Kamelot – when the lights are down

In cazul unei „intalniri oarbe”…:

So, I have recently found something out about my dating style if you will.   This may not make sense for a bit, but just stick with me.

I once heard that when someone uses drugs for the first time, the high is so paramount that they are forever chasing that continual high through consistent drug use.   Beyond the additive nature of drugs, this chasing the dragon has the individual perpetually looking for that level of the first high.

Here is how I relate this to dating.  When you have that first date that is filled with chemistry and sparks, then there is no way to pretend that chemistry just isn’t a factor.   There are some people out there who have never had that moment of chemistry or as I call it, Za Za Zsu.   For those people, a fairly average date with nothing really “wrong” would continue to date that person until a real deal breaker came into fruition.  For me, not having that inital moment of a spark or chemistry is enough of a deal breaker for me.  I am on the hunt for the love of my life, not just someone to fill the time.

And for those lovely readers in the blogging world who are curious in how my blind date went, listen to the entire recap of the date on our podcast show: Penny & Ben.  Check out Episode #18 for the full blind date story.

We recognized each other immediately, even though we had only shared a few pictures online.  I smiled widely and waved.  We hugged and it felt wonderful…he was a bear.  But he didn’t stay cuddly for long.  He grabbed the hair on the back of my head and pulled hard.  He knew that was just what he had to do to own me from that moment on.  We kissed and it felt so right.  But although originally I had intended to join him for a beer and talk, I soon had another idea entirely.  We walked, holding hands from time to time.  All the while my insides were churning with excitement and a little bit of fear.  Knowing all Chuck really wanted to do was cut my clothes off and rape me made my pussy tingle in spite of itself.
Finally I steered him away from the crowds and down a dark alley I knew of.  It was nice and quiet just as I’d hoped.  He knew just what was on my mind, he pushed me against the wall and grabbed my neck while kissing me.  “You know I could do anything I want to you right now,” he growled.
“Yes,” I sighed, already my pussy dripped with arousal.  He kissed me hard.  Despite the fact that we were both living out a fantasy, we felt a little bit nervous and exposed.  Every noise made us worry about being seen or getting caught.  So we walked deeper into the alley and stumbled across a little fenced in atrium.  Chuck wanted to go in but I was still nervous.  “Let’s go in there,” he said.
“I don’t know, the fence kinda makes it look like this would be trespassing,” I hesitated.  Partly because I was afraid of trespassing and partly because I knew he could probably get away with raping me in there.
Eventually he lured me inside and things got really heated.  My memory fails me of every detail, when I get into subspace my mind kind of shuts down and gives way to my body.  We kissed more…he stopped at one point and said, “We haven’t really negotiated this scene so I just want to say that you can safeword at any time…what words do you like to use?”
“The colors are fine,” I managed to pant out.  I was trembling and breathless as he told me what a slut I was and asked me how much I liked to fool around where any body could see us.  He bit me and slapped me, all of which made me crazy.
He pointed to the ground and said, “You’d like it if I tore your clothes off right now and took you right here, wouldn’t you?”
“I can’t…” I stuttered.  He knew I wasn’t on birth control.
“I didn’t say can you, I said you want to don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gulped.
“You’re so wet right now aren’t you?”
“Yes I am.”
He jammed his hand down my skirt and found it to be so true.  He held me up from behind because my legs could barely hold me.  My eyes searched around for a minute to see if someone might be looking before I was to aroused to care.  I clutched him as my clit exploded.  As he continued to work me, I squirted hard.
“Look at you, you’re coming right here in the street where anyone could see you,” Chuck said.  “How many times did you come?”
“Twice,” I said.
“Well those were the only freebies you’re going to get, from now on you have to ask permission, do you understand?”
“Yes, I understand, Sir,” I whispered.
“Not sure if I can get my magic fingers at just the right angle here.”  He managed to work a couple fingers inside me and to my surprise as well, found the g-spot.
Suddenly I became terrified, I can’t control my g-spot orgasms, especially when I am as aroused as I was in that moment.  “No, please,” I begged, “I can’t control them.”  I started struggling, he had told me that he wanted me to fight…I know he must have liked it, knowing I was terrified that he would make me orgasm uncontrollably.  Or maybe he was just looking forward to the punishment.
He was spitting out a tirade of words, telling me what a slut I was and I was loving it.  Then he said, “That’s all you’re good for, a wet whole to be used.”
I pushed my head into his shoulder and whimpered, “No, please don’t say that.”  I really meant it but I was curious what his reaction would be since I hadn’t used the safeword.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “I went to far.”  Since it was our first time playing together I enjoyed seeing his tender side leak through his violent side.  But I made a mental note that if we were going to do the rape scene under NO circumstances should he break “character” unless I safe worded.  At this point I was sure it would be safe to act that out…and I couldn’t wait.
He grabbed me and slammed me back against the fence.  It made a very dramatic noise when my head hit it but it didn’t hurt at all, “I’m so sorry, are you ok?”
I laughed, thinking for a brief moment he felt the fear that he had just accidentally bashed my head in.  I assured him I was ok and we moved on, giggling a bit.
“I was wondering,” I said, “How bad my punishment would be if I grabbed your crotch right now.”
“Why don’t you find out?”
What I really longed to do was drop to my knees and take it in my mouth right that minute but I knew he would not allow that.  So I worked it through his pants until he let me unfasten his belt and touch it with my fingers.  He had worked me into a frenzy on line by telling me that his cock was uncut.  I had only been with one uncircumcised man before and I found it wonderful.  It broke my heart that most American boys were deprived a part of their sexual organs.  He only let me handle it for a few minutes.
The hour was getting late and I knew I had to be getting back.  I said something about it but Chuck had other ideas.  His hand were pinching my nipples and his hand was twisted in my hair, pulling it hard again.  There was no way I was going anywhere.  Next thing I knew, in a flash he had exposed my breasts and I screamed, automatically going to cover them, “Oh no, it’s cold.”  When we first started talking about how he’d like to “force” me to do things and wanted me to struggle, I did not even know if I could do it.  When I get turned on I just want to please and comply.  But clearly knew how to bring it out in me.  I wanted what he was doing but I accessed that part of me that allowed me to struggle.
I wish I could remember more details…every moment was so delicious.  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” he chuckled.
“Neither have I,” I said.
“I thought you said you used to have sex in public all the time,” he said.
“Oh, right…well I haven’t done anything like this since I was a minor,” I corrected.  Those memories of hot teen sex anywhere we could get it were so long gone that it seemed like another person, another lifetime.   And it certainly didn’t have anything to do with BDSM.
We walked back to the car, talking and flirting.  He talked some more about how even though he liked submissive women, the last thing he wanted was for me to lie there and take it.  He wanted to see my spirit, my spunk.
I had wondered before if Jason would want me to struggle.  I think part of him knew if I got too excited, struggled too much I could most likely hurt him…he is strong but I outweigh him.  Chuck, on the other hand, was big enough and strong enough to take me down if I struggled hard.  I still felt comfortable if things got out of hand that I knew enough tricks stop him.  But now I knew that would not be necessary.  He had showed me his D as well as his heart.
When we got to the car, I remember him grabbing my neck, choking me right there on the sidewalk where several people gave us funny looks.  I have expected the police to arrive…I hoped the people who saw us could tell that I was loving every minute of it.  Then he started spanking me.  It stung so well, I knew when he got me alone my ass was going to get it.  I tried to get away from him, working some more on that spirit he wanted to see.
I tried to hug him good bye but he grabbed me and started to pull me away from the car.  “Remember you can safeword at any time,” he said, “Or you can just say, I really have to go.”
“I really have to go,” I said firmly but sadly.  I didn’t want to destroy the chance that I could see him again by getting carried away at our first meeting.

