Author: Kiki E.

  • ADVICE FROM DAD – “THE THRILL OF THE CHASE”

    ADVICE FROM DAD – “THE THRILL OF THE CHASE”

    Best. Dad. Ever.

    I am typically not a proponent for rules… especially when they come from my father.  Throughout the years, he has given me “advice” (his word… I always felt like they were more like “rules”) about how to deal with the opposing (ahem… I mean opposite) sex.  I have made my fair share of mistakes while breaking these fatherly tips… and, much to my chagrin, I found that most of what my father taught me was absolutely correct.  Here is a bit of his wisdom  (condensed for your use) that I have gathered from age 4 until now.

    1. Do not be readily available. An available woman is a desperate woman.  Think of it this way… if he asks you if you are available later that evening and you say, “Yes!” you either a) had no plans (boooooring) or b) had plans and broke them to hang out with him (bad move, woman).  Either way, you come off as lonely/uninteresting or desperate (by immediately making him a priority), respectively.  Now, I’m not saying the three-day rule (asking you out three days in advance) needs to be instated.  That is likely highly impractical in our time of instant gratification and the text message.  However, he should have the respect to ask you for your time a minimum of 24 hours in advance.  If he doesn’t, he either thought of you last minute (clearly you are not a priority to him) or he doesn’t respect your time and schedule enough to plan (just slightly) ahead.  So, be busy.  Book your week solid if you feel like it.  If he asks you out, he’ll realize you’re worth the wait.

    2. Do not pursue him. This notion may seem out-dated, but it’s not.  It’s actually spot-on.  One of my favorite quotes is from The Second Neurotic’s Notebook and was penned by Mignon McLaughlin: “Men enjoy being thought of as hunters, but are generally too lazy to hunt.  Women, on the other hand, love to hunt, but would rather nobody knew it.”  It’s true.  A successful woman… one with a career, wonderful friends, a killer sense of humor, ridiculous intelligence, varied interests, and style to-die-for (much like you, kitten)… likely feels that she should also get to control the success and outcome of her romantic relationships.  Not so.  The interesting part about romance (and, trust me, my inner feminist is punching me) is that the man must, when it comes to the game of love, take the lead.  The second you attempt to chase him, you become unattractive.  The explanation of this has yet to be found; it’s just something that is a fact.  So, take a deep breath, quiet your controlling nature, and be patient.  Maybe he isn’t too lazy to hunt… you just hadn’t given him the chance.

    3. Set boundaries. Men, though wonderfully fascinating and oftentimes stupor inducing creatures, have the ability to behave much like a toddler.  Just as a child will continue sneaking an extra cookie after dinner if nothing is done about it, men sneak the extra cookie in life.  Now, you should certainly not be controlling.  That is not only unattractive… it’s just wrong.  People are individuals and should not be controlled… however, guidelines or boundaries as to the kind of treatment that you will or will not accept is necessary.  It shows that you respect yourself.  And, my love, I hope that you do respect yourself.  The behavior of the male might not be malicious, it likely isn’t, but it may bother you.  Let’s say that he cancels on you at the last minute.  In his mind, he’s thinking, “We’ll just reschedule.  No big deal.”  In your mind, you may be thinking, “Does he have any idea that I spent the whole day thinking about this?  I got an extra workout in, got a manicure, bought a new dress and some new lipgloss, and shaved my legs for nothing!”  And then you respond, aloud (or via text) “Sure. No problem. See you soon!”  No. Absolutely not.  You also shouldn’t respond with all of your internal frustration.  Just put your little foot down.  State that you understand that life can get in the way, but that you don’t appreciate being cancelled on and you hope that it doesn’t happen again.  If it happens again, you have your answer.  If you’re worth it to him, it won’t happen… and you also have your answer.

