Monday, June 12

Self Portrait Challenge ~ Pop Art #2

boho, canon digital rebel xt & photoshop

Tell me something about yourself that noone would ever suspect of you. Put it here in a comment under anonymous if need be. It will be fun!

Boho's story: I was very innocent growing up. A lily white church girl. A youth leader and a missionary. A virgin until my mid twenties. After a break up from a five year relationship, boho put her wild knickers on (that was for Susannah) and discovered a whole new world out there at lightning speed with the help of some crazy gal pals.

A few weeks after the break up, I was nursing my broken heart with a girlfriend at a swank bar in San Francisco. She was a cute pixie red head that worked at the bar as a manicurist. She offered a manicure and a martini for $10. I sat at her small table as she manicured one hand while I held a Cosmo in the next and she made the most dreadful dare to me. "I dare you to find the hottest guy here and go home with him tonight!"

*sound of record screeching*

"WHAT, NO WAY!?!" I nervously screamed over the DJ's tunes. She knew me. She knew that I had never, nor did I ever want to have a one night stand. It was so out of character for me but I knew it was her goofy way to try and mend my sad heart.

It took a few more Cosmo’s until I succumbed to her dare, pretty reluctantly might I add. I was thinking there is no way in hell that this was going to happen anyway, so I'd just give my friend a quick thrill for trying.

I scanned the crowded room and one guy stood out. He was stylish and funky and looked pretty damn confident laughing with his friends. “Him”, I said as I pointed in his direction. “Go, gooooo…”she responded as she practically pushed me off of my chair.

I slithered my way through the crowd until I practically bumped into him. I could feel my friend’s eyes following me. I gave him the “three second glance” as I leaned over between him and his friend to order a few more drinks. He said hello. I heard an accent. Found out he was from New Zealand. I called him Mr. Kiwi. He laughed and we ended up talking the remainder of the evening until his friends took off. So, I did it. He asked if I wanted to see his new place and I said sure. For some reason, I trusted him. Perhaps my good ol’ intuition or empathic ways helped with that. We had talked about our love for old homes with character and he said he lived in one. So, I was curious, of course but more interested in winning this dare!

Him and I went up to my friend to say goodbye. You should have seen her mouth drop open when I waved to her, winking…with my arm wrapped in his. Poor guy was so clueless about our little game. She winked at me and blew me a kiss.

He drove me to his home. I was in awe of how gorgeous it was as I walked up the steps from the steep San Francisco street. He made some tea. We sat on his couch and talked for another few hours. That is when he learned what kind of person I was and I learned that he rarely does this either. A respect deepened between us. I did end up sleeping with him that night. Sleeping in the sense of him snoring and me dreaming. We kissed but that was about it. Mr. Kiwi was a perfect gentleman. He knew I was fresh out of a relationship and was determined not to be rebound boy. I loved that.

He drove me to my car the following morning. He told me I was even more beautiful in the morning. I normally would have fallen head over heels for that comment but I wasn’t ready to feel anything. I needed to be single for a long while…and he knew that. He called me a few times a week for a few months. I always made excuses not to see him again. I wanted to cherish that time we had. Proud of myself for finishing a dare and proud of myself for remaining true to who I was in the midst of it.

Not a lot of people in my life know about this night. No one would ever suspect that I would go home with a guy the very night of meeting him. But now YOU know and it felt good to share it.

A one night stand…who, me????

Find other daring Pop Art peeps here.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Wow! This is awesome! Your lips looks so luscious-

June 12, 2006 at 4:24:00 PM PDT  
Blogger a m y said...

something that no one would suspect? upon meeting me, i doubt that anyone would know that 2 of my passions are latin and african music. i'm about as white-suburban gal as they come, but when i'm home alone...cha cha cha!


this was a cool idea...thanks!

June 12, 2006 at 4:55:00 PM PDT  
Blogger gkgirl said...

love the photo
and the sharing of the secret...

a secret of my own?

i clap my hands alot.
like ALOT.
like its a tic or something.
i only do it when i am alone
or with the kids...
i just get this sudden urge
of excitement or something
and it feels like it has
to find a way out
and if i clap,
it goes away.

i'm a freak.