A  single woman’s biggest worry would be choking to death alone in her apartment. Right Lemon?

Cross your fingers and wish me luck as I embark on a 100% blind date with the farmer “Daniel” tomorrow night.  I have no idea what he looks like or even who would play him in a movie.  Nerves don’t even begin to describe the potential anxiety I am feeling.

Stay tuned my beloved blog readers!

And for all of you who have a blind dating history, vote in my latest poll!

From the moment we discover dating, we are taught to fear the blind date.  We’ve all either heard stories or have first hand knowledge of the disaster that this can be.  A friend of a friend, or worse yet your parents, try to fix you up with someone they swear is perfect for you.  You agree to go, only to find out that not only does your date still have last night’s empty beer cans on the floor of the car when they pick you up, but during dinner you quickly see that they have a blatant iPhone addiction, and seem to be asking the waitress many more questions than you.

I’m here to tell you that once in a blue moon, blind dates can lead to an amazing marriage.  After a few years of being single, my father was set up on a blind date by another married couple.  To keep it casual, the first date was a foursome.  They quickly discovered a shared love of many things such as hiking and biking, travel, wine, reading the New Yorker, and driving in my father’s MG with matching leather aviator helmets and goggles.  They’ve been married happily for years, and are adorably cute together.

I’m sure there are still plenty of empty beer can guys out there, but once in a while it is possible to find a keeper.  Be sure and open your eyes on your next blind date!

Over pints of micro-brewed beers at Pony Bar in Hell’s Kitchen, my friend eagerly dished on the many attractive qualities of his potential love interest. His college, current law school curriculum, interests, hobbies. Oh, and the fact that he’s gorgeous.

“Have you met this guy yet?” I asked. “I thought you two were being set up.”

