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Tuesday, January 22, 2013

21 vs 40 - The Male Perspective


Guest Blogger - Chuck


            Hi gang!  Well, you all know the drill.  Time to do a little guest writing for Shelby.  Last week she did a nice little comparison of her mindset at 21, and compared it to how she things now at 30.   That was chalk full of some pretty good laughs.  But, I'm sure not only did some of you laugh, but you also said "holy shit, I did the same damn things."   So, of course later on in the week, I got a text from Shelby looking for a guys eye view.  And this works out two because as some of you may know, I'm going to be.....oh god fuck.....40 next Friday on February 1st.  
           
            The last couple of months I keep thinking to myself, "how in the hell did I get here at this point in my life?  Am I really 40 years old?  I don't feel it at all."   That's kind of a lie.  Sometimes I do.  I've seen some posts this week on Facebook from friend that made me feel old.  One of my close friends growing up has a son graduating; and old co-worker has son who went to his first winter formal; one of my old Lead Petty Officers (ABH1) posted something about her having a grandson.  I about shit myself.  So, anyhow, I know people say age is just a number, and it truly is, but man how we used to think, and how we think now, are really truly different. (Unlike Jem, who is just simply truly outrageous.)


When I was 21:  Going out

            "I'm in the Navy.  I'm on an aircraft carrier.  Chicks f'ning LOVE guys in the Navy.  I mean come on Top Gun proved that right?  Maybe I'll find a Kelly McGillis here in the bay area.  That would rock.  Yeah,  I'm in the fucking Navy.  I'm probably gonna hook up.  This is awesome.   I'm going to wear my navy jacket too so they know I'm in the Navy.  If they ask, I'll tell them I'm a pilot.  That works right?  Wait, one of us have a car.  We have to ride the bus.  That's not going to work out at all.  None of thes girls will talk to us.  No dumbass we're not cops, we're in the Navy.  Great they are walking away?  What the hell, they're supposed to be all over us!  Oooohhhhh somebody lied to me...."


Now that I'm 40:  Going out

            "Why am I even going out?  Everyone else I know is at home.  Hell they are probably in bed.  But it's Friday, what else am I going to do?  I gotta meet somebody somehow.  Oh god why won't this girl just shut up! I have no idea what the hell she is talking about.  Oh god please be quiet.  Seriously, you just aren't making any sense.  I think I just got dumber  from listning.  I really gotta stop being the nice guy.  They all seem to want to tell me their life story.  Sweetheart, been there done that.  I'm 40 years old, and I really don't give a shit.  I'm watching the Pens."


When I was 21:  Pics

            "Damn, I look so much better than I did when I graduated.  Dropped some weight.  This pic looks great.  Love it.  Gotta do something about the hair though.  These military cuts suck.  Everyone knows we're in the Navy because of it.  Oh well, I still look great though. Feel good too.  Yeah,  i'm killer."


Now That I'm 40:  Pics

            "Holy shit does my playoff beard have a ton of grey in it.  Hell I think there is more grey in my beard than my dad has.  Son of a bitch.  I'm not supposed to look that old!  Well, at least the hair looks ok.  Keepin in short. Hides the grey.  Of course, I'm not so sure it will grow back anyway.  Oh well.  Smile for the group pic Chuck. Suck in the guy, and push your face forward. It will hide the double chin.  look down too, and maybe clench your neck muscles.  Oh great, looks like I'm taking a crap.  Can we get a do over on that shot? Sorry everyone."


When I was 21:  Clothing (this applies to when I was 25/26 as well, doing Karaoke at Fredericks in Moon.)

            "Dude we found the best clubbing shirts.  Yeah, this is something that says rock star.  Yeah, I'll wear this Friday night.  Mom why the hell are you lookin at me funny?  There is nothing wrong with this shirt.  Whatever, this shirt kicks ass.  It's the style."


Now that I'm 40:   Clothing

            "What in the hell was I thinking all those years ago.  I wasted so much money on the ugliest f'n shirts.  I'm so glad I do not have any of them anymore.  Wait, I like this one.  I think it looks good.  Better take a pic and text it to Bonnie, Carie, and Chrissy.  They'll set me straight.  Ok, apparently Bonnie does like button snaps.  Carie said to change my shirt, and to spray my crotch.  Not sure why.  Whatever.  Where the hell were they 15 years ago to help me dress?"


Wait, got one more.....

