Nate’s Place

Host Andrea Lowell

I know I’ve been a little sparse on the posts as of late and hopefully the next week or so I’ll try and pick up the pace.  I owe you all a few stories, and I actually have a good one from last night…Nate got lucky (*wink *wink).  While it may not have been as long as I would have liked the evening to last, it was pretty intense which hopefully made up for it….at least I got no complaints which is always a good sign. 

I wonder….would you ladies like an average session of decent sex, or 10 minutes of pulse pounding raw nasty fucking?  My own personal answer is that it depends on my mood, and last night it just happened to be the latter.

But that’s another post.

So a few weeks ago I told you I discovered I was now getting Playboy Radio.  In the morning, I find myself switching between Howard and Playboy.  After listening a few weeks now, I can be honest in saying I am not exactly why I keep tuning in.  The best wacky analogy I can give it’s like a car crash….you really don’t want to look….but you keep finding yourself drawn staring on occasion just in case you can get a glimpse of something worth while.  That’s how I feel about the Playboy morning show….there’s just enough titillation to keep me interested, but the gold nuggets of salacious innuendos and personal stories is generally surrounded by long periods of inane and unfunny bits.

The show is hosted by 20 something Andrea Lowell who is admittedly straight, but likes to dabble a bit with the ladies from time to time.  Also, host Kevin Klien who makes lame jokes and desperately tries to be interesting for 10 minutes at a time and constantly is trying to uphold his manly man’s man image of himself.

The email segment opens with a very lame theme song that just repeats over and over to a silly tune “We’ve got email, Oh we’ve got email”…etc…etc…etc..

They also have stupid, unfunny campaign ads and parody commercials which could only be found funny by college frat boys stoned outta their minds or people who watch the WB sitcoms.  Also the dirty weather segment gets tired very fast.  Once you heard it for one city…you heard it for them all.  Pretty unoriginal and mundane.

The interesting part of the show is when they actually have Playboy Cybergirl interviews.  The girls generally come across as very real people.  Much more real than the hosts.  There is some suggestive (although highly predictable) talk coming from Angela, but the mental image of Andrea and these girls can bring a stirring to my loins.

Angela is pretty open open her ‘open’ relationship rotation.   Meaning she doesn’t have a significant other, but more or less has a stable of fuck buddies and a few girls on retainer.  She just visited a female friend of hers in North Carolina and went into some nice detail about some fun they had with chocolate sauce and whip cream over the weekend.  She’s also talked in the last few weeks some dalliances with some of her boy toys and I suppose it’s her personal stories that keep me tuned in.  They are pretty hot, erotic and can fog up my morning window commute windows.

But as hot as Andrea’s stories and sexual attitudes and experiences are….I cringe when I hear her do her ‘fake’ laugh.  Some of her laughing is genuine, but there is a good portion of her jovial ‘guffas’ are forced.  I think we all know when we hear a forced laugh…and it just sounds horrible when it tries to fill dead air space because you know that person really has nothing of substance to say…so they interject a laugh.  It’s very transparent and really makes me flip my feeling from hot to cold on her.

I know it sounds like I am royally trashing the show.  To be honest, there are some otehr good segments and issues as well, but they just seem to get lost in the very formula driven show where you can tune out the fluff for 10 minutes stretches and have no fear that you missed anything….because they’ll do the same schtick the next day.  They really need the Cybergirls in there longer or more guests and get rid of the bubble-gum segments.