“We are,” he said. “I Facebooked him.”

For me, that sparked an intriguing question: Has Facebook killed the blind date?

While I may be a little more than rusty when it comes to dating, I still feel fairly certain that part of the excitement when it comes to a blind date is the mystery. What is his personality like? What do we have in common? What does he look like? That is why they call it a blind date.

However, social media has allowed us all to put forth as much or as little information about ourselves as we want. From the good:

Me and the Saint Louis University Billiken. Adorable.

TO the bad:

Not exactly the best first impression for a potential date.

To the ugly:

Not me. My profile is immaculate.

Between Facebook, MySpace and the no-longer-taboo (or-is-it?) Internet dating, it is now virtually impossible to go on a true blind date. While I am partial to the old meet-your-significant-other-in-high-school, this isn’t all bad. No longer does one have to worry about awkward silences on a blind date—just think back to their profile!

“So, I heard that you are into The Arcade Fire. I heard they were coming to Madison Square Garden in January. . . blah blah blah.” Simple.

This is not to say that all blind dates will be a homerun (although my friends’ seemed to be!), but we might want to start calling them only-seen-your-profile dates.

I have been away my beloved readers.  From work to graduate school plus volunteering and of course podcasting, my blogging updates have fallen to the side.  (Also, I have been waiting for an update of substance to write next.)

This blog entry is based on the true blind date that I potentially have on the map.  Yes folks…. A blind date. I nameless matchmaker (who I will refer to as “Holly”)  has found me a single gent to go on a blind date with.  Here is where I feel that it gets fairly interesting.   You see “Daniel” is a childhood friend of “Holly” who grew up in the same small farming town. (Yup, you read that right: Farming town. Can you imagine my high heels on a farm?)  I am being set up with not only a farmer, but an organic beef rancher.  Under normal circumstances this isn’t very note worthy or even worth discussing.  This time however, I feel that there is one fact about me that  should be noted.  You see, I am (and have been for over ten years)  a vegetarian.  No beef, pork, seafood or chicken for me. And you would think that would turn away a rancher as a potential date, right?  Well, actually  not “Daniel”, who seemed  fairly fine with my dietary decision.   Now this date has been in the potential works for a few weeks now, but  I have now forwarded my contact information along to “Holly” for “Daniel” to call me.

So, the ball is in his court.  If he is interested in going on a date with little awesome me, vegetarian and all,…then  I will hear from him within the next few days.

PS—Many of you may be wondering why I am in fact a vegetarian.  Is it for health/diet or for crazy love of animals?  The answer for me is both actually.   I have always been an animal lover (both big and small) and once I became a vegetarian I rarely think about going back.

PPS—Chemistry.com has turned into a big waste of cash.  Next website to try: eharmony.  The test however takes forever….which will need to be fueled by a good bottle of wine.

Have been very remiss about updating the old blog lately and have been receiving a few telling-offs from the girls. So here goes:

Subjects as yet undiscussed and shared with the world which I must be getting to are as follows:

Pink Pants man

One minute man (who then got better)

45 second man (who shall very much remain nameless)

Colleague concerns

Passing on sloppy seconds – wrong or helpful? Discuss

So, to begin, pink pants man. This was an interesting case, with an interesting moral: never ever let a colleague who only slightly knows you convince you to go on a blind date with their friend. Especially if said friend has been single for over two years and whose last girlfriend was French.

The story goes thus: PPman and I had agreed to go see a comedy night with mutual friend/colleague doing the setting up. Not that this was a bad first meeting, but you can’t really tell much from a person while watching comedy together other than that they laugh at funny things. Good enough start. Problem is, you then agree to a second date.

Second date is at PPman’s house, too much wine is had and you end up in bed. The wine means that when you see the PINK PANTS on the man you don’t know if it’s appropriate to laugh, leave, shag or what. So, if you’re me, you shag. I mean, pink pants or no pink pants, he could have been a Brad Pitt in Fight Club style master in the bedroom. He wasn’t. But he wasn’t bad either.

I decided to let the pink pants thing slide and relegate it to a bad joke to be shared amongst friends. But then other things started creeping in. My sober self realised his kissing style resembled that of a very large carp style fish flopping around my mouth. Also, ppman has very big lips, which do nothing to help the already not great fish style snogging.

Also, not only were his pants pink, on my second visit to his home, I realised his duvée was red and pink striped (of the Habitat display bed kind) and his sheets were pale dusty rose…

Final issue? He’s an accountant. And although I’m sure I could have got past this had the sex been amazing, the pants a different colour and the kissing not so very fisherman’s world, considering the pre-existing circumstances, the accountant job title just put the final nail in the coffin for me and PPman.