June 12, 2006 at 5:54:00 PM PDT  
Blogger nina beana said...

love your secret story-

my secret? i still suck my thumb, even after all those years of braces. sorry mom and dad!

June 12, 2006 at 7:22:00 PM PDT  
Blogger la vie en rose said...

so lovin' this adorable pic of you.

hmmmm...something no one would suspect...i own a vibrator...there i said it...and trey has strict instructions to get rid of it should i die and my mother has to pack up my belongings. sure i'd be dead but it would still be horrifying...

June 12, 2006 at 7:56:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Lita said...

my secret! I am absolutely petrified of lillies! Don't ask me why...I wish I could tell you. I was all the freakshow when I was growing up, I think everybody and their dog has chased me at least once in the neighborhood while carrying the flower...just to see me screech like a mad woman. WEIRD isn't it!

June 12, 2006 at 8:44:00 PM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like toothpicks.

(I feel so ashamed.)

June 12, 2006 at 8:55:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Admin said...

great story. i was also a good christian girl, and i did missionary work in mexico! not anymore! i also had a long relationship and went a little crazy once it ended.

June 12, 2006 at 9:14:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Colorsonmymind said...

That is a most amazing pop art piece.

You are one sexy mama-perfect pin up girl

I am so so sleepy-can't think of something noone would suspect me of....

oh- How about that I dropped out of high school 2 months before graduation.

I moved to NYC with friends and lived free for 2+ years before deciding I wanted to go to college. I got my GED, took the SAT's and then was on my way.

And here I am, a high school teacher. Odd huh?

June 12, 2006 at 10:18:00 PM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Den~ Jay saw your picture pop up and he looked over my shoulder and said, "That is sooo cooool!"

Quite a compliment coming from a man who doesn't claim to like anything. I adored it! (It kind of reminds me of 'I Love Lucy')*smile*

My secret?....I count everything...and I do mean everyTHING!!! Always have~always will. I've accepted it. Trying to stop never worked. I just ended up counting how many times I wasn't counting.

I just typed 81 words. 83 if you count 81 & words...89 if....never mind!

lovin U big Time x dar x

p.s. *(Sike)* if your reading this...I love your poetry and have wanted to say so...but I don't have a blog. Just counting the days till I do ;)

June 12, 2006 at 10:35:00 PM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

gorgeous boho woman as usual..

a secret, huh? I had a super rebellious, experimental drug phase at a young age and got over it before high school. I don't think most people would guess this about me now given that I am pretty mellow and tame. My family has never known or suspected.

June 12, 2006 at 11:19:00 PM PDT  
Blogger liz elayne lamoreux said...

this picture is wicked cool. love it.
and me...
well, over the weekend i went into the clothing optional hot springs...without clothing. yes me. who would have ever thought it? (just don't tell my mom).

thanks for sharing your story...and for inviting us to do the same.

June 12, 2006 at 11:43:00 PM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a fabulous post! Love the image too!

Secrets? Erm I don't think I have any.

I think there might be things I have never really mentioned online and are deeply personal. Such as marrying in white as a virgin past the age of 22. And ending up in such a horrific marriage where I nearly died and was repeatedly abused. When I finally escaped him, I had to literally wipe away my past and move to different countries so he would not find me.

Sending you love!

June 13, 2006 at 2:45:00 AM PDT  
Blogger ::Bek Geach:: said...

Beautiful. Beautiful picture babes.
Sweet story too...

June 13, 2006 at 3:46:00 AM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Ok- I'm back. Something about myself that others wouldn't expect of me:

I have a nagging burning desire to quit my social work job and work for a big corporation doing web design. Just to see what it would be like.

June 13, 2006 at 4:09:00 AM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

drop dead photo!

i often lament over how unromantic this job is, but i think i secretly love being a waitress...mindless, fast paced, social time with adults, immediately rewarded with oodles of cash, and yummy food and drinks with friends at the end of the night...just what i need every now and then. it's a good balance to motherhood and the non profit world.

oh, also wondering how your song selection is coming for our cd...just drop me a line at pink sky productions...can't wait to hear what you come up with :)


June 13, 2006 at 4:53:00 AM PDT  
Blogger Left-handed Trees... said...

