My girlfriend and I had planned a girl’s night out to drink some wine and catch up on every single detail of each other’s lives. We were seated at the bar of Bouchon where she was having a glass of Triennes Viognier from Provence and I, a glass of heavily-oaked Molnar Chardonnay from the Carneros, while enjoying the salmon rillettes. There were two men to our left, not together but obviously single. The one closest, and next to my friend, was ordering far too much food for one person so my all too naïve and friendly girlfriend struck up a little benign food chit-chat. Evidently, he was a chef from Dallas. I had lost her attention.
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Lennie Takes A Lesson
Join me as I do a little cha-cha-cha with Rumen, my ha-ha-hot coyote-bait dance instructor and discover how sexy and seductive dancing can be.
A successful screenwriter friend of mine always says that I would make a great actress if only for the fact that I have large eyes, a large head, and a tiny body. In his opinion, most celebrities look like a cross between an alien and a Tim Burton character; their large heads (often filled with even larger egos) teetering on fragile, insecure spines. Take one look at Angelina Jolie’s orb-like eyes and gangly limbs and you might wonder if she fell to earth in a pod.
I find this amusing as I am often told I look like Sandra Bullock. Last year I was actually photographed as the scorned Sandra - anorexia thin from stress - by some tabloid paparazzi photographer. It was either a photo of me or America’s sweetheart has the same dress, sunglasses, shoes and watch, lunches as the same restaurant as I do and dropped 20 lbs within a week after she claimed her Oscar and dumped her husband.
Why Every Man Should Learn To Dance
I started taking ballroom dance classes at Balliamos Dance Studio in West Hollywood about a month ago. Why? I had been watching one of my idols, Pamela Anderson, a while back on Dancing with the Stars, and I figured if she could do it, so could I. At my age (yes, that remains top secret) I should already know how to do this. My parents loved to ballroom dance. I remember how graceful they looked on the dance floor and how happy my mother seemed when she was being twirled around in my father’s arms. Even as a child, I identified this as being something very romantic and intimate – a prelude to more intimate behavior. Though, ew gross… I never thought of my folks that way. They never had sex. I was a test tube baby! As I got older, I went through my own dance craze era doing the nightclub thing. Even with that alcohol-induced frenzy, I realized that dancing and sex went hand in hand. When I started ballroom, I couldn’t help but get aroused. Not just because I have a hot young dance instructor, but because the music and the movements are very sensual. So I thought I’d see what my dance instructor, Rumen, has to say about dance and romance and whether he felt that knowing how to dance gave men a leg up in the dating world. Join my now and see why it’s cool to fox-trot, two-step and tango your way into a woman’s heart.
I am a single girl who loves wine and appreciates a good list. The first time I experienced Melisse in Santa Monica was on a date. The garish purple décor had me worried, but one look at the scruffy sommelier who vaguely resembles a younger, sexier Gerard Depardieu had me reassured. My immediate thought was: if the food and wine are anywhere near as French as this guy, we’re in for an amazing evening. A few minutes later, he walked over to our table and introduced himself in the thickest Michigan accent as Brian from Detroit. All ambiance was lost, but my confidence was immediately regained as I perused his impressive, well-balanced wine list.
We started the evening with a glass of brut rosé Champagne. This allowed me time to peruse the list, while my date could peruse me. After spending a good fifteen minutes jabbering with Brian about his unusual selection of Northern Rhone wines, I suddenly realized that I had become the a**hole who obsesses over the wine list and has esoteric, haughty conversations with the sommelier while completely ignoring his, or in this case her, dinner guest. I had become a pretentious wine geek; part of me was embarrassed while another part was proud of being able to speak this elite language of wine. Needless to say, my date had been left in the terroir dust.
Why Women Are Obsessed With Shoes
When I first moved to Los Angeles, I had six pair of shoes: two pair of comfortable clunky heels in the same style but different colors, two pair of sneakers and two pair of comfortable walking shoes. A decade later and I am like Carrie Bradshaw, a semi-successful writer who spends the better part of every paycheck on Louboutins, YSL’s and Manolos. I now have so many shoes I am running out of closet space. What is wrong with me and every other woman out there who covets the latest style of Jimmy Choos? It's not about comfort, that’s for sure.
There is nothing comfortable about cramming your foot into a pointy little shoe and teetering on heels all day long. You’re much more likely to sprain an ankle than you are to run a marathon. Women’s shoes aren’t just about fashion; they’re also about sex and self-esteem. Like most animals, we're wired to associate height with power. High-heels make our ankles look sexy, our legs look longer, our ass look smaller and add a sexy sway to our walk. Stilettos force a woman into a primal mating pose called lordosis; her butt lifts and her back arches making her more attractive to men.
The obsession with shoes is nothing new. In previous centuries, shoes were a measure of class. Only the wealthy wore heels. Flats were reserved for those who did manual labor. We still have a bit of that mindset ingrained in us. Sex and the City brought shoes to the foreground, but even Cinderella was devastated when she lost her glass slipper (though that can also be interpreted as something sexual). Join me now, in my video blog, to find out more on why women are obsessed with shoes.