IMBOYCRAZY - Part 20

those were the days (part 2):

I called the boy I had come to New York for. I barely new him. We had had one epic make out at sway on a Sunday night, before I picked up and left for Japan. He was in an off and on relationship. Mostly ‘on’, but he downplayed this. The night we first met-he was single. I’m not, and will never be, ‘the other woman’! it’s never been a goal of mine. Anywayzies. They weren’t together anymore, but he wasn’t invested emotionally in me, as much as I was with him. Looking back, I think I was like a foot taller than him. Was I oblivious? He was so cute! I guess I didn’t realize how much my head was tilted when talking to/looking at him. He was FUNNY! That’s what I remember. But the humor ceased when I flew back to see him! And it got REALLY UNFUNNY when I needed a place to stay.

The minute I arrived at his place, I GOT MY FUCKING PERIOD. I wasn’t as vocal as I am now, so instead of telling him I got my period (which I don’t know if I would do even NOW), I got weird and squirmy and awkward. At least NOW, I would have made up an excuse to run downstairs to a bodega, get tampons and baby wipes, buy a latte at a café, use their restroom, and run back up to him like everything was lovely. Maybe even bringing him a latte too, to explain why I took so long! But if I had been THAT savvy- I never would have booked such a shithole hotel in the first place. Instead, we made out in his bed. I prayed I wouldn’t bleed on his sheets. I DIDN’T, FYI. I was wearing the dumbest outfit. And some weird ’sex and the city’ inspired jewelry. I’m so embarrassed. Not really, but I felt I had to say that.

We got lunch and I ran into an ex I used to get drunk with all the time. It ended with me having very unsexy blackout sex with him. Fantastic. Just the person I wanted to see. Whatevs. That’s how life can be. It was fine. we said our hellos, how are you’s- and I got back to the new boy.

I wanted to recapture the New York AND the night I spent with this guy BEFORE TOKYO HAPPENED. But I didn’t like my body anymore and I felt really needy and aimless. I didn’t feel loved and safe. And it wasn’t this dudes job to provide me with any of this. He was basically a stranger. the whole trip was putting way too much pressure on the both of us.

So what did we do to make it better? WE SMOKED POT! Bad move on my part! I’m already a lunatic, but when I have even a puff of the doobage, I get super bummed and ultra paranoid. Not sexy. Not cool. And a deal breaker if there ever was one. It got weird REAL FAST. Every look and move he made, I thought was about me. In a negative way! we passed out at his house….and I left in the morning, without saying goodbye. (to be continued)

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By: boycrazy on February 20, 2009

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those were the days:

Once upon a time, a much younger version of me went to New York. I was so sad. About what, I’m not sure. I was gaining weight, smoking cigarettes, binge drinking, bloated, unsure of my sense of style. I was lost.

I had been so focused and strong and happy only months before. What happened? I had moved from la to New York and from there, I was offered the chance to live in Tokyo for 4 months. In Tokyo, I worked as a model, I worked a lot. They liked pale skin, blue eyes and dark hair. I was getting boobs though and my agency was not happy about this. My feet were a bit too big for their liking too. What could I do? I was just a person.

I barely ate, had to be weighed every day in a g-string. Every part of me was measured. I understand. I’m not complaining. Just telling a story.

I was a business transaction. I was on a contract. I had to make sure I made/fulfilled my contract-my contract was based on estimates the agency had made (before they flew me to Tokyo) of how much they thought I would work while I was there. A photo and video of me was shown to fashion designers and other various clients that might hire me. These clients would say whether or not they liked me and if they were likely hire me. I was miserable in Japan.

At first it was exciting, but the measuring and weigh ins took their toll. But this was my decision. If I was going to call myself a model (a, b, or c grade) this is what I had to deal with. I’m tall. So I did lots of shows. I worked with cool designers like issey miyake, did commercials-sony,panasonic,etc, and worked with others whose names I might never remember.

While in Tokyo, I lost my NY sublet on Charles Street in the west village. That fucking bitch subletter pulled the rug out from under me. Is it ok if I call her a cunt for doing that? It is a real word. It exists to be used for the right occasions. It was the day before I was leaving Tokyo to go back home to New York and she called me to say she was changing the locks and giving it to her cousin. Thanks for the warning you dirty cuntrag life ruiner!

I figured it out. Flew back to la instead. Stayed with my mom for 2 weeks. Found an apt in Beachwood canyon. And started booking commercials. Always with the intention of moving back to NY.

2 months later,I went back to New York to visit a boy I had a crush on. I made a reservation at some cheap hotel I’d heard about in the back pages of the village voice. I was an idiot. Or just super young. In reality, the hotel was a shit hole filled with the borderline homeless(have you ever read ‘down and out in Paris in London’?). a place that provided cheap rooms where a hooker could take a client.

I rode up in the rinky-dink elevator. a jalopy of an elevator. A big brute of a man stared down at me. He was super scary and I think he was drooling while he stared at me (not to toot my own horn. I’m sure he would have drooled over any girl he was planning on killing with his bare hands).

We arrived at my floor and I ran to my room. Get this- The peephole was filled with toilet paper. Someone had removed the glass. The door bashed into the bed the minute I opened it. The room was as big as an American apparel dressing room. But not nearly as modern and bright. There was a knock on the door. Which progressed into a threatening banging! “Let me in miss. You better let me in!” It was the guy from the elevator!

I pushed my bag AND a chair against the door. I thought about climbing out the window but it was sealed shut AND it was double glass or something super solid and unbreakable. I know this cuz I punched it with my fist.