Loved this story--I was hanging onto every word, surprised? Oh, yes. Thanks for sharing it...secrets? Oh, what kind of secrets could a good little Irish-Italian girl who attended Catholic school for twelve years--the bar-keep's daughter--the one they called "little lamb"--possibly have? Hmmm...

June 13, 2006 at 5:36:00 AM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Great story. I would never have the confidence (even drunk) to go up to the hottest guy in a bar.

A secret? Um... I was a virgin until I was nearly 23. I married that guy too.

June 13, 2006 at 7:38:00 AM PDT  
Blogger turquoise cro said...

My roomate back in the day knows this and I just told my daughter Gina.......when I used to go out and have a few drinks it did a number on my head where I would want to go on tall buildings and walk on the edge!or climb on top of vans and dance! Phew Well, this one night I went up these stairs(up had to lead to the roof, right?) then in this hall way there were windows where you could climb out onto the roof....I didn't stay out there long and decided to climb back into the window to go back down......I stepped right into someone's bedroom(talk about getting sober fast! lol), luckily for me the kitchen light was still on and there this couple was asleep in their bed sooooo I hurried thru to their kitchen door and unlocked it(I didn't want to chance going back from their window, I might have landed in someone else's bedroom! lol) and sped down the steps to outside(freedom) That stopped my getting high!!!(just climbing on top of things!)I think of that couple every once and a while and wonder who they were and if they wondered how their door was unlocked! ! I'm sooo lucky they kept asleep! I LOVE your cool POP photo!!!and D's going to start a Blog! Goody!

June 13, 2006 at 8:10:00 AM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love the post. Great story. There are so many things about me that some people wouldn't suspect, but those who know me, aren't surprised. But here goes - just for you boho - my boobs aren't real...and they're absolutely fabulous!


June 13, 2006 at 9:34:00 AM PDT  
Blogger Daibh said...

Wow -- great portrait! You're so good at those, Beeg! And cool story, too.

June 13, 2006 at 9:42:00 AM PDT  
Blogger Deb R said...

That's a great pop art portrait!

I can't think of a single interesting secret to share other than stuff so secret that I'm not ready to share it!

June 13, 2006 at 9:46:00 AM PDT  
Blogger Fran said...

Well I don't know any of except through Boho's Bloggie world but those that do know me would be surprised to find out I sometimes listen to talk radio.< shamefull I know>

June 13, 2006 at 10:05:00 AM PDT  
Blogger Amy said...

I love, love, love how you stayed true to yourself.

I'm so proud that you savored the moment and let it be just that - a beautiful moment where ideas were exchanged, where you both probably learned a bit of something new and precious about yourselves.

And that photo? HOT, HOT, HOT!


June 13, 2006 at 10:27:00 AM PDT  
Blogger Susannah Conway said...

oh baby, you are pop art-tastic! and you little minx, putting your wild knickers on and having yourself a one night stand :-) but i love how it was a boho-style stand, which meant it was a connection of the heart. how perfectly you.....

as for me? you know my secret already :-)

June 13, 2006 at 11:23:00 AM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yes, YOU! And that pink hat and those pink lips! lovely lovely super lovely!

June 13, 2006 at 12:03:00 PM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hey I love that your platonic one-night-stand was with a NZr ... go the genteel Kiwis!
Can't think of a secret to share ... I think I'm quite transparent (lol afterall, I have a blog!) ... but I do admire this week's pop art.

June 13, 2006 at 12:53:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Unknown said...

Hey, you. Hmmm....
I have a tattoo. Not many people, and when those close to me found out, they were shocked. I'm afraid I'm not that suprizing.

And LC's boobs really are fabulous;)

June 13, 2006 at 2:12:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Unknown said...

I just saw my comment, and it doesn't make sense--I meant not many people KNOW. I guess now they do, though.

I wish I lived near you so you could show me how to do these great pictures. Great SPC!

June 13, 2006 at 2:14:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Laini Taylor said...

