Not sure what to wear on your next hot date? Backs are the new cleavage! Wow him with a little bit of spinal skin:
Kain Label 2 strap back dress, $119
Silence and Noise cowl back shoulder tunic, $32
Kimberly Taylor Emily dress, $235
French Connection racerback mini, $117.92
Forever21 triple bow back dress, $14.90
Nightcap Clothing Victorian sleeveless dress, $305
xx,
WhyDid
As I sit here with a dog on my left, cat on my right, Deluscious cookie wrappers strewn about and watching Sex and the City DVD’s (I’m PMS’ing, don’t judge me), I started thinking about our dear friend, Samantha.
We all love to think that we’ve got a little Samantha in us. Unfortunately, I don’t know that that’s true.
After years of playing cat and mouse with a guy, I finally agreed to clear my schedule and make it a date. No friends as bodyguards, no BS, no games. After dinner I decided to Summit Escorts my fellow back to his hotel and allow whatever was meant to happen happen. I told myself it was totally fine and braced myself for emotional impact. During the deed, I caught myself thinking, “Is this okay?” When it was all said and done and he went to the restroom, I put my clothes on faster than a wardrobe change backstage during fashion week. When he came back and I was buckling my shoes he was startled and told me he’d like me to stay, but I was out of there like a bat out of hell.
On the way home, I thought about what had just happened. I had gone into it thinking that I didn’t care. I hadn’t cared about this guy for all the time that he had been pursuing me, so WHY all of a sudden did I care? Why is it, that women can not sleep around the way that men can? I know that a lot of women like to pretend that they can have sex with no feelings, but I really just don’t buy it. I just believe that women are wired much, much differently than men.
What do you think? Can women have sex like men? Void of feelings and commitment? Or is there a deeper lying issue here?
xx,
WhyDid
You know when you bite into an apple and it’s mealy? You chuck it across the room, nearly vom, and swear off the fruit forever. That’s letting one bad apple spoil the whole bunch and sometimes we do the very same thing with our relationships. We get burned one time and then swear off the entire species.
I have been there, my friends. With my last doozy of a relationship, I swore I was going to join the nunnery (my dad was pleased with this idea) and never ever date again. For a while, I actually did just that. I may as well have carried around a can of Man Raid. I was repelling men left and right because I wanted nothing to do with them. Some people suggest that the best way to get over someone is to get under someone else (maybe not literally, but you get what I’m saying). I think that’s basically the worst advice in the world. It’s merely a Band-Aid and a temporary fix. It’s like trying to hot glue a hole in the Hoover Dam. Only a matter of time before that baby bursts and it all starts flooding.
That being said, it’s fine to take some time off of the dating scene for a while to heal, but there is no reason to be a complete and utter psychopath to some possibly wonderful men. I was so effed up from my break up that I blew of some great guys (and threw some crazy temper tantrums due to my trust issues). Just because I found a worm in my last apple, doesn’t mean that every apple there after is going to suck.
You just have to take a blind leap of faith and take another bite. An apple a day…
xx,
WhyDid
Do you remember playing peek-a-boo as a child? Oh, the olden days. When things were so much simpler and there was far less bullshit to deal with on a day to day basis. Sigh. Well, I’ve been channeling my inner five year old and decided that playing a little game of peek-a-boo with your clothing isn’t such a bad idea. I love unexpected sexy, but please take this one with caution and follow my suggestions explicitly. This is something that can go terribly awry and have you looking like a Jersey Shore reject if executed improperly. I’m loving sheer slouchy see through t’s as a comfy, yet sexy top with jeans. The trick is to pair it with a cropped cami or matching (tonal) bralette and keep it covered up on the bottom half.
Co-op Barney’s New York sheer T-shirt, $118
Alternative Apparel Sheer Silk Scoopneck T, $50
Kain Modal/Silk Sheer Tee, $88
GYPSY 05 Angali Circle V Tee, $143
32 Flavors by YFB oversized drape T, $70
American Apparel see thru short sleeve T, $26
And my shining take on the look:
DONE WRONG:
So don’t be afraid to give a little peek, but don’t give it all away like a live peep show.
xx,
WhyDid
Today I was sent this little number. They are called Fundies. Fundies are underwear for you AND a friend! Makes perfect sense, no? I mean, why wouldn’t you want to share something so intimate with someone so intimately?
I would assume that it’s safe to say these are a “gag” gift (and no, not cause they make me want to gag), but it got me to thinking. Some things in life are really not meant to be shared. I know in kindergarten we are taught to share and play nice and not to run with scissors, but it looks like we may need a refresher course. I think everyone is clear on the obvious things not to share like your toothbrush or mascara, but what about the far too often “over share”?
They say that French women are so sexy because they maintain a mystique about them. We as Americans, tend to overshare on a daily basis whether it be via social media or just chatting with friends. So, I think there are a few things we need to learn to keep to ourselves.
So next time you feel the onslaught of a little verbal diarrhea, go ahead and picture those Fundies and ask yourself, “Would I want to share this?”
xx,
WhyDid
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