Shelby decied to give her thoughts on periods.  It's quite obvious that I can't have one of those, so, for the sake of humor.....

When I was 21:  Boners

"For the love of god what the hell?  It's like every time I look at a girl.  Damn calm down junior, she's gonna notice.  She may even point and laugh.  Oh pull the shirt down, hide the hard on.  Better just invest in large shirts because apparently this thing is on overdrive."

Now that I'm 40:  Boners

"Oh thank god the f'ing  thing still works!  Better pull the shirt down to hide it."


And there you have my two cents....later kids! Enjoy the good laugh.

Keeping it Real
-Chuck

Monday, February 13, 2012

A Letter to my 16 Year Old Self

As I sit back and reflect not only on the past 5 valentine-less years, but also the last 13 of my life, like any normal person, I wish I could travel back in time and forewarn myself of things yet to come.   Not that I have a single regret, It would of been nice just to be given insight in to the future.  With that being said:



A Letter to my 16 year old self



Dear Shelby,

                Hello from the future!  I hope this letter finds you well.  Believe it or not, I am the 29 year old version of yourself (yes as of right now, surprisingly you do make it this far.)  I want to give you a heads up on things that have occurred in the past 13 years (or in your case will happen in the next 13 years), with the hopes that you appreciate 1. who you are now, and 2. the person that you will become .  I don't want you to change any of these events, more importantly, I want you to embrace them and be more educated so that it doesn't take you 13 years to not be embarrassed and get to the point that I am now, only sooner. 

                First and foremost, Happy 16th Birthday.  Being that I have lost many memories due to alcohol consumption (we will get in to this later), I'm sure for your birthday you were sitting around with your mixture of HS friends and Monaca friends, having cake in your parents basement.  Enjoy these times.  Where some of these people, you will grow apart from, others will remain near and dear to you even until this day.  I want to let you know, that at this age you will meet your first love.  Actually you have known your first love for quite some time.  If I know you, you are probably sitting on the top bunk of the bunk beds that your family purchased for you because you are an only child spoiled brat who decided waterbeds are lame.  Get down from the bunk bed and proceed to your desk.  Do you see the slender green rounded object encased in plastic that has been collecting dust for the past year?  That gag gift that Lam bought you that you had no clue what it was for?  That is your first love.  In roughly 3 months from now, all the kids at school will be talking about "getting off" and you will have no clue what the hell they are talking about, because you have barley gone to 3rd base, let alone had sex.  You will pretend you know what they are talking about, and rather than giving it up you take the safe way out, and decide to experiment with "the green lantern."  Congrats, you have now not only started an addictive hobby, you have also set yourself up disappointment in the sex department.

               

                When you are 16, you start dating a guy from another town.  One night you will be at a block party in his apartment complex, and will discover peach schnapps.  You will be drunk, however you cannot drive at this point because you don't have your license and have been using your Mom and Aunt to tote you and your friends everywhere.  When your mom picks you up from the party, and asks you why you smell like liquor cabinet, rather than lying and telling her it was non alcoholic beer, come clean and tell her the truth.  She will threaten that she has an at home "alcohol tester",  and thinking you have the upper hand by calling her out based on empty threats before,   do not be surprised that when you get home, she pulls them out of the bathroom cabinet.   Discovering that not only are your drunk, but you are 2 times over the legal limit, will send her in to a frenzy and cause you to be grounded.

                You are preparing to get your driver's license.  Let me give you a word of advice... Rather than taking your dad's Ford Escort Station wagon to it, take your grandfathers Plymouth Horizon (a car that is half the size of your dad's).  By doing this, you will save yourself the embarrassment of failing your test 2 times.  The first time you fail, it is because you park with your emergency brake on.  This is followed by yelling at the Penn Dot gentleman (who is old enough to be Hugh Hefner's Father) for asking you to put it on in the first place, and not reminding you to take it off.  The second time you fail, again with the old man that has seen every major world war, he will get his revenge  and yell at you for backing in to a barrier while parallel parking.  He will say things like "What if that was a child" and "Apparently driving school has not done anything for you," to the point where you cry uncontrollably and apologize for hitting an imaginary kid.  Finally, your mom suggest the brilliant idea to take your 3rd test in your Grandfather's car.  You get a younger gentleman who is cool as hell, but keep your mouth shut.  After you successfully park w/ out your e-brake and parallel park, do not brag about knowing the route through Rochester that the guy is going to take you on, because all your friends told you about it.  He will then throw you a curve ball, and take you not only through Rochester, but in to side streets of Beaver, and ask you to stop at a convenience store so that he can grab a coffee.  You pass this test with flying colors, and eventually get your first car - A Ford Escort.

