fanatsy island…tell me about your fantasy hero

I’ve blogged about this before, but I feel like it’s time to resurrect one of my favorite topics. The Alpha Male.

I love a bad boy. Always have. Over the years I’ve realized that the bad boy is my fantasy…one that I never wanted as my life partner. Not that Fishdog isn’t a bit of a bad boy—he totally is. Bald head, long goatee, loud and confident. (all he’s missing is an eyebrow piercing and a tattoo—he’s thinking about the tattoo. Don’t think I’ll ever convince him to pierce his eyebrow.) Either way, he definitely looks the part. But overall, he’s a teddy bear. He’s the perfect guy for me in real life.

But I’m not talking real life today; I’m talking about fantasy world.

I know there are women out there who love to read/watch/fantasize about the ‘Beta’ hero. As Kwana says “Apples and oranges.” I have no problem with a Beta man. In the real world, they make the great partners (for some women). But for me, when I’m indulging in a fantasy, it’s all about the attitude. And Betas just don’t have what I’m looking for.

It’s not just about a hot body and a pretty face (although, truth be told, that doesn’t hurt) it’s about mind-set and self-assurance. Shy is cute, but confidence turns me on.

Look at DeAnna on the Bachelorette. Who was she the most attracted to? Graham. He was confident and cocky and very closed off. But his aura was sex-on-a-stick. Was he the right guy for her? Nope. But could she stay away? Nope. The air sizzled when they were together. All that sexual frustration would end up coming out—usually in the form of a fight. What they needed was one week all alone without any clothing. They were never going to have a real relationship, but damn they would’ve had fun getting all that out of their system with some hot, sweaty, monkey-love.

Louisa blogged about this not too long ago. Her question was: how tough is too tough. Well for me, it’s not about actually being tough. (Though I’m not opposed to a tough guy). For me, Alpha/Bad-Boy really is all in the attitude. You can be an electrician or an accountant and still be Alpha. Or a snowboarder. Look at Jesse on the Bachelorette. He’s soft spoken and quiet most of the time, but his confidence is off the charts. It’s damn sexy…and it is the reason he’s in the final two. But will he be the one she picks? Probably not. Because the thing that draws us to an Alpha is the very thing that makes them a difficult life partner—they’re not easily complemented. DeAnna and Graham butted heads because they were both very Alpha. Sexual tension was so thick between them, but other than that, they were oil and water. Jesse and DeAnna would do the same. Even though he has a bit of both, I think the bad boy in him would be hard to settle down. And that’s what she wants more than anything right now.

But that’s why Alphas make such awesome fantasies, because we don’t want to change them, we want to believe we’re the perfect complement to them! However, I’m not sure that’s possible in real life.

What do you think? Can a true Alpha make a good real life hero? Or is it that impossible? I think real life heroes are a good mix of Alpha/Beta (would that make them Gamma?) but when I fantasize, I like my men damn near Cro-Magnon. Okay, with smaller foreheads and a better vocabulary…but you get the picture.

Tell me, oh blog readers, what do you think? And guys—what about the chicks? Do you like them with confidence or do you prefer them pretty, pliable, and mute? The less expressive the better? Or is that just your fantasy girl? Seriously, I’m curious. What type of girls do guys fantasize about (and I’m not just talking about a nice set of tits).

Go on. Talk amongst yourselves.

back to the grind

Well, I’ve recovered from the British invasion…though seriously, if they all showed back up tomorrow, I’d do it all over again. The best thing about these guys (besides how unbelievably freaking hot they are) is that they’re just really great lads. We make new friends every year…and we love it.

Today I’m blogging over at Fictionistas talking about Summertime…did you have a summer job or was it your job to play?

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Here’s a few more pics from last week…for your enjoyment.





Fishdog is the real hero of the week. 🙂

sometimes (oftentimes) I wonder…

How Fishdog and I coexist.

right now, he’s watching a movie that is driving me nucking futs. THE LADIES MAN with Jerry Lewis. Yes, Jerry Lewis. If it were THE LADIES MAN, the Tim Meadows movie, I’d probably watch with him…but no, it’s Jerry Freaking Lewis.

The man drives me batty. Fucktackularly batty.

Unfortunately, we’re like this a lot when it comes to movies. He likes Zatôichi and other kung fu and old black and movies that break out into song in the middle of dialogue. He likes stupid old war movies that I’d rather eat a lightbulb than watch.