Great story! Lucky "pick" in the crowd to win your bet -- guys like that are surely not filling out the bars. I guess I've done some iffy, probably stupid things that could have ended badly -- and I was lucky they didn't. Getting a ride back to my campground from an Italian nightclub with a carful of Italian boys I didn't know. Started to get pretty freaked out when I realized how alone I was, how in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night it was, but thank god, they were not rapists or murderers. I could have been more careful. sheesh, when I think of my future daughter pulling stuff like that...

June 13, 2006 at 6:21:00 PM PDT  
Blogger lisrobbe said...

Once again great post and picture. I love the honesty and openess of your posts. My secret: I actually waited to have sex until I was in college(18 yr old) and until in my mind it was with someone I was really in love with. No regrets at all.

June 13, 2006 at 7:16:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Bedazzzled1 said...

Ah, your pop art picture is absolutely perfect. I do not have the knack for it...yet. I am persistent, so I will continue to try!

Something no one would suspect of me? Hmmm...I am an orgasm addict. To the nth degree.

Loved your story, and good for you to be able not to lose yourself or your self-respect and still being able to win the dare.

June 13, 2006 at 7:21:00 PM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Hi Carey, you are such a cutie! I don't have any wonderful secrets to share but I sure would be ecstatically happy if you could share with me your instructions for how you photoshopped that ever-so-cool pop art photo. I LOVE IT! Care to share that secret? :-)

I delight in reading your blog though this is my first post.


June 13, 2006 at 7:29:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Bethany Hiitola said...

Of course I have to try to play along... after a pic like that!

Let's see....

I once tried to wax myself. Yeah. There. Let me just say, it didn't go so well.

June 13, 2006 at 7:59:00 PM PDT  
Blogger meghan said...

hi boho - I've been back and read this a couple of times but have been too nervous to share a story so I found excuses to not stay. sigh. WHY am I so nervous??! I don't even have a good story... strange. Okay. I guess my unlike-me-now story would be about a night with a construction worker - just one night - eek.

June 14, 2006 at 12:17:00 AM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Lol, you are so funny! I loved reading this and being told a little secret like you do at slumber parties as a kid.
Hmmmm, something no one knows huh?

When I am really stressed out, I sneak out behind our garage and I have a ciggarette (I keep a secret pack). Then I come in, change my clothes, use mouthwash, and any thing else I need to do, to hide the evidence. It's a habit from my waitressing days in college. Now shhhh, don't tell a soul!

June 14, 2006 at 6:46:00 AM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hey! love your story!! .....
mmmmmm a secret? it's a secret wish { have you seen The Chronicles of Narnia? } well....
i would like to open my wardrobe and find a fantasy land AND LIVE THERE FOREVER!!! hehehe
{ i'm still sad because they came back ........ }:(

June 14, 2006 at 9:02:00 AM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

hello darling~

you are so beautiful & have such an artistic eye!! such admiraton fills my heart that you were able to step out there & still remain true to what you hold in your heart. you got to do something new, exciting, daring, & because you remain true to yourself...you were blessed with a moment to cherish instead of heaps of huet & regret. Beautiful!!

I'll give you the Raeder's Digest version of my little secret...
4 girlfriends & i didn't want to be out done by the guy counselors at the church summer camp where we were working. so when we heard they had a little male bonding over doing the zip line (ropes course activity) in the buff...we had to one up them. we did the whole ropes course naked as jay birds & then went for a moonlight (it happened to be full that night) hike through the surrounding mountains!!


June 14, 2006 at 12:29:00 PM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

what a great picture! You hit the challenge right on the head. :)

June 17, 2006 at 6:19:00 PM PDT  
Blogger Lyrically speaking said...

No one would suspect that i've dated a guy with six kids (from 6 different women)and I really liked the guy, but he was getting too serious and the pressure was just too much.

June 18, 2006 at 11:29:00 AM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

great story! perfect one night stand!

June 20, 2006 at 6:17:00 PM PDT  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Something no one would suspect...

I dream of being a femme fatal.

I end up coming closer to church girl.

I love this story. Bold without sacrificing your identity. A powerful tale indeed.

June 21, 2006 at 10:43:00 PM PDT  

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