Showing posts with label miami. Show all posts
Showing posts with label miami. Show all posts

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Type Casting for Romance

In theory, I believe it is a little sad and confining to type cast an actor or a person for that matter.  However, I realize that I don’t like movies where Robin Williams is a bad guy.  I refuse to see them because even the idea sickens me.  This week, I’ve discovered that I also don’t like to think about Enrique Iglesias as a cheater.  I finally got around to looking up one of his most recent videos on YouTube:


I don't even consider myself a big fan, but he does remind me of Miami and I can't help but smile.  The video doesn't.  It definitely does not give off warm fuzzy feelings.  After watching it, I had to go watch his older videos that are much more romantic (albeit stalker type love):



Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Eternal Frat Boy

This afternoon, I was working on a proposal for my company. I realized that we might need someone to fill a very specialized position. I only know 2 people who can do that kind of work, so I decided to look one of them up in case we needed him. I haven't seen him in seven years, so I started with google. I didn't have any luck. Then, I tried Facebook & BAM there was his picture portraying an image exactly like I remembered him. He was sitting in a hot tub wearing a cowboy hat with 3 bikini clad girls surrounding him. Proof that some guys never change.

Thinking about him makes me laugh. On paper, he would be a tremendous catch for any girl. He is a great looking guy, is probably about 6’2”, has a master’s degree in engineering, is very social, loves to have fun, and makes great money. In fact, he started his own company, bought an air plane and does lots of work in the Caribbean. Who wouldn’t want a guy like that? ….ME and probably every other sensible girl alive.

Despite the fact that he is in his mid thirties, he will always be a frat boy. Not only does he party hard and drink a lot (like he is always on Spring Break on Miami Beach), but he is the ultimate dare devil. Basically, he can pretty much check off his to do list every wild/dangerous activity known to man. He is also the MOST unorganized person ever born. We worked together & his office was such a disaster that nobody dared to enter. Someone once saw a pair of dirty underwear under his desk.

He was actually the butt of many of our office jokes. Who else could sink a company boat twice in one day? I will not even try to remember how many lap tops he broke. Perhaps, I will just friend him on Facebook for the laughs and leave him off of my proposal.