                At the age of 17, you discover that Jack Daniels is not your friend.  At this point, your mother has lightened up a bit on drinking and doesn't freak out as bad.  On a hot summer evening, you will attend a party , at a guy named Adam's house.  You have been hanging out with his crew for some time now, and have a lot of fun.  Your friend Neil will mix you a drink, which later on you realize is an entire glass of Jack Daniels with a splash of coke.  You will proceed to get half way through the drink, before you get sloppy drunk, pass out underneath patio furniture and inadvertently confuse bong water for actual water.  Being a total embarrassment, your friends will proceed to drive you home and basically throw you in your parents yard.  At that point, your mom dressed in her infamous bathrobe will wake your father up out of a sound sleep to help carry you in to the house.  You will wake up the next morning with your first hang over.  You will be bedridden and unable to keep sort of food down because you are puking lime green stomach bile. 

                At the age of 18, you will get your first real boyfriend.  Not only is he a boyfriend, but he is also an accomplishment because you had your eyes set on him for quite some time.  You fall quickly for him and being a virgin, convince yourself that 18 is a respectable age to lose your virginity.  Before you lose it in the back seat of his car, you come to the mature decision to get on birth control.  Your mom isn't fond of your boyfriend, so you need a game plan because she has taken your car away with the hopes that you will no longer date him.  Here is a word of advice, learn how to be a better liar and cover all your tracks.  Somehow your plan of faking your mom's signature to get out of school half a day and convincing 2 classmates to drive you to family planning results in your appointment running 2 hours late, your friends leaving you at the clinic because they are worried their parents are going to find out what they did (also you do not have a cell phone at this time) and you getting a ride from Beaver Falls to Rochester High School from a complete stranger making it just in time before your mom picks you up from school.  Somehow within the 5 minute drive from the High School to your house, your mother discovers the birth control (peeking out of your book bag) and goes in to cardiac arrest. 

                At the age of 19 you discover you are of legal drinking age in Canada.  You and an old friend decide to go for Spring Break.  Rather than choosing a warm climate, you choose Canada.  You discover 2 things: 1. Male strippers get fully nude in Canada and 2. Losing your license in a foreign country doesn't mean instant deportation.  You will revisit Canada 2 more consecutive years.  Your third trip to Canada when you are 21 is a charm when you learn 2 key elements about life and yourself.  You learn that Tequila is not your friend.  While trying to hang with the Greeks, who are taking each other shot for shot similar to the scene from Raiders of the Lost Arc, you on the other hand take 1 shot and proceed to leave a trail of projectile vomit starting in the hallway and leading to the top of the toilet.  You also discover the meaning of "passing out with your shoes on."  You and the girls will invite male strippers back to your hotel room, at which point you pass out before the party even starts.  This leads to a video camera recording of a Canadian stripper mushroom stamping your passed out drunken ass.  Where you never see this video, it has yet to appear on a Canadian Porn Website. 

                During college, you meet people that strangely come back in to your life later on, and constantly remind you of your drunken partying while at State College.  One day, you will decide to hop in your car and make an impromptu visit to your friends.  Drinking pitchers of Captain and Coke at 3 p.m will result in 2 things:  Taking your first drunk shower and learning that you cannot do make up while under the influence.  The genius in you sets in that night, and you switch to Long Island Ice Tea's once you hit the G-man.  Shortly thereafter you are kicked out for falling down, and one of your friends fireman carries you back to the apartment and throws you in to your friends bed.  When you wake up on the couch the next morning confused, you are then informed that you managed to piss in his bed, and no longer have bed privileges.

                At age 21, you reconnect with a long lost flame.  This turns in to a 3 year relationship.  I'm not saying don't do it, I'm just saying don't be so naive.  You will discover what you think is the means of a normal relationship, when in return it is completely opposite.  By the time you are 26 you learn key lessons about men based on not only your 2 serious relationships, but also the guys in-between.

                 Lesson 1.

