La coquette milieu des hommes.

I went out dancing with a bunch of guy friends the other day.

As the token lady, I took it up on myself to make sure everyone had fun.

The tallest one, a med student, needed the most attention, so I gave him a prep speech, told him he was worth it, spotted a hot lonely brunette, and we went in for the kill.

From our faces, she could tell that we were up to something suspicious, and so she gestured to her friend – a tall, dark-haired mec.

“I’ll distract him, you distract her!”

I shouted above the music, and we each made our moves.

It was easy to slide over to the handsome homme and introduce myself….“salut”

…My buddy, on the other hand, lurked two feet behind the brunette, giving off a creepy vibe that freaked us all out.

-Take Two-

We tried a different chick, another thin brunette standing with her friend. I could tell they wanted attention because they kept eye flirting with guys.

(They probably don’t know about la dance d’amour)

This time we took a team approach: me casually at the front, him gradually from behind.

And of course, with his lurking creepiness, he freaked her out and she gravitated toward me.

“I think I may have a girl crush on you,” she yelled to me drunkly.

I stopped.

Noted her tiny hips tucked snugly into black pants,

her peep toe platform Jimmy Chou pumps,

the gold chain of her Chanel purse wrapped slender shoulder…

And I thought…Damn, I may have a girl crush too.

Summer Lovebug.

They say that spring is the season for love.

That may be true for some, but here in Los Angeles it’s all about summer. Pool parties, dance festivals, weekend trips to Vegas, perfect weather — there’s a virus in the air that everyone is breathing.

It’s hard not to get wrapped up in this summer’s love feast with the tan bikini wearing blonds strutting around the poolside in heals. Finally, the tall actor hotties you lust for can take off their shirt to reveal six pack they work so hard on all year long. And yes, you can shove your bikini clad booty into their pelvis to the lyrics “oooh baby you want me? You can get this lap dance here for free…”

It’s summer time.

And even if you’re not into the hotel poolside culture, who can resist all the girls in crop tops and see-through sundresses strolling down Venice Blvd?

Fall in New York may be around the corner, but this summer there is no better place to be than LA.

…except Ibiza…..maybe….

Un groupe de garçons.

I am astounded by the dynamics of male friends.

I’ve mentioned before that I prefer the company of boys. There is something so right about un group de garcons.

I have no idea why….Boys in a group are extremely boring. All they do are crack dumb jokes, make fun of one other, then smoke marijuana, play video games in complete silence, finally grab some food and begin again.

And yet I cannot get enough. I’d pick a group of nice boys over a group of chicks any day.

Is it possible for a straight girl to spend a life without boys? I mean, girlfriends spend 80 – 85 % of their time talking about boys : old boyfriends, past heartbreaks, cute new boys, potentials, and (above all) the lack of a man in one’s life. When she does eventually find a man, a girlfriend disappears completely into abyss. She is no longer herself, she becomes a “we”…

Oh, we’re going to spend the night in…We’re kind of tired….We had a long day…Have fun though!

Boys will not do this. I once had a boyfriend who’d flee my arms immediately if his “bros” invited him for a session of pot and video games… (wtf?)

Well, you know what, I can do this too. I will from flee the arms of my man for girl talk, cigarettes, and dancing, you’ll see !………

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les poseurs.

I never understood why LA girls like girls they don’t like.

It’s unhealthy to pretend to like someone you can’t stand. There’s no need to be rude, but you shouldn’t lie! Or should you?

 

Or how about the classic “hey, what are you doing later? we should totally hang out and catch up! Let me get your phone number.” And then come “later” there is no call, no message, no nothing — not because you were busy, but simply because in truth, you didn’t give a shit.

Of course, I’m from LA so I am used to this game. We want to be nice and don’t want to hurt the other person’s feelings.

I’ve never been a particularly fake kind of girl so I caught on to the aloof attitude in Europe very quickly. In fact I loved it because you could dismiss people and make it clear that you’re not a bitch, you’re not insecure, and you’re not mean, just don’t give a shit. Simple.

But it’s an attitude that would make the standard insecure LA hipster whine

“I don’t think she likes me”.

And so I play the game. “Oh ya, we should totally hang out, what are you doing Saturday?” because hey, you don’t wanna be mean. Other times it’s best to just keep a guard up so that they won’t even go there in the first place. LA is just so fake. I wish we all have an hour where we could be real and say how we really feel about each other with no inhibitions. You know, a time to just GO THERE with people and say what the fuck you want.

Oh right, it’s called 5 o’clock rush hour traffic. Love it.