John Chiklis

Last week, I made an interesting discovery. But first, I need to give you a little back story.  Many moons ago, I had a blog called 30Dates30Blogs. I dated men, mostly procured from the Internet, and blogged about it.  It truly was a selfish journey, filled with depression, self-discovery, and a few free drinks to boot.

Well, a blog is never dead, and my past came back to haunt me.

If you'd like a complete Reader's Digest version of what went down, click here.  It will take you 10 minutes to catch yourself up to speed.

If you don't have time for deets, the bottom line is, some dude, that I never went on a date with, found the blog in 2013 and was not happy with my assessment of him.  I said he looked like Michael Chiklis.  This upset him.  I feel bad.  I do.  But I don't think Michael Chiklis is heinous.  I just thought the guy resembled The Shield actor.  Bottom line.

This is where is gets weird: His WIFE sends me a message through my website to basically call me an asshole.  Fair enough.  We're all entitled to our opinions, and I stand by mine.  But this isn't what this is about.

Apparently, "Michael Chiklis" is the "abracadabra" for getting people to come out of the shadows.  I wasn't looking for this married man's wife to contact me, but the mere mention of Chiklis, and I get an unwanted email.  All I have to do is say that John Stamos looks like Michael Chiklis, and then maybe his agent will message me.  Or his current girlfriend (please don't have one of those).  

So here goes...

John Stamos and Michael Chiklis must have been separated at birth.  It's uncanny.  Has anyone seen them in the same room together? Throw a wig on Chiklis and tell me what you see.  The Greek God.  That's who.  

Hello, My Love

The act of renewing my vows has paid off, ladies and gentlemen.  Good news.  Good news, indeed.  Gather 'round the hearth, and let me fill you in.

Many moons ago, I attended The University of Texas at Austin.  My freshman year, I pledged the Delta chapter of the Alpha Delta Pi sorority.  We were a rag-tag bunch.  Good girls, good grades, and I was called into standards more than once for smoking at a party.  Yeah, I'm crazy like that.

There, I met one of my besties, Jane.  Jane and I were partners in comedy crime.  She could play the guitar, and nothing embarrassed me, so as you can imagine, we were dangerous.

Jane has since moved on.  She is a mother, a wife, and an Atlantan.  The funny thing about Atlanta is that John Stamos is shooting something there AS WE SPEAK.

Jane's adorable husband, Phillip, works with a guy that has a thing... I don't know the connection exactly, but JS is filming in this guy's building (or Phillip's building - I DON'T KNOW!) and one of the producers said he'd show the blog to my Jonathan!  Oh my God, you guys, what do I do?  Should I post something that will get his motor running?  But what?

I know!  Dudes love naked pics of girls.  I post a naked part of my body.  Nothing but skin.  Here's a picture of my naked back:

I don't want to brag, but this picture was taken in Paris.  Sorry Kathleen and Brian, but I had to cut y'all out. This is about me.  Per usual. 

Meet me Jonathan!  It's destined to happen.  I'll buy you a drink.

Thank you Jane and Phillip.  LYLAS