    4. Spend ample time apart. Though it is easy and, surely, tempting to spend every waking (and sleeping) moment together when you are in the first throes of an interlude with a man do. not. do. it.  Seriously.  The fastest way to kill a flame is by smothering it.  Give your flame a little room to breathe.  By having your own life, separate and apart from him, you will never run out of things to talk about.  You will never become stale or predictable.  You will also remain just as fabulous as you were before you met him (read Why Falling In Love is a Stupid Thing to Do as a warning).  You will become sick of one another if you fall into a routine/rut too quickly.  Try to spend at least twice the amount of time apart as you do together (if not more).  Do this for quite some time.  It’s part of the thrill of the chase.  It goes back to the idea of letting him hunt.  You don’t like being prey? Don’t think of it that way.  Think of it as being a catch.

    5. Be mysterious. Have you ever been talking to a man about your day and watched his eyes glaze over?  Odds are high that you were sharing far too many details (what you ate, the dilemma you were in over choosing the leopard top over the silk button-down, what your friends said, etc.).  It is not that what you are saying is unimportant to him.  My father always explained to me that men are “point people” (a nice way of saying that they’re always thinking, “Get to the point.”).  He does want to know about you… the important things.  Leave the trivial things out.  Talk about the little things with your girlfriends or your mother (or both).  They actually enjoy hearing about those things (or at least have learned the ability to feign interest).  Give him the big picture.  He’ll likely start wondering what else you did that day.  He’ll ask questions.  Summation: everything comes down to the hunt.  Let him find out about you.  Don’t just offer information.  If he wants to know, he’ll ask.

    6. Men hate being pressured. I don’t know what is in the biological (hay)wiring of some women, but I wish it wasn’t there.  Some women bring up children, marriage, love, commitment, plans six months in the future, or all of the above within the first few months (weeks! or days!) of getting to know someone.  Watch the aforementioned someone run for the hills.  Or at least stop calling. Or returning calls.  This pressure is entirely unnecessary.  It’s horrible (like poison) for your hopes of a potential relationship (or at least a healthy one).  More importantly, it’s horrible for you.  So much of that pressure that women put on men comes from the pressure that they put on themselves.  Sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride.  The second the ride becomes unenjoyable you can recognize it (pressure free) and disembark.  Look at relationships as experiences, not contracts.  When the experience feels good, stick with it.

    The bottom line is simple, though it may seem antiquated or barbaric: men are hunters.  Today’s men might not be the most adept, skilled, or even able hunters… but that’s likely because we don’t let them do the hunting.  Take the reins in regards to your own life… but consider allowing him to take the reins in your relationship… at least sometimes.

  • SWINGING RUFFLES

    SWINGING RUFFLES

    Ever since I was a little girl… I have loved swing sets.  I had already spent part of my day at the zoo… so I figured my childish antics might as well continue.  I drove over to my kindergarten playground to spend a bit of time reminiscing.  As I stepped into the tiny sandbox, I found that I remembered it vividly… it was as if nothing had changed.  I ran over and jumped on the swings.  I swung as high as I could.  At the peak, I realized how high I was… or how high it seemed… and I got familiar scared/happy butterflies in my stomach.  It was the exact same exhilarating feeling I had experienced at this exact same spot 20 years earlier.  As my “childhood” themed week came to an end, I was hit with the happy realization: I was still that same five-year-old girl. Just taller.

    Shirt, Love Culture. Belt, Ralph Lauren. Jeans, Lucky's. Watch, Michael Kors.
  • FABULOUS EVENT – LIVE LIKE A KID

    FABULOUS EVENT – LIVE LIKE A KID

    Wearing childlike clothes {number 1} after playing on the beach {number 2} enjoying my Slurpee and McD's cheeseburger {number 3}… Glamorous? No. Fabulous? Yes.