It’s kind of endearing. Sometimes. But right now, with Jerry Lewis’s whiny voice in the background, it is NOT endearing. At. All.

sucked in

You’ll notice from my Twitter announcements on the side that I was sucked in to The Bachelorette last night. Sigh. I don’t know why I do this to myself. Seriously.

Once you start watching, you can’t look away. It’s a proven fact!
Last night did not disappoint in the realm of what-the-fuckedness. (new word. add it to your daily glossary) We had a dude I now call “Football-for-Jesus”. Look, I have no problem with your faith being #1 in your life, but c’mon. You don’t proclaim Jesus and I’m a virgin the moment you step off the limo. Dude is a pro-football player. Too bad I can’t remember his real name or I’d google him. Hang on, let me see…Okay, his name is Ryan and he plays football in Minneapolis. I’ll admit to gaping at the TV when Deanna gave “Football-for-Jesus” dude a rose.

But the biggest shocker? When she kept the Karate Kid.

O.M.G

Dude was the biggest knob. An absolute tool.

First off, his hair was a hot, greasy, mess. Usually I dig long hair, not on this dude. Secondly, did I mention that he was a knob? Cuz he was.

Many of the guys were doing stupid things to get Deanna’s attention. One dude jumped into the pool with his suit on, then took it off, showing the world his speedo bathing suit with Deanna’s name printed on the bottom.
One dude called her with a duck-call. Yeah. I’m not kidding.
But the Karate Kid? He took the snowboarder dude (who I actually really liked) and placed a lemon on a plastic cup on top of the snowboarder’s head and then kicked it off. Like a 13 year old boy trying to impress a girl in front of his gang. Snowboarder dude said, “If you miss, when I wake up, I’m gonna punch you in the balls five times.” Awesome.

But Deanna ended up giving the Karate Kid a rose. I’m sure she was instructed to keep him. That’s the only reason I can imagine why she would’ve. Biggest. Knob. Ever.
The best part about watching the show? Fishdog watched with me. His commentary was priceless. I may never watch this show without him again.

still working

BITE ME is going well. Thanks for asking.

Fishdog posted a few pics from our weekend on his blog. It hurts to remember.

Ian has his first track meet today. I have to find out what time his events are so we can go. The meet is supposed to last from 5:30 til 9:00. Unfortunately for my son, I’m just not that dedicated. Don’t judge me.

I’m about to start week 3 of my diet and things are going well. Oh? I didn’t tell you about my diet? Well, I joined The Diet Center and so far, it’s been fairly easy. I weigh in tomorrow. I’ll keep you posted.

I also made Fishdog join. I figure I shouldn’t have to suffer alone. He’s only going to do it for 4 weeks through the center and then keep it up on his own. He’ll be more than halfway to his goal by the end of the 4 weeks anyway. I won’t reach my goal until the end of August…and that’s IF I stick to it the entire time. I’m going on vacation twice this year…to Boston in a month and then to San Francisco. So, I’m not sure I’ll meet my goal by end of Aug. Maybe end of September.

Rhonda is blogging about what she didn’t do on Spring Break over at Fictionistas.

Topic of chatter today: Do you often find the 2nd book of a series to be disappointing? Like maybe it’s less about the characters and more about set up for the next story? I have noticed that a lot lately…it’s becoming a bit frustrating, especially when the books are 500+ pages. (*koff* NEW MOON *koff*)

birthday recap


Backstory to set up Friday morning:
I have been married to Fishdog for 1 month shy of 15 years. I know him pretty well. He rarely surprises me–especially on big days like birthdays, anniversaries, etc. He doesn’t like to spend money, so if there is something that we want that is over $50, it really is tough on him. He just won’t buy it. I knew that I was going to have to buy my own Awesome Pink iPod Nano. I’ve been wanting one since forever. I have asked for one more times than I can remember. I had already decided that if I didn’t get one for my birthday, I would be buying it myself.

I get out of bed Friday morning and shuffle to my computer to check email and lust over my white trash crushes one more time.

Fishdog gets up and says, “You got that bean juice going yet?”

“Nope.”

“Why not.”

“We’re out.”

“Go see.”

“You go see.”

Heavy sigh. about 10 mins go by and I’m in the kitchen fixing me a glass of water.

Fishdog: “Hey, while you’re there, check on the coffee.”

Me: “Honey, it’s my birthday, you should be making me coffee.”

“Just check on the coffee woman!”

“Fine.”

I open the container, and there is my iPod.

He does learn!

Thanks, honey. You rock.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day!