Luckily, I was able to pass him right along to my very delightful friend C who, as well as being delightful, is very blunt and has no problem knocking a man into shape! She therefore fixed the pink pants wearing issue right away, and was happy to act as tutor and trainer in the kissing department. She also doesn’t have a problem with accountants.

Another match made! Next blog will discuss the joys and the sorrows of the too quick man.

Louise

I wish someone would have taken that bottle of cran away...

I’d consider myself a seasoned formal veteran. As such, I have acquired a bit of wisdom as far as formal do’s and dont’s. Whether you are a freshman going to formals for the first time or even a senior not affiliated in the Greek circuit, I have chosen a recent and epic failure at Greek formal-ing that will hopefully teach you from my mistakes… or at least give you a good laugh.

The Blind Date

Blind dates are quite common in the formal world. Twice now I have agreed to help out a friend of a friend who “just can’t get a date.” This would be the red flag for most girls – why on earth can’t this dude nab a date?! -  but I, blinded by naivete and the prospect of free food and drinks, always acquiesce. My second transgression was just a few weeks ago. We get to the place, which happened to be a $30 cab ride away, making my chances of leaving slim to hitchhiking. We pre-gamed in a hotel room, where my date doted on me. And by “doted,” I mean basically poured booze down my throat. I even started pouring drinks down the drain out of fear of being too drunk around strangers. (Go me!)

We get to the formal and since he planned it, he left me every 5 minutes to “take care of things.” He couldn’t get me a wristband for whatever reason but brought me a flask of vodka (red flag #2). I decided to have a little chat with him about expectations, which was me conveying my disinterest in anything but “cutesy dancing” and eating and drinking. As well as I thought that went, when we got to the dance floor it was obvious that “cutesy dancing” did not register on his radar, or that maybe he thought grinding me against a wall was cute.

He later asked me to accompany him to the hotel room, and I politely declined (and threw up in my mouth a little bit). Looking defeated, he hugged me (an attempt to lure me into his bed, I presume) and ended up giving me a nice cigarette burn in the process. Once that wound is gone, I hope to completely forget that formal, but I know that little round scar with be a lifelong reminder to never return to another formal again.

But even though I was scarred for life (literally), there is some good to come from this. Namely, the lessons I will pass onto you:

Lesson 1: Your best bet is to bring a “friend”

Unless you are hooking up with someone, bring a friend and set the terms before you go. “Wanna be my date to formal, you know, go as just friends?” Formals are like the older, slutty cousin of Prom; they can be a fantastic dance party extravaganza, or the longest, most awkward night of your life if you do not properly set the terms with your date.

Lesson 2: Though the drinks will be flowing, be classy

Some of the most fun formals will be hosted by fraternities that can get away with having an open bar and tons of minors. Not coincidentally, some of my most embarrassing moments in life have occurred at or after these events. No matter how good the song is, avoid break dancing, doing a split, or really any type of dance-off – you will be photographed…and tagged. Don’t skip the food to have more time and room to drink – it has never ended well for me or any sloptart I have seen do it.

Lesson 3: Hooking up with your date’s “brother” has consequences

I had a friendship ruined because of a guy bringing me as a potential hookup when I thought we were friends, and me blatantly “mingling” with his brother in front of his face. Oops! Thanks, ice luge. Chances are, if you end up with another brother and are hoping it remains a secret, it definitely won’t. Frat boys are just as gossipy as your average girl and even use their chapter email servers to send embarrassing or funny (or “fratty”) emails to and the all the bros. The truth will come out!

Lesson 4: Bring a Water Bottle

Those long bus or cab rides back are brutal after 6 hours of open bar heaven. Come prepared. Most bus companies charge $500 or more if someone hurls on the seats, and one wrong splash could get you blacklisted from fraternity events for.e.verrrrr.

That’s all for now – I am officially formal jaded!

So, I went on my blind double date last night with Bachelor #2.  Bachelor #1 goes by the name of Alex and is a huge jerk for those of you who were wondering and he’s not even work writing about.  Bachelor #2, however, is an absolute pleasure to make fun of.  I drunkenly agreed to this date last weekend and regretted it ever since.

OK, so, I took the bus to meet up with my friend Shirley from school, who is awesome, and we went to the bar to meet up with her husband, Alberto, and Alberto’s friend.  Now, Alberto is an MBA student at Harvard and that’s where Bachelor #2 comes in.  We get to the bar and B2 and I introduce ourselves and he offers to buy me a drink.  Yeah, he’s polite.  While it makes me very uncomfortable to let guys buy me drinks most of the time, I didn’t feel too bad about it when I saw this dude’s blazer and slicked back wavy hair.  Tool.  (I wasn’t going to judge him at the beginning, but now I feel like I can really reflect on every aspect of him in a negative light.) I forgot my ID somehow, which was awesome and embarrassing, especially when I accidentally tried to hand the bartender my debit card and then had to publicly dig through my purse full of notebooks and folders.  They snuck me drinks.  B2 and I got along fine, but there are some parts of the conversation that definitely make you say ‘hmm.’  For example, we were all talking about how old we are for some reason and B2 says he’s 25, I say I’m 21, Shirley said she’s 22 and was 21 when she got married, while Alberto is 25.  When B2 hears that Alberto married a 21 at the age of 25, he high-fives him.  Uh, okay.  I am 21.  Please stop.  Plus, we were talking about marriage while on a double date with a married couple, which is a bad decision in itself.