    Remember when your biggest concern was what cartoon to watch or whether you should save the marshmallows in your Lucky Charms for the last bite?  Life can still be like that. To undertake the challenge of living like a kid, you must do it on a weekend (whatever your weekend may be… my “weekend” is typically on a Wednesday, as my events business keeps me busy on the weekend) because you are NOT allowed to do anything that is work related or on a to-do list. I set about attempting to live an entire day in the most childlike way possible.  As I write this, I am smiling from ear to ear and thoroughly exhausted.  It’s a wonderful feeling.  Follow these simple guidelines and let the good times roll.

    1. Wear something comfortable, bright, and easy to play in. As a kid, if something was itchy, scratchy, or tight… you probably wouldn’t wear it.  So, why would you wear it now? Bright colors are what kids gravitate toward for a reason… bright colors make you happy.  I’m sure there’s a scientific study out there somewhere that backs me up on this.  Also, your clothes shouldn’t limit you from being able to play (see number 2).  To take my own advice, I donned a bright turquoise bikini (it was bright and sunny out… I had to be prepared!), wore a loose and flowing hot pink sundress, and a pair of flip-flops.  I didn’t match… my look was all over the place… and I had on barely any makeup.  It felt like freedom.

    2. Get outside and play. Kids crave activity and the outdoors.  Playing outdoors is the most natural thing in the world to children. Due to the comfortable clothing I was wearing and the summer-like Santa Barbara weather, my sister and I decided to head to the beach.  We laughed, talked, ran around in the sand, and spent the day pondering what we were going to do when we grew up.  After a couple hours in the sun, we were smiling and hungry.  It was snack time.

    3. Eat what tastes good. Kids are picky (or at least pretend to be picky) so they end up with a diet that consists of sugar, macaroni and cheese, chicken fingers, and pasta.  Clearly, it would be unhealthy to subsist on this kind of a diet.  However, an occasional sugar induced food coma is not the worst thing in the world. After my sister and I were were exhausted and sunbeaten from our day playing on the beach, I craved a Slurpee.  And a cheeseburger.  Normally, I would tell myself to have either just one or the other.  That is what the adult me would do.  I reminded myself that this was all about the child in me.  So, I got both.  de.light.ful. {Note: I ended up in an unproductive sugar and carb induced stupor approximately 30 minutes after I finished eating… which resulted in a nap… read on}

    4. If you are tired, take a nap. Kids nap frequently.  They have the ability to fall asleep at 2pm on a couch in front of cartoons just because they are a bit weary.  Adults do the opposite.  They attempt to maintain a productive workday and power through their sleepy afternoon slump until they end up hitting their evening exhaustion.  After my Slurpee binge, I lay my head down to rest.  Normally, I would spend this time attempting to work (while being only 15% productive due to my tired inability to focus).  Instead, I napped.  I woke up 30 minutes later refreshed and ready to play some more.

    5. Play dress up. Children love to pretend and love to dress up.  I used to love putting on my mother’s make-up and having her paint my nails.  One of the benefits of actually being an adult is having a car and money so that playing dress-up is a bit more fun than it used to be.  My sister and I decided (on a very childlike whim) to go get manicures.  Instead of my normal neutral (ahem, professional) manicure… I decided to go with bubblegum pink.  My sister said I looked like a Barbie doll.  Pretty sure the child inside of me squealed with delight.

    6. Watch a movie as a family. Family movie night is something that children love.  Snuggling on the couch.  Popcorn and candy.  Getting to stay up a bit past their normal bedtime.  I remember adoring family movie night.  So, on our way back from getting a manicure, I picked up my phone and asked my parents if they wanted to have a family movie night.  They were all about it.  We watched the movie together, all laughing in the same room.  By 9pm, I felt tired, cozy, happy, and safe.  I felt little again.  Fabulous.

    At the end of my childlike day, I am sleepy, a bit sunburned, craving even more sugar, sporting bright pink nails, and I. am. happy.  I suggest you go live your day as a kid.  You won’t regret it.

  • MIXED METALS

    MIXED METALS

    Jacket, F21. Necklace and shirt, Love Culture. Jeans, Red Engine. Watch, Michael Kors. Shoes, Banana Republic.

