Feed My Vanity

Good underwear are like good friends, they give GREAT support. Thus, the arrival of this in my life is a dream come true:

Spanx! 'nuff said.

I saw an ad for Spanx stockings a few months ago and couldn’t get it out of my head. And aha! the universe listened and by chance I wounded up with a pair. Here’s a closer look:

Spanx, the tights of your life!

This is my first time to try Spanx, and I’m excited. It arrived just in time for a series of events that I’m attending to next week. I hope to own whatchamacallit-the-armorlike-Spanx- that-one-wears-underneath-slinky- dresses and bras in the future.

Features of the Spanx stockings include (as written at the back of the box):

1. soft comforable waistband won’t dig in

2. bodyshaping control offers slimming support

3. cotton gusset (crotch). wear as underwear (what? – Minay).

4. pattern designed for fashionable look

Okay, bottomline is, anything that disguises fat and lifts the butt is an instant girl’s best friend. Can’t wait to try this with a little black dress. Translation: What would I look like with slimmer thighs?

Will update you dear imaginary readers. ‘Til next time.

Spanx is available at Rustans. Patterned stockings are priced at P2,450.

I have a friend who’s NBSB.

No Boyfriend Since Birth.

People act as if there’s something wrong with that. Duh. It’s not as if there’s a smorgasbord of desirable men out there! It’s a Catch 22 thing, it’s either she settles or she keeps the title of NBSB.

Anyway, while we were on our way to the John Mayer concert (which should be another post entirely), she told me that her officemate gave her tips on “snagging” a guy.

Friend: she told me that when on a date I should bite my lips

… and when the soup arrives, I should ask in a “come hither” tone “How do you like your soup?”

…I’d try it, except I think I’d come across as a psycho. 

Anyway, courting is a strange thing. It’s really a natural animal instinct. Men puff their chests, and apparently women bite their lips. I’m not going to deny that there’s a certain game involved in dating, but where’s the thrill in simply laying out the cards on the table?

I’d like to think all of us have our own way of making landi (flirting), and there are diverse ways of flirting without sacrificing yourself and coming across as a psycho who’s fixated in soup.

I’m going to start doing this on a regular basis:

When I was younger (which wasn’t too far from my age now okay?! okay?! hahaha), I avoided self-help books, text quotes, and the like. I still do, but now admit to picking up the odd novel or self-help book from time to time. I think it’s because when you hit your mid-twenties (see, I told you ‘younger’ version of me isn’t too far from my age! hahaha. defensive!), and you actually start feeling the slide to mortality, you realize a ripe old age of 90 or whatever isn’t enough to learn everything that one wants AND needs to know.

So the post-its which I will be posting are quotes and realizations of this aging 26-something writer/career girl. Some I have written myself, while others are quotes that caught my eye. I can’t find who came up with the quote above, but whoever that is, I’d like to tell her/him, how true, how true.

I can’t think of a category name BTW so will update you my imaginary friends and readers.

It’s probably very refreshing to be a guy and then have the girl do the asking out for once.

But not if then she  blows you off although you’ve never as much had a conversation with her for her to discover that sometimes you can eat like a pig.

Anyway, that’s exactly the dilemma of a guy friend. He was invited by the girl to go out, only for her to just suddenly leave with her friends JUST AS HE ARRIVED at the meeting place.

The following day he said to me out of nowhere that he knows how to be invisible to specific people in facebook chat. I couldn’t resist asking him who he was hiding from. And he told me what happened. Here’s our conversation:

ME: Don’t go offline on her in facebook chat. Just don’t.

HIM: Why?! I’m so pissed off with her, and I don’t want to chat with her just yet.

ME: You like this girl? Go online. Make sure you chat with somebody on facebook so there will be a  little green light next to your name indicating you’re talking to someone else.

(He goes online, girl then asks how he is and that she’s sorry she left)

Me: Tell her it’s okay, then leave it at that. Let’s go down for a smoke.

(after 15 minutes)

Me: Tell her you’re cool with what happened and she shouldn’t worry but it’s busy in the office.

Him: What?!

Me: Just do it! Don’t reply to any of her messages after that.

(after 7 hours)

Him: She texted and asked me what’s up! High five! But then what should I tell her?

Me: Tell her you’re okay, and ask her how she’s doing. She’ll probably say she’s okay also and indicate her schedule is free which is the bait for you to ask her out.

DON’T.

Him: Uh-huh, uh-huh, I think I understand now.

Me: Ask her out after a day or two.

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Oh well, men are such cavemen and we girls are too evolved, but the game is too irresistible. But the question is, why do we like it when people play hard to get? Is it a primeval gene that manifests only when we’re , well, typically being animals (scoping out a mate, puffing our chests, preening, etc.)?

Are women by nature, masochists? Or we’re used to enduring physical and mental pain instilled to us since puberty?

Think about it, we get our periods and it hurts like hell. After a while we learn to just get used to having it every month. Like an inconvenience we just need to deal with wearily. We take painkillers that at least even though something is dripping down there, at least we won’t feel it. Not to mention dragging ourselves to work although we feel fat and bloated because of the hormones.

Having one’s period is a mental and physical game. In effect it makes women stronger then turn into masochists who think that they can take anything, then ask why they age the way the do.

But then that’s just a theory.