I heard heavy breathing and laughing outside the door. The banging continued. This wasn’t a time to cry. I had to be calm. And I was too scared to cry. I was a ghostly shade of white and panic stricken. I crawled under the bed, yelling “get away from here! I’m calling the police!” This would have been difficult, considering the fact that there was no phone in the room AND I didn’t have my cell. I was going to get raped to death. I was FREAKING OUT!

Miraculously, the banging stopped; I grabbed my bag, ran out of the room like a bullet, down the 8 flights of stairs. I let the front desk keep the $200 I had given them for what I planned to be a week long stay. (to be continued)

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By: boycrazy on February 19, 2009
Tags: miley cyrus blow jobs, murderers are scary
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dude of the day!!!!!

Who the hell is this guy? And what was he doing at space 1520 on cahuenga??? Why did I waste so much money flying overseas (London, Paris, Italy, Hamburg and all over Switzerland) to have romantic rendezvous’ with exotic looking dudes who barely speak English, don’t feel the need to bathe on a daily basis, and have sex all epic and animal like- when I could’ve stayed in my hometown with this guy! LOOK AT HIS FUCKING PILLOW CUSHION LIPS! I’m sorry; I just fainted, what’s happening? Oh yeah…from what I can remember, when I was taking his pic, this guy spoke English (that’s a bonus, right?), but I couldn’t hear a word he said.

He had holes in his sweater; his hands were all rugged and rough! And the best part: he SMELLED European. LOOK AT HIS SKIN. It’s all olivey toned! and those eyes that look so deep and sad. Lets face it. This dude would fuck the shit out of you! I’m just worried that he might be too nice (Is there such a thing? YES!) and end up falling in love with you. If you meet this dude in person, let him prove me wrong. But you can still let him fuck the shit of you. What’s that phrase? ‘Fuck till you bleed’? Anywayzies, it’s the least he can do.

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By: boycrazy on February 18, 2009
Tags: alexi wasser, american apparel, i saw kanye west and asked him to link my blog-i hope he does, is this nicky haas?, new york fashion week, soho grand, space 1520
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DORI DORI DORI:

now don’t freak out too hard…..but i found a very cute young man for you! his name is dori and the minute i put my eyes on him at the 101 cafe I WENT MENTAL, had no shame, gave him a sticker for this site, got his number, and did a follow up call the next day. i was serious. DEAD SERIOUS! this was no joke for me. we have a mutual friend, so i knew he probably wasn’t a killer. not only that, he’s ALSO part of a sexy young dude directing trio. very modern, very hip and perfect material for imboycrazy.com.

i went to his house to do the interview and i was super nervous. i had to leave my jacket on cuz i had broken out in a cold sweat and didn’t want to take the chance of being embarrassed by my physical freakout. upon my arrival, i EXPECTED to walk into a room with him and his friends raging, partying, putting on makeup for the hell of it, looking at porn, dancing in american apparel undies, eating pizzas and burritos. but i was mistaken.

the house was quiet and had an uuber serious/grown up vibe. oh shit! dori and his directing team were in work mode! no one wants to be around a bunch of guys in work mode! so i pulled dori aside, threw him into an empty room and together we pulled off quite possibly one of the BEST boycrazy interviews yet! don’t miss a second of either video! it’s too good! xo ps:look how happy he looks in these pictures! i make people smile and that’s all i can ask for!

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By: boycrazy on February 13, 2009
Tags: alexi wasser, directors are the best, dori oskowitz, partizan, skinny
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the boys of american apparel:

this boy is adorable! i don’t know if it’s cuz he’s young, has super long hair or what?! it could be a million different things combined! i’ve seen him at the store he works at for a while and he’s always a sweetheart, in a good mood, free of a bad attitude. he got a bit camera shy, which is even cuter. looking back, i feel like a monster with my questions…but he said he’d be interviewed! so this is more an example of yet another cute boy that exists in the world and more specifically…one that works on melrose. at least on this site, you not only get to LOOK at a cute boy, you get to HEAR him speak and get a tiny sense of his personality too. in this case, i think he’s just trying to get away from me/regretting his decision to let me interview him…but a cute boy talking nonetheless! xo

the boys of american apparel- long haired beauty: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

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By: boycrazy on February 12, 2009
Tags: american apparel, mcdonalds, my collage
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a shoulder to cry on:

here’s something i DON’T recommend, being super pms’y (which always leads me to being super needy) around a dude who is not my boyfriend! exhibit a and b:

Advice from NATE: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

Advice from Nate – PART 2: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

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By: boycrazy on February 11, 2009

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from me to you:

boycrazy speaks: from alexi wasser on Vimeo.

Look, it’s me!:

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By: boycrazy on February 10, 2009
Tags: alexi wasser, control, i like boys, interactive dating, joy division
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chatting with barnaby:

so, a lot is going on. i’m trying to write this boycrazy blog, interview dudes and keep up with contributing to interview magazine.com. not to mention, keeping up with the job i do that actually pays me. i have lots of interviews scheduled with super cute boys AND epic stories/rants planned.

BUT TODAY, i give you barnaby. he has his own blog, he’s english, witty, tall, and looks like the dude from the kooks. i’m working on coming up with better questions for the boys, so this interview with barnaby goes a bit beyond the typical “what do you love/hate about girls) rigamorole!

ps: this has absolutely nothing to do with anything, BUT- if you live near a Victoria’s secret, get your ass down there! i don’t know who the fuck is designing for them now…but it’s crazers! i just spent $300 on some awesome matching bras and undies/panties. it’s outta control over there.

pps: have them fit you. as women, we are constantly fluctuating-body wise, so ask to be refit! it’s the thing to do. plus you get to show a complete stranger your boobies…and that’s always rad!