Wednesday, March 8, 2006

More Random Observations

I can't quite put my finger on it exactly, but all sudden, Katie Couric has gotten, like, really sexy.

Everyone has that one ex whom you’ll never, ever really get over, even if you end up happily married to someone else for the next fifty years.

Don’t you wish there was such a thing as a “Do Over” card for a date that you screwed up completely--because you were too nervous to just be yourself and relax--with someone whom you were really into?

I don’t buy it when a drop-dead, gorgeous woman complains on tv that she’s so horribly lonely because guys are too afraid to come up to her to ask her out. No, not with all those guys out there who would ask a telephone pole out for a cup of coffee if they thought there would be sex in it for them afterwards.

That really was a great line the other night at the Oscars when, after George Clooney won his Academy Award, Jon Stewart said of him, “Now he can get laid.”

Maybe it’s just me, but all high-end salon, female hairstylists are really sexy.

The whole, “He's Just Not Into You” thing, is now officially OVER!

Isn’t it always a relief when you call someone for the first time whose number you got at a club, and they actually answer (meaning no fake number)?

Don’t you feel like really, really low when it is a fake number?

Why do I always immediately think of Owen Wilson anytime I see a guy with overly coiffed blonde hair?

My girlfriend recently let it slip out that during the height of the "Livin' La Vida Loca" craze she had a really big Ricky Martin love jones. Yep, it's true.

Hollywood has yet to make a movie about a regular, everyday gay couple. The "Birdcage" was over the top ludicrous and "Brokeback Mountain" was overwrought by half.

Any man who wears a button-down sweater with elbow patches--think Mr. Rodgers-unnecessarily ages himself by at least 10 years.

If more guys realized that most women aren't into guys with 22-inch necks, Muscle & Fitness magazine would quickly lose a lot of its subscribers.

When Elizabeth Taylor married that unemployed construction worker guy, Larry Fortensky, whom she met in rehab, that was cool. You go, Liz! (By the way, if you're looking for a comparable but more modern day pairing, pop princess Britanny Spears and her ne'er-do-well husband Kevin Federline come mighty darn close.)

Fame is a definite aphrodisiac. The fact that Clay Aiken and Mick Jagger are considered sex symbols proves the point beyond all doubt.

Did you know that an NYU coed recently got a book published the basis of which was her saying yes to every guy who asked her out during the course of one entire semester. (The book is called "The Year of Yes," and was written by Maria Headley.)

I suppose if Ms. Headley had chosen to say no to evey guy who had asked her out, there would have been no book deal--"The Year of No" just doesn't have the same ring to it.

While women will often resort to downing a half gallon of Haagen Daz chocolate chip ice cream in one sitting as a means of consoling themselves in the immediate aftermath of a painful break-up, men, not so much.

Do you ever feel like you just want to smack Dr. Phil upside the head? (Relatedly, is this the guy who should be making millions off lecturing others on how to lose weight?)