He tells me about how he went to Harvard as an undergrad and how he played football for them for a year.. about how his family is in the wine business and sells wine to businesses all over the east coast.. and about how he won a Most Entertaining award at a Harvard retreat a couple weeks earlier.  If this kid won Most Entertaining there must have been some shitty people on that retreat (except Alberto because he’s awesome and prob should’ve won the award.)  This guy also loves to dance.  That’s fine, I like to dance, but if some song he liked came on he’d start dancing and these songs are like the pop songs that Stark and I listen to when we get ready.  I eventually agree to dance with him as the bar fills up, and by the way, every person at this place was either a lesbian or a Venezuelan.  I don’t get it.  Either way, LOVES IT, right Lauren?  Oh yeah, I got a rum and coke in your honor and it was gross so thanks a lot.  I transitioned to beer immediately afterwards.  BACK TO THE STORY! We’re dancing and for some reason B2 thinks it’s a good idea to full-on grab my butt.  What?! I don’t know why he thought that would be socially acceptable.  I smacked his hand and said no.  Similar to a dog, yes?

We end up leaving the bar to go chill at his place because I couldn’t be impolite, but as we’re walking there Shirley and Alberto bounce.  Greattttttt! B2 and I go to his place and he decides it’s a good time to try and stick his entire tongue into my mouth.  This would be unfavorable if we had been kissing for a while and he had attempted it, but this was his idea of a first kiss.  Oh, and I’m not exaggerating; his ENTIRE tongue.  I move my face away and he literally makes out with the side of my face. WTF.  I tell him I have to go, he tries to get me to stay, I say no, and he points me in the direction I need to walk to get a cab.  He didn’t walk me there so of course I got lost, having the memory of a goldfish and the worst sense of direction known to man, but I eventually found some sketchy cab driver and made it home.  The saddest part about this is that I gave the guy my number earlier in the night when he still had me fooled into thinking he was a good guy. My b.

Long story short, Harvard guys are not the awkward little nerds I was hoping for.  This one lived up to every ‘egotistical’ remark you’ve ever heard about the Ivy League attendees.  Goodbye B2, you will not be missed.

Ontem, o Rio, assim como 10 outros estados brasileiros, sofreu um avassalador apagão. Nesse exato momento de breu repentino, Naná Vasconcelos, DJ Dolores, Raul Mourão e Leo Domingues, acompanhados por uma sensacional banda ocupavam de uma maneira ou de outra o palco do Oi Casagrande.

Mas desprovidos de tecnologia, sobrou o talento, que havia de sobra em todos os presentes no palco e também na platéia. Munido ora de prato, ora de berimbau, Naná foi trazendo o público de suas cadeiras para a frente do palco, iluminado apenas pelas luzes de segurança e lanternas da produção. Alguns abriram os guarda-chuvas, e todos cantavam e dançavam regidos pelo maestro Vasconcelos, que foi aos poucos sendo acompanhado por toda a banda.

Num pacífico e animado cortejo, a percussão, os metais, os convidados, todos foram caminhando até a rua, onde uma roda musical se formou, despertando a atenção dos moradores dos prédios vizinhos.

O clima era de total alegria e integração. Imagem e som inusitados como nunca antes visto, no mais real Blind Date possível. E nós queremos manter essa conectividade, portanto fizemos um vídeo de convocação. Se você tem fotos, vídeos e/ou opiniões sobre o histórico Blind Date de ontem, mande para info@multiplicidade.com ou através do nosso Twitter.

Fotos de divulgação por Rodrigo Torres.

Cal: Okay, okay, it doesn’t matter if you’re ugly as f***, or you’re ugly as s***. It’s about talking to women, and I know how to do that because I observe, because I am a novelist.
Andy Stitzer: What? You never told me that before.
Cal: That’s because I’m not an arrogant prick, Andy.

Let’s talk about how judgmental I am. Or observant, depending on your take of the situation (I like you already, People Who Think I’m Just Overly Observant).

Match.com has made me come face-to-face with something I already sort-of grapple with on a daily basis- the snap judgment.

I’m not proud of this aspect of my personality. Nobody, including me, likes to think that they can be sized up completely based on a few random observations. It can make me catty and mean. It can make me WRONG. Oh, so wrong. So wrong that I want to crawl into a hole somewhere and be comforted by no one but my wrongness.