                                When a guy uses phrases such as: "You feel so good I can't control myself," "I promise it will get better and I will go longer," "I just haven't been myself lately", in context to their performance in the bedroom, you will learn that they are and always will be a 2 pump chump.  Being that most of your sexual encounters up to this point have lasted under  5 minutes, you will grow accustomed to this, and when you discover stamina you will get bored with it.  You eventually  become unable to concentrate after 5 minutes, get bored and let  your mind wander about what groceries you need to purchase and how much laundry you have to do. 

                Lesson 2.

                                Your 16 year old self thinks that drug dealers, wanna be thugs and bad boys are hot.  You grow out of this phase around 24, and rather than thinking they are hot, you now think they are pathetic and lame.  Unfortunately the newly single you hits another road block when you discover that every single guy you meet during this time wears either Ed Hardy or Affliction clothing and thinks he is training to be an MMA fighter.   It only gets worse.  Around 27-28 this thing called the Jersey Shore phenomena takes over...I don't want to spoil it for you, but I will suggest this: consider opening up a sunless tanning business and a gym.



                At the age of 22, you purchase your first Playgirl.  On your way to Erotica to celebrate someone's birthday, you will stop at a convince store for a mixer.  At this point you will see it peeking from behind the counter, ask to purchase it, and then proceed to tell the foreign cashier, "I'm so excited I have something new to buzz away to tonight."  After this, it remains in your car for some time and you forget about it.  It isn't until one day, when your mother is cleaning out your car and discovers it that you remember you had it.  After your mother nearly has a coronary, you proceed to make up some story about it being a gag gift for a friend.  Unconvinced, your mother never fully recovers from this experience and secretly thinks you have an addiction to porn, yet is relieved to know you are not swinging for the other team. 



                On New Year's eve when you are 24, you and your ex will mutually end the 3 relationship.  Your mother will suggest an online dating service.  DO NOT, I REPEAT, DO NOT LISTEN TO HER.  Similar to your addiction with your vibrator, you will find yourself on not just 1 but eventually 9 dating websites.  You will become a serial dater, resulting in up to 3 dates a week sometimes.  Some of these guys are normal, others are just off the fucking wall, but none of them are what you are looking for.  You eventually rely on online dating so much, that you turn socially awkward and lose your ability to spit game in a real life setting.  It takes you 4 years , and a guy you meet online who makes out with his ex girlfriend right in front of you "even though they are just friends"  to make you realize that internet dating is pointless.  The only blessing that comes out of this, is that you get so fed up with the ridiculous messages that you receive, you decide to start a blog that people actually find entertaining and funny.

                Since you had a boyfriend during your early 20s, now freshly single, you are bound and determined to make up for lost time.  Where Captain has always been your drink of choice, you discover the joys of vodka and red bull.  This leads to memorable nights of: throwing your back out from dancing too much, running the fastest mile of your life on Maria's treadmill at 2:30 am in your bra and underwear, convincing yourself you can fly and nose dive off a toilet in to a bathtub, stealing a homeless mans buggy and most important of all, developing vodka goggles.  The decisions that you make involving vodka will give your friends unforgettable stories that will eventually become ammunition in friendly banter.  Your drinking shenanigans will eventually be known as "the Shelby beast"  and potential boyfriends will actually stop talking to you upon witnessing this.  

                Somewhere between 27 and 28 you will develop a terrible habit of drunk dialing and texting.  This will result in pissing off your friends, vagina blocking yourself to a guy that you do in fact actually care about, 3 am heartfelt conversations that only you remember, and questionable pictures of random body parts.  Some days, you wake up and laugh about it.  Other days, depending on the recipient, you get sick to your stomach.  Stop being cheap and pay the $1.99 for the drunk text app and save  yourself the embarrassment.

               

                I hope I haven't spoiled the next 13 years of your life too much.  As I look back on these memories, along with the ones I left out, I gotta tell you it's been one hell of a ride. You will never be perfect, but don't try to be.  Don't live in regret, learn from it and move on.  Don't be afraid to love, even if the feeling isn't always mutual.  Don't follow your heart either, your heart always seems to want to take you out of state (don't worry, I'm working on that).  All and all, I secretly wish I could be you right now, and relive it all over again.  Yeah, you are not where you thought you would be at this age: dog, house, husband, kids, but you know what Shelby, even if that life isn't in the cards for us, at least I can look back in 13 years from now and still smile about how blessed I am to have my family, friends, career, and people that have stumbled in and out of my life.

Keep it real...

Happy Valentine's Day to those who are attached, and Happy Singles Awareness Appreciation day to the rest of you that fall in to my category!



Shelby