    I had yet another day in which I was a child again.  This time, my childhood prerogative was avoidance… Avoiding responsibility, reality, and all things that may require heavy thought.  I threw on my modern day coat of armor (a quilted leather jacket with chain detailing) and covered myself in silver and rose gold accents (I’m all for mixed metals).  I met my best friend in the world (my sister) for a long chat and a bottle of wine and I bought some fresh flowers for my place.  At the end of the night, I tucked myself into bed and drifted off to sleep.  It’s good to be little again.

  • SEVEN LESSONS YOU LEARN BEFORE AGE SEVEN

    SEVEN LESSONS YOU LEARN BEFORE AGE SEVEN

    Childhood, if you were blessed enough to have a good one, teaches you virtually everything you need to know to be a successful (and happy) adult.  Grown-ups are just bigger versions of children at play.  My childhood was an incredibly happy one and I look back on it often and fondly.  If your childhood wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine… fear not.  Review the lessons below and live your childhood now.  It is never too late for a second (or third… or fourth) childhood.  So, sticking with this week’s theme of childhood: here are seven life lessons that you should understand by the time you are seven (or seventeen… or fifty-seven).

    1. When a boy pulls your pigtails or throws sand at you… he likes you. This may not be the healthiest life lesson, but it’s an accurate one.  The little boy who trips you or steals your lunch pail or sticks his tongue out at you is likely not a bully (if he is, look to number 5).  As your parents would tell you when you were young, “He has a crush on you.”  The key factor of this juvenile behavior is the time and attention the boy spends on you.  To pull your pigtails successfully, he must time it just right… sneak up behind you… quietly… and tug just enough to make you squeal.  He has succeeded.  He has your attention.  He put in quite a bit of effort to get it.  Males rarely differentiate between positive and negative attention (hence why crude whistling is still {mysteriously} a popular way for men to garner your attention).  If you give a man a reaction, he is happy.  He thinks you’re cute.  And he thinks you’re cuter when you wrinkle up your nose and get angry.  You’re the cutest if you squeal.  He likes you.

    2. Sharing is  important… learn to take turns. There was a particularly popular truck at my preschool.  It was made of shiny blue metal.  There was a little boy who played with the truck everyday.  He wouldn’t share.  In fact, he threw tantrums when someone else asked to play with the truck.  Soon, that little boy had no other friends… just the truck.  The other children adapted.  They picked up the seemingly less exquisite tiny cars and toy trains and sat in a circle passing the cars and trains around to each other.  They were laughing and playing and pretending.  The group of children built a beautiful imaginary world for the cars and trains to live in.  The little boy didn’t get to be a part of this world.  He just got his truck.  The world you are able to build when you don’t share or take turns is small and limited.  The world you can build by including others is expansive, surprising, and often remarkable.  The world becomes so beautiful that the shiny blue truck becomes a distant memory… and so does the selfish little boy.

    3. Bring cupcakes for the entire class on your birthday and a card for each classmate on Valentine’s Day. Some people get left out.  That’s part of life.  I have been left out before.  It’s likely that you have, as well.  Make it a point to not be an individual that leaves people out.  The reason that a lot of schools make it a requirement to bring a card for every child in the class on Valentine’s day is simple.  The teacher realizes that taking an extra five minutes to make one more cupcake or write one more card can save a child a lifetime of dealing with the memory of feeling unimportant… or, worse: forgotten.  Don’t forget any child in your class.  You don’t even have to be friends with them… or know them well, at all.  Just bring the extra cupcake.

