kat’s eye view

(Green Light - John Legend) - concert @ RIMAC Arena, UCSD (i had great seats)

one-night stand is usually conceived from the bottom of a beer bottle, martini glass, or any other container used to hold an alcoholic beverage. (Or just pure alcohol, the rubbing kind…) It’s not a well thought-out action is what I’m trying to get at and just like the name, it happens just once.

So the question is: Why Just Once?

Right before all the clothes start flying off, a one-night stand is a great idea. You’re in the heat of the moment (probably drunk) and horny as hell (cuz you’re drunk) and then the clothes actually DO come off and you’re wondering “What the fuck am I doing?” and the question loops in your mind over and over again until you accept the fact that you have just engaged in a One Night Stand.

There is a high probability that the first time with anyone is awkward and bad.

You don’t know each other’s bodies. How he moves and grooves and quite honestly, you don’t think it’s natural for toes to curl back that far. Which could be the reason why the night ends as it starts. Now, if the experience is a good one (to both parties) then you’ve just made a friend. A friend with benefits (FWB) or in my terms FTF and the “One-Night Stand” title gets dismissed.

Sweeeet, you’re not really a slut-bag.

One-Night Stand Do’s & Don’ts (but mostly don’ts)

1. Do not stay overnight. Get in, get out, and move on with your life.
2. Do not kiss/hug goodbye.
3. Do not ask if they’re free next weekend.
4. Do not call the next day. Or ever.
5. Do not ask if they have a significant other. It’s too late to care.
6. DO have a good time. It is what it is, you’re there, have fun with it.

*I am by no means promoting promiscuity or am I airing out my dirty laundry. & remember, no glove = no love, no balloon = no party.*

My Blues Class Homework: (lyrics to a AAB format blues song) but I got rid of one of the lines since it repeats.

I saw you through a window, and oh you looked so fine.

I wished so badly that I could hold you and were all mine.

I mustered enough courage to ask for your name.

You winked and smiled and I knew you were game.

I fell in love at our first touch.

I just hoped you wouldn’t be too much.

Everyone said we looked great together,

I knew we could last forever.

It wasn’t until I was ready to buy,

I couldn’t have you, and it made me cry.

The sexiest pair of shoes in the whole wide world.

Came with a price tag that I couldn’t afford.            

But I bought them anyway.

Now it’s my rent I cannot pay. 

love @ first sight

When you can say those two sentences to the same person, that’s when you’ve found THE ONE.

I took my very first drag of a cigarette behind an old abandoned apartment building in K-town at the tender age of 12. At 13, I smoked my first full cigarette in my own backyard while my parents were at church like they were every Friday night. It was Marlboro Red cigarette that I got from my Jewish friend, Irena, and saved it in my Day Planner organizer in the ziploc pouch portion of it.

I obviously did not have access to cigarettes on a regular basis at this young age, but as I got older and made friends that were even older than I was, the beginnings of a full-fledged addiction had started.

A decade, plus a couple years later: I am still smoking.

I started with Marlboro Reds, then Benson & Hedges Menthol Lights, Marlboro Lights, Parliment Lights, Camel Turkish Gold, and now Camel Lights.

I want to quit.

When I do, it’ll be documented here as a new series: “Kat - The Diary of a Non-Smoker”