Usually, though, I happen to be right. And those moments of rightness just spur me on. And so, the cycle continues.

Last night, I posed a question to my Facebook page. Namely, is it wrong to dismiss a guy you’ve been talking to because of his frequent use/misuse of LOL. And exclamation points.

Out of roughly fifteen comments, half of them said “Yes” and the other half said “Ditch him. LOL!” (Basically. I worded the question wrong so I spent thirty minutes deciphering what the “Yes” and “No’s” meant) And now I’m more unsure than ever.

Other things that have made me want to run in the other direction, in the week that I’ve been doing this online dating exercise:

- A hefty guy who goes on and on about how he wants a “healthy” girl. Technically, I’m an extremely healthy size 9. Technically, he is NOT. Is it wrong to say, “See ya”?

- Writes sonnets. Plays guitar. Would play guitar TO ME.

- Badly worded sentences, makes me think English might be his second language. Then see “born and raised in Illinois.” Some people are just not word-happy. Is that so wrong? (Yes. No. I don’t know. My head hurts.)

- Doesn’t watch TV. Is that really that big of a deal? (Yes. Oh God. WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT ME?)

- Is young and divorced. I really didn’t know what to make of this one.

I don’t even know where to leave this post. Except to say that the list goes on and on. And I know we joke about “dealbreakers” but what if we’re too dealbreaker-happy? What if I’m too dealbreaker-happy, so worried about another classic case of Fruit Blindness?

Oh, help. Help, help, help.

— One thing I’m not unsure about- Dear Straight Men, if you are on a dating site like this, do NOT take a picture of yourself with your camera in a darkened room. You ALL look like murderers. I don’t care if your mom is on the couch in the corner, cuddling puppies with a rainbow shooting out of her face. You look like you want to eat my insides with an oaky Chianti. —

Os 5 ganhadores dos ingressos (individuais) para o Blind Date hoje são: @raphaelquintao, @CarlosTrilha_, @pituquete, @isabelskywalker e @marcinho. Parabéns! Por favor deixem nome completo nos comentários até 18h. Nosso Blind Date começa 21h. Até lá!

Conheci Mr. Blind por uma idéia idiota do Querido Mais Querido. Normal é algo que eu não sou, então topei e conheci a peça. E o negócio tá rolando. Ele realmente é um amor e está me fazendo muito bem, então eu lembrei de um check list que fiz em Janeiro e decidi confrontá-lo com o que o Mr. Blind realmente tem a me oferecer:

Celular pós-pago: Pois é. Acho que esse é um dos maiores defeitos dele. O celular dele é pré e tá sempre sem crédito. Óbvio que a criatura nunca ousou me ligar a cobrar, pois eu seria capaz de mandá-lo pro inferno.

Carro: Ele tem carro. Divide com a mãe, mas quem se importa? Ele pode se dar ao luxo de vir na minha casa anytime!

MSN e Orkut: E agora, até Twitter! Ele tem tudo. E o utiliza para, entre outras coisas, falar comigo.

Simpatia: Ele é muito simpático, preciso admitir. Ele fala pelos cotovelos e, apesar de um pouco tímido com quem não conhece, ele conversa, interage, etc.

Tem que beber: E a criança bebe, viu?

Acho que eu posso abrir mão da questão do pós-pago, né?

Garanta já seu ingresso para esse encontro único e exclusivo de Naná Vasconcelos e DJ Dolores com projeções de Raul Mourão e Leo Domingues. Os artistas terão toda a liberdade para criar a partir do improviso, e por isso o resultado surpreendente só pode ser visto amanhã, no Oi Casagrande.

Blind dates – risky business…

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The new one takes me for wine and oysters, and a few hours later, single malts and charcuterie. We talk about the oysters and other important details of the evening, like the herbed gravity bong, the truffled popcorn and the handful of characters behind the bar. When our lips meet our chins do, too. His hands hold my shoulders. My fingers touch is cheeks. We smell like fine grained booze and thinly sliced meats. We taste like smoke and the aftermath of an expensive date with an effusive appetite.

Terça que vem tem Blind Date no Oi Casagrande com Naná Vasconcelos + DJ Dolores + Raul Mourão + Leo Domingues. Esse blind date só vai ter surpresa boa, por isso queremos ver todos vocês lá. E para dar o incentivo inicial, sortearemos um ingresso duplo para que você não perca esse encontro único.

As regras são as seguintes:

-Siga o @multiplicidade_
-Twitte: Blind Date é @multiplicidade_ – http://migre.me/aOQz
-Pronto!

É fundamental que o link faça parte da mensagem! O sorteio será feito amanhã às 22h através do Sorteie.me. Boa sorte!

