the one and only who I am both mentally and physically compatible with?

What Women Want.

It is evolutionary. If you don’t believe, I suggest you read David Buss’s book, “"The Evolution of Desire"”. (I should mention that I had the esteemed pleasure of meeting him this past weekend). I just finished reading the chapter on “What Women Want”, and let me tell you that book is marked up with so many comments and discussion points with passages underlined all over the place. It is unbelievable how many traits in the opposite sex (in my case, males) can be traced back to the annals of evolution.

Some points that stuck out to me. Women want men they are compatible with. Who doesn’t? But seriously, Buss points out that women want men that have “similar characteristics” to themselves. This point is still gnawing on me. The reason being, Christoph (a pseudonym for my current boyfriend). He and I have vastly different characteristics. I’m what Buss calls the “extrovert who enjoys wild parties” while Christoph is the “introvert who prefers quiet evenings at home”. According to his passage, our relationship should be full of strife. However, I beg to differ. Christoph and I are in actuality extremely compatible and have in fact rubbed off on one another (figuratively, of course) in that he has become more outgoing and I have mellowed out (only slightly). So to you Dr. David Buss, who I bestow the deepest and utmost respect upon, I question your reasons of compatibility in the form of similar characteristics within mate choices.

The other part that stuck out to me was the “When Women Have Power” piece. It was an incredibly well written passage that provided concrete examples to the evolutionary history behind women who have power and the men they press upon themselves. I agree whole heartedly with this part of the chapter, in that women who have power only want men who have more power. No wonder the Queen of England never remarried.

To those of you in blogger land, I ask what your views are on the evolution of what women want. There will be more passages on the topic of desire and such as I continue my trip through this literary masterpiece, I urge you to read it as well so you may better understand the basis of my writing.

Attachment Theory

I'll come back and edit this post, but just so you know, love is just attachment.

Edit- Okay - so I'm not really sure if I believe in love. I come from the Steven Platek school of "love doesn't exist" so of course I'm slightly biased, but he makes a good point.

Mating is based on resources and genetics, right? The male with the better resources and better genetic make-up wins. So, how was love evolved? It wasn't.

The theory is this, the idea and feeling of "love" is simply strong feelings of attachment. I can cite a number of sources with in depth research on this theory and its origins, but just think about it.

Our ancestors dealt with mate retention in a similar fashion we do today. We yearn to keep a mate with an increased amount of resources and genetic superiority because in the end, those genes will perpetuate. The idea of love has no basis in this evolved method of mating and retention.

I'm not trying to be pessimistic, but if you put this theory into play, you realize that love doesn't exist, and it's a sad but true fact. I urge you to convince me otherwise, but don't try and convert me, I'm already an attachment theory believer.

What is beyond the drink?

Hi. I will go by bikini martini. It's a pseudonym that was given to me at my current place of employment, so in essence, there may be a slight chance that some of you out there in the blog world may know me, I urge you to keep my identity to yourself.

I entitled this blog "I Gossip About Sex, Not Ethics" mostly because all my gossip involves sex. One could go as far as saying I am sex-obsessed. You wouldn't be wrong.

I won't give you any more personal information about myself right off the bat, except that I am a female. Other personal items may ensue as I continue writing, but as for now, I will keep things under wrap. It provides you with a little mystery and, I would hope, will allow you to keep wanting more.

Do take my writing in stride, as I am sometimes an obnoxious and blunt individual. I welcome your comments, positive, negative, and neutral.