    4. When it’s someone’s day for Show and Tell… pay attention. My elementary school’s version of the traditional Show and Tell was called Student of the Week.  The student was given a board and a shelf to fill with images, pictures, objects or anything else that represented exactly who they were. The student was to set up the board early on Monday morning.  On Friday afternoon, after a whole week of the student’s display being up in the classroom, the student was to explain what the display meant.  I remember my intense anticipation for the Monday when I would be Student of the Week.  I had picked out everything carefully with my mom the weekend before.  On Monday morning, my mom and teacher, Mrs. Sullivan, helped me while I tacked up family photos (lots of them), put my nickname on the board, put up a bunch of pink things and set my two favorite dolls on the shelf: my American Girl doll, Kirsten (who was Swedish, like me) and my other doll Karen.  Bringing my Karen doll was both the most natural and most vulnerable choice that I had made.  My board was so pretty and Karen stood in stark contrast.  She had blonde hair and wore a bright pink sweater… she also had glasses and crooked teeth, just like me.  My parents had put her in my Christmas stocking a few months before, right after I had gotten my glasses.  She reminded me that there was nothing wrong with me… but I was worried the kids wouldn’t understand.  All week long I watched the kids stare at the board… and Karen.  When Friday afternoon came, I couldn’t breathe.  Mrs. Sullivan called my name and I stood up and walked deliberately to the board.  I could either quietly and nervously explain myself (like my friend Betsey had done the week before) or I could do it my way.  So I took a deep breath, put a smile on my face, and grabbed Karen.  I think I talked about her almost the whole time.  The whole class listened and clapped.  When someone tells you something about themselves… make sure you listen.  You can even clap.

    5. The best way to deal with a bully is to ignore them. This is incredibly difficult to do.  What you truly want to do is hit them.  Yell at them.  Or tell on them.  None of this works.  Childhood bullies are usually the children who have an unhappy home life.  The same is true for adult bullies.  Just because they are unhappy doesn’t mean that you have to tolerate them.  You should stand up to them… in the most effective way possible.  The same way that little kids will taunt each other by saying, “I can’t hear you… I can’t hear you!”… you should do the same.  Not out loud, of course… that will just encourage the bully.  Think it in your head.  Are you being targeted? Walk away.  And, if all else fails and they follow you? Just laugh.  Mature? Nah. But it works.

    6. Wear exactly what you want… stripes and florals work because you like the way they look together. Never, ever dress to please someone else or to fit in (unless it’s at your job and you have a dress code… Don’t get ridiculous and lose your paycheck over this).  I used to baby sit a little girl named Alana. She was three.  She loved her closet and she refused to let anyone else picked out her clothes.  Her mom hated it… but I secretly adored her spirit.  I remember trying to put her in an outfit that her mom had picked out. She yanked the clothes out of my hand with a firm, “No!”  I wasn’t the least bit angry… I was amused.  Alana defiantly strode into her closet and, after a long struggle (I heard things crashing to the ground), she emerged.  She had tugged a striped pink shirt over her head (it was on backwards). She was wearing green and purple floral leggings.  She had pulled a fluffy skirt over the whole ensemble.  And she was wearing fairy wings.  She smiled at me and said, “See?”  Yes, I saw.  And she was beautiful.

    7. Don’t be afraid to kiss the boy you like… even if he throws sand at you (again). I think back to my first kiss.  I was four.  I had a crush on a boy named Christopher.  I even wrote a fairy tale about him (well, I told the story to my mom and she wrote it.  My love for literature is clearly nothing new).  He and I always played Ninja Turtles together.  He had floppy blonde hair and talked really fast.  I was in love.  One day, I tricked Christopher.  I told him to meet me under the slide.  And then I kissed him.  He ran away.  I thought he hated me.  I cried.  A few days later, Christopher hurt his eye and came to school wearing an eye patch.  The eye patch had an image of Cinderella on it getting out of her pumpkin stagecoach.  After gathering a little bit of four-year-old courage, I asked him why he had chosen that particular eye patch.  He said simply, “Because Cinderella is your favorite movie.” Cinderella is still one of my favorite movies.  And I’m still glad I kissed Christopher.

    Now do me a favor.  Get out of your chair.  Go outside.  And play.