Update: Saiu o resultado. Quem ganhou um par de ingressos para o Blind Date, na próxima terça, foi @ffeliz ! Parabéns. Agora é só mandar e-mail para chico@multiplicidade.com com nome completo e RG.

Tom Welliing as Clark Kent and Erica Durance as Lois Lane in "Smallville" -- Image via CWTV.com

A picture is worth a thousand words and no…your eyes do not deceive you. If you seen the promo for “Crossfire”, this is an episode that certainly delivers on what it infers. Lois tries out for a morning show with Clark and Clark agrees as he is trying to get on Lois’s good side so that he can ask her out again. The audition doesn’t go too well but the producer notices something in how Lois and Clark interact while the camera wasn’t rolling and she asks both of them to come back to do the show as a team. While out on the town, Oliver (Justin Hartley) tries to help a young street girl, Mia aka Speedy (guest star Elise Gatien), who he has seen fight and offers to train her. Meanwhile Chloe tries to hack into Tess’s system in order to find the Kandorians.

Lois and Clark’s first morning show assignment was to find themselves online dates so both Lois and Clark fill out online dating profiles. Clark fills out his profile honestly while Lois tries to make her profile “classy”. For example she puts down that she enjoys the theater when Clark corrects her and says that she enjoys “movie” theater. Clark assures her that she doesn’t need to embellish her profile in order to attract a guy because she is great as she is. Lois puts him on the spot and asks him what qualities make her great and Clark stumbles to find the words and simply says that “you’re Lois”! Here are the rest of the episode highlights:

• At the Luthor mansion, Tess is holding some sort of meeting and presents her latest project which is in conjunction with RAO corporation in order to produce a self-sustaining solar powered building in effort of being green. She is interrupted by Zod whom she is surprised to see and he reveals that he is the new chairman of RAO corporation and thus her new financial backer. Later when everyone leaves, Tess asks what is the catch for the financial funding and Zod says that he wants her to tell him who the Blur is. Tess dances around the question and says that she doesn’t know who the identity of the Blur is. Zod doesn’t believe her as when he went to acquire more samples of the blood used to save the city from a deadly zombie virus, all of the samples were destroyed as ordered by Tess.



• Clark’s date was first and while Clark waited for his date he had to wear an earpiece. On the other end of the line was Lois who was monitoring the camera setup and she could also hear Clark’s audio feed as well as communicate with Clark. To Lois’s surprise, Clark’s date was intelligent and pretty and Lois gets a little jealous as Clark’s blind date interview was captured on camera well.
• Lois stops by Oliver’s in order to get some advice [from Oliver] for her upcoming blind date because she wants to do a good rather a better job than Clark. She seeks Oliver’s help because she wants to know her quirks that may have annoyed him when they dated so that she could avoid them on her date. Oliver says that he only remembered the good things about her when they dated. It seems that Oliver and Lois are having a moment, when Mia (Elise Gatien) comes into the room wearing nothing but a towel asking for money. Oliver explains that they were just sparring but Lois doesn’t buy it (as she thinks Mia is a prostitute) and she leaves.
• At the watchtower, Chloe continues to try to hack into Tess’s computer systems but she encounters firewall after firewall which one of Tess’s employees, Stuart, was throwing at her.
• Back at Oliver’s place, Mia is about to leave but Oliver catches her trying to steal his $50,000 watch. Mia apologizes and says that she owes this guy named Rick money and she believes that if she pays him what she owes that she can move on. Oliver volunteers to front her the money but she believes that there is a catch. Oliver assures her that there is no catch because he wants to help her make something out of her life. Oliver then hands Mia his car keys and asks her to drive him someplace.
• Lois is at the Ace of Clubs as she prepares for her date with Clark looking on while communicating over their earpieces. Lois is rather nervous and asks for a drink and Clark jokes that a drink is the last thing she needs. She then asks Clark how she looks and he says that “if this was a prom, you would be prom queen”. Lois smiles and Clark continues and says that “her date is a lucky man”. Lois flirts with Clark and suggest that he sounds jealous and Clark plays it off then she continues and says that “all’s fair in love in war”. Clark then asks which will it be for their relationship – love or war? Lois then asks Clark if that was his way of asking her out again. Clark acts all coy and asks if he were, what would what would she say. Lois is about to answer when her date enters the room and it is Oliver! Lois is confused and asks Oliver if he really was her date, and he said that he paid off her “real” date so that he can talk to her.
• Meanwhile Mia is in an alleyway where she meets Rick and turns over Oliver’s car keys to him in order to pay off her debt. Rick says it isn’t that easy to get off the hook and tells her that he isn’t going to let her go. He then demands Mia to take him to where she dropped Oliver beforehand.
• Lois and Oliver’s date continue and Oliver jests and says that he hijacked the date thinking that it would be good for ratings if her date was with Metropolis’ “Most Eligible Bachelors”. Oliver then gets serious and explains that Mia is a girl that he is helping out and that he still has feelings for her (Lois) and that “she is still in his heart”. Lois has a look of pure panic on her face and asks for the check and drags Oliver to the balcony as Clark asks Lois what’s wrong and Lois apologizes to Clark and takes out her earpiece. Without the cameras rolling, Oliver explains to Lois that he said all that he said on camera so she would know that he was serious and he reiterates that he is still in love with her. Lois tells Oliver that she loves him, but as a dear friend. Oliver then realizes that Lois has feelings for Clark and asks her about it. Lois admits that she has feelings for Clark! Oliver then tells her that he is happy for her but it hurts that he isn’t the one that she wants.



