Sister JBF: Hey Cary, is Wall-E any good?
Cary Randolph: (after picking herself up off the floor) What do you mean is Wall-E any good?
JBF: We haven't seen it, and I was just wondering if it's good.
CR: IT'S THE GREATEST LOVE STORY EVER TOLD.
JBF: Okay, but will he like it?
CR: IT'S THE GREATEST LOVE STORY EVER TOLD.
JBF: So we should watch it? 'Cause we just picked it up.
CR: IT'S THE GREATEST LOVE STORY EVER TOLD.
JBF: Alright, gotta go. Peace out, crazy.
Apr 29th
PH: I was single for a year and a half, and I didn't even realize it. I dated around, and I had my friends and my life, and I was so, so happy. Then when I met [him] I looked back, and I thought, I was single?! I never once noticed that I was alone.
CR: But that's just the point. You were NEVER alone!
Apr 22nd
In the words of Tina Turner, "YOU BETTER...
1. Must dance with me, especially to 'Eighties and Motown fratty music.
2. Must be brilliant.
3. Must have a minimum of one bachelor's degree from an accredited college or university.
4. Must be gainfully employed or if recently laid off due to the economy and not, for example, criminal activity, then must be actively seeking new gainful employment.
5. Must know how to roll a joint.
6. Must not chew tobacco.
7. Must occasionally let me choose the radio station.
8. Must like the Rolling Stones.
9. Must own a turntable.
10. Must know how and love to swim.
11. Must push me into the pool while I'm fully clothed at least once.
12. Must think babies are adorable despite making gagging noises when I point at strollers and say, "Look at the baby!"
13. Must read books.
14. Must read the books that I recommend.
15. Must know how to cook a steak and must demonstrate said skill frequently.
16. Must prefer his steak and burgers medium-rare.
17. Must answer questions I ask even when I don't want to hear the answers.
18. Must be at least six feet tall.
19. Must be sweet.
20. Must tell me at least once a day how wonderful I am.
21. Must never put up with my bullshit.
22. Must send me funny emails during the workday.
23. Must say sweet, goofy shit when I'm sad in an effort to cheer me up, like, "Don't cry! See? I just farted!" Fucking adorable.
24. Must prefer the beach to the mountains.
25. Must wear the ties and cuff links that I buy him.
26. Must love his family.
27. Must at the very least tolerate mine.
28. Must drink beer.
29. Must take me dancing when I want to go dancing.
30. Must be comfortable saying, "You're right," and, "I'm sorry." Once in a while.
31. Must take his martinis dirty and straight up.
32. Must have a good explanation if he is late.
33. Must make fun of me in a good-natured way at least once a day.
34. Must feign interest when I say, "I just bought [article of clothing or piece of jewelry or shoe] at [Store]! Isn't it so cute?"
35. Must then roll his eyes.
36. Must go running with me.
37. Must keep up (because I'm fast).
38. Must regularly say, "No, I'm going out with my bros tonight. I'll call you tomorrow."
39. Must call me tomorrow.
40. Must have good manners.
41. Must give me an adorable and meaningful nickname (or call me by my middle name).
42. Must not stop trying to impress me once he knows I'm his.
43. Must occasionally tolerate my conniption fits.
44. Must occasionally not tolerate my conniption fits.
45. Must never give in to my conniption fits.
46. Must cannon-ball off the diving board and splash me while I'm laying out.
47. Must like bagels.
48. Must not admit it if he does not think I am a ten.
49. Must not even consider the fact that I would rate below an eleven.
50. Must take me out with his friends every now and then so we can all get shit-faced and sing Journey songs at the bar.
51. Must roll his eyes when I get cranky and say, "Time to feed Cary," and then buy me cookies and hot fudge sundaes.
52. Must let me know in a courteous manner when I need to stop over-thinking.
53. Must tolerate my over-thinking regardless.
54. Must not wipe off my lipstick print when I kiss him on the cheek in public.
55. Must hold the door open for me.
56. Must, from time to time, when I say ridiculous nonsense, respond with, "Fuck you!"
57. Must teach me how to play his favorite video game.
58. Must let me beat him in "Mario-Kart."
59. Must keep a photo - just one! - of me on display in his office.
60. Must occasionally let me win arguments just for the sake of winning.
61. Must let me buy him dinner.
62. Must allow me to order first.
63. Must have a great smile.
64. Must have awesome friends.
65. Must like my friends.
66. Must think I'm pretty even when I have the flu, and I haven't showered in three days, and I'm wearing my glasses and my retainers and a clay mask.