• Oliver heads to the alleyway when he notices that Mia is waiting in the car for him. Lois then catches up to him and tells him that she doesn’t want him wandering in the dark. Oliver laughs and says that he is in a better place and offers to introduce Lois to Mia. Oliver approaches the car and knocks on the window. Mia is still and then looks at him and apologizes when Rick throws a blow to the back of Oliver’s head and points his gun at Lois.
• At the studio, the producer shows the promo cut out poster for Lois and Clark’s show but Clark is a bit saddened because he thinks Lois may want to with Oliver.



• Back to the alleyway, Oliver is thrown into the trunk of his car then Lois starts fighting back but she is quickly subdued and Rick points a gun at her. Rick’s henchmen hold her back and her earpiece drops and it turns on in the process. Rick is about to shoot Lois when Mia kicks the gun out of his hand and she picks it up and points it at Rick. Rick teases her and says that she doesn’t have the guts to shoot her and takes his gun back. He then points the gun back at Lois and just as he is about to shoot, Oliver punches Rick and he helps Lois escape.



• At the studio, Clark hears all of the commotion over Lois’s earpiece and he quickly speeds off. Lois and Oliver escape to a nearby building but Rick catches up to them. He points the gun at them as Oliver covers Lois’s face and Rick starts to fire but before the shots reach Oliver, Clark (in Blur attire) steps in front of the bullets and uses his heat vision on Rick’s gun and knocks him out but before the gun breaks he manages to fire one last shot but Clark is able to catch the bullet within a few millimeters from Oliver’s face. Oliver then looks at Clark and he speeds away before Lois sees him. Lois looks up and breaths a sigh of relief and she hugs Oliver as Clark looks on from a nearby building.
• Meanwhile at the Luthor mansion, Tess is looking at her building plans and she gets upset and vows that Zod will respect her. All of a sudden one of her security guards enters and she asks him to leave but it turns out that he is one of Zod’s men. He then delivers a message to Tess from Zod stating that she either tells him the identity of the Blur or she’ll die.
• Later Chloe talks to Clark about her hacking dilemma and on her 100th firewall breach, Stuart leaves a video message stating that no one will be able to get past him and holds up his hand to the monitor. From the video, Chloe is able to pull up his identity through his hand’s fingerprints and she tells Clark that they should recruit him to be on their side. Clark asks Chloe what would be Stuart’s incentive to leave Tess’s operations and Chloe says she thinks she’ll be able to pull up info on Stuart that would coerce him to change sides. Afterward, Clark talks to Chloe about the whole Oliver and Lois situation and he says that he thinks he should back away. Chloe tells Clark that he should just stop second guessing everything and he should go after what he wants.
• Zod is drinking coffee at a cafe and closes his eyes briefly. When he opens his eyes he finds an envelope in front of him. He opens the envelope and finds dog tags with blood on them (from the soldier that was threatening Tess). He looks around and then he sees Tess standing across the street drinking coffee as she raises her cup to him and then disappears.
• Chloe arranges a meeting between her and Stuart and presents him an envelope with a lot of information on him and he agrees to join their side.
• Oliver cruises around in his car when he finds Mia on a street corner he gestures her to come into his car and she accepts as well as the job he has offered her.
• Back at the Planet, Lois is a little upset as Clark approaches her. She tells him that the producers of the morning show have decided to go with Clark’s blind date as the solo host of their morning show. She continues as Clark tries to get her attention but she keeps on talking. Finally Clark decides to pull Lois close and he kisses her.

Next week’s episode is “Kandor”. Click here to watch the episode promo and read a description of the episode.

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Ist es Ironie des Schicksal das mein besagtes erstes Blind Date, welches sich kürzlich als total unspannend bewiesen hatte, heute ein nächstes Date anregt – und zwar den Besuch eines schaurigen Frankenstein-Halloween-Events?!

DAS geht wirklich zu weit, gruseln kann ich mich nämlich auch so schon ganz gut. Vor langweiligen Männern.