67. Must have an appreciation for the arts and cool pictures on his walls.
68. Must be patient.
69. Must adore me.
70. Must read at least one daily newspaper.
71. Must check my blog hourly.
72. Must point out all the blog posts that he likes best.
73. Must point out all the blog posts that he likes least.
74. Must be mine and nobody else's.
75. Must give me a Valentine.
76. Must let me take care of him when he is sick.
77. Must carry the shopping bags.
78. Must let me hold on to him instead of the rail while riding the subway.
79. Must give honest and uncensored critiques of my writing when asked for it.
80. Must slow dance with me at wedding receptions, bar mitzvahs, and other occasions that involve parquet dance floors.
81. Must let me keep a toothbrush and contact case in his medicine cabinet.
82. Must find it endearing when I get drunk and try to "dance" for him while playing "Under My Thumb" on repeat.
83. Must introduce me to his weirdo indie music.
84. Must not need me to introduce him to either Phil Collins or Hall and Oates.
85. Must not think that flowers and other trinkets are suitable apologies when he has erred.
86. Must spend afternoons with me getting stoned and watching "The Brave Little Toaster" and other preferred animated classics.
87. Must have a nerd streak a mile wide.
88. Must get emo and introspective every now and then and not want to talk about it.
89. Must own a skateboard.
90. Must own at least one pair of Ray-Bans.
91. Must play at least one sport and play it well and look sexy as hell while playing it.
92. Must wait for me at the finish lines with a bottle of water and a smooch.
93. Must take me to brunch.
94. Must roll the windows down.
95. Must let me steal his baseball caps.
96. Must think that his girl has the coolest job in the entire world.
97. Must read the Sporting News.
98. Must take off his hat when he goes indoors and especially when he sits down at the dinner table.
99. Must hold my hand.
Apr 12th
26.reasons why I am a bad ass...
I can run a mile in six minutes.
I have the appetite of a charging hippo and gleefully eat everything in sight.
I like rad music.
I dance like a whooping crane on an acid trip.
I want to dance all the time.
I work at the Sporting News. Isn't that every guy's wet dream?
I'm a Republican, and I read the Wall Street Journal every morning, rain or shine.
I make the most bad ass motherfucking pie crust from scratch.
I know all the words to every Hall and Oates song, and I blast that shit, like, nightly.
I drink Hendrick's gin like water from a tap.
I'm from the Show Me State. (Show me seven; I'll show you eight.)
I look really hot in a baseball cap.
I can write, like, incredibly profound and inspiring and hilarious prose in mere minutes.
I never have to proofread.
I wear a gold pinkie ring, Godfather style.
I am extremely well-read.
I wrote my college thesis (for one of my two majors) on Stalin's nationality policies preceding 1933.
Parents love me.
I can start an outboard motor.
I never skip dessert.
I can spell, like, any word under the sun just by hearing it. I'm a fucking Word spell check incarnate.
I always pick incredible wines from wine lists.
I have hot friends.
I take tequila shots on the regular, and I never, EVER chase them.
I bet if I wanted to I could learn how to blow a smoke ring.
I learned how to ride a motorcycle on my dad's Harley.
See those scars? The one on my hip and the one on my shoulder? Dude. Mountain biking in Georgia. I'm a fucking baller.
I frequently jump into pools with all my party clothes on.
Sometimes I get really emo and introspective, but then I'm like, "Let's party."
I listen to country music. Occasionally.
I have the best legs in the Empire State. This is not opinion; this is fact.
I make the world's best bloody Mary.
Wayfarers? Check. Sperrys? Check. Red khakis, rolled up at the ankle? Check. I can bro out with the best of them.
I also own a dazzling array of cocktail dresses.
I know how to pick a crab, devein a shrimp, and dismantle a lobster. I am the Crustacean Sensation.
My favorite movie is Scarface.
My other favorite movie is Can't Buy Me Love.
I write incredibly moving poetry. Like this one. "April showers bring May happy hours." See? You're crying inside.
I have the shittiest singing voice, but man, when I know the lyrics, I fucking belt them OUT.
I am (almost) always in the mood for a hot fudge sundae.
I am incredibly loyal to the people I love, and I will cut anyone who messes with my team.
I make great travel itineraries, and I am almost always punctual.
I waste entire Monday mornings thinking of all the reasons why I am awesome.
Apr 6th