DATERVIEW

Sorry, Was That Mean...?

2011-10-25T13:35:00.003-04:00

You know whats interesting…the more time I find myself withthe lazier I seem to become. What’s withthat? I can’t imagine I’m the only onewith this “problem” so please someone, enlighten me. This is essentially my backhanded explanationas to why I haven’t updated in a while. Ireally need to get better with this.

So let’s get right to it shall we….before I start talkingabout guys who have or may actually score dates with me I’d like to tell youabout this serious pain in the ass I just had no patience for on POF. Anyone who has ever done the online datingthing knows that there are often a lot of messages which go unanswered. Some people deal with this better than othersand just let it go, knowing its not the first or the last time there won’t be aresponse. Some people will bitch andmoan to their friends…others may email you again to see if the second time is acharm…but then you have others who email you back to interrogate you on why youdidn’t respond. Do I really need tojustify why I don’t want to email you? Who is this helping here? Its notgoing to make you feel better and its only going to make me seem like abitch. For example I got this email theother day:

“So. I wrote you an interesting email. I asked you questions. I avoidedcomplimenting you like crazyeven though you're stunning. You looked at my profile and deleted the email.

Any reason? I'm still a human being even thoughi'm not a 6'3 Abercrom-boi who waxes his chest hair, promise.”

eYeah I know, you don’t even have to say it. Well, this poor sucker caught me on a bad daybecause normally I would either ignore this email as well or reply with somesort of sweet and sensitive rejection. Instead, he received this:

“Ok so we have to do this the awkward way huh...

...the email you wrote me, which you sopresumptuously assumed I deleted went a little something like this:

"So where's the best pizza place in NYC? Myvote is for Rose's in Penn Station LIRR floor"

Sure you asked A question, one single solitary question...NOTquestions as you say...but do you know how manypeople asked the same exact question? I can't walk down thestreet in the city without being stopped by a touristasking the same question...so Bravo, you're as interestingas an anonymous tourist. Frankly I wouldn't exactlydefine that as "interesting"...and if you do there isone example of why we are probably not compatible. it takes a lot more for me to be interested.

Second, you ask for a reason why I looked at yourprofile and didn't respond...well, you are a human being but you are not onewho I am attracted to. i also don't appreciate being stuck into a cliche of only looking for "Abercrombie"model types, however hot they may be.

And lastly, for a final reason I prefer to datesomeone of a similar background to mine.

Hopefully this answers your question, validatesyour humanity and gives you piece of mind that even thoughI'm "stunning" it’s possible I'm not a bitch andI'm just not interested.”

So there you have it…that is the bitchiest I think I’ve ever…well, nowait, there has definitely been worse…so it’s the bitchiest I’ve been in a longtime. I don’t really feel bad about it…butfeel like I should. He emailed me a fewtimes after that saying how he’s ugly, he knows he can’t change that but whatshould he do…blah blah. Frankly, it was borderlinepathetic but also didn’t seem possible that someone 100% whole heartedly wouldbe blurting this out to a perfect stranger who just in no uncertain termsturned you down. Anything is possiblebut deep down I hope this wasn’t serious…if it were, I’d have to speculate iflow self esteem plays a part in his lack of success.

Anyhow, I was going to lump this all together with a few other thingsbut in the interest of no making an extremely lengthy post I’m going to separatethem. Stay tuned!!

Satisfy Your Curiosity...

2011-10-04T15:41:00.001-04:00

So lets see...last I left you off was with the tale ofthe Producer. Currently, he's off inIreland...leaving me here in a state of constant jealousy...and yes, he did askme to go but let's be serious...flights were over a thousand dollars, I haven'tseen him in at least a year and I just got back from London...as sad as itmakes me it just wasn't going to happen. Even still I'll update you on what is currently an uneventfulsituation. It seems that the Producerunleashed all the "I miss you" "you've never left my mind"nonsense right before he knew he was going to be traveling for ooohhh about aMONTH. A motherfucking month!

Now, the way that’s written makes it all seem way moredramatic then it is...but I mean really...don't go saying shit like that andthen jet set across the ocean to another country for 3 weeks and then someother random state like Vermont after that. IF in fact you feel the way you say then hold it in and wait till youhome and can do something about it. Frankly, I feel like timing and momentum is everything between twopeople. You can start something and thenlet it fizzle and expect that a few weeks later it's all good. It's not.

Same goes with Wolf. He had spontaneously invited me over on a Thursday night, however, I wasalready with friends blowing away some brain cells while simultaneouslyboosting our perceptions of our own lives watching the Jersey Shore hence I wasn'tavailable. We tried to meet up Saturdaynight but he never came through and nothing since. Its dead...whatever it was. In my opinion anyway. We had some momentum...there was a spark, itwas alive..and its died. We killedit...by letting too much time pass. Isee him at our game on Thursday and I have a flurry of mixed emotions about it.

And now..Sunday Funday. God I LOVE football season. Beer,wings, football = Bliss. In the past I wastypically with Dipshit during football season...which was fun since we wereboth HUGE NYG fans. Even if it was justthe two of us watching a game it was a lot of fun. Last year was my first single football seasonsince graduating college and it was spent watching the games with my friendsalways switching houses. This year...stillsingle (yippee???) and I'm doing Sunday Funday like never before. I had no idea what I've been missing all thistime. Being out at the bars during thegames not only is a hot guy jackpot but a seriously good time. The energy, the cheering, the dozen TVsshowing every game...its heaven. Anddangerous...in all the best ways. Twicenow I've been out till almost 11pm...once I did a mini bar crawl (by accident)through Hoboken. Every time I've metsomeone. The first time it was thisreally cute guy who I may have made out with in the street before he took mynumber and I walked back to my friends apt with a big smile on my face. The second time it was a friend (read:wingman) of a guy hitting on KK. I evenheard the guy lean over to the wingman and say "your welcome"...as inhe's welcome for getting to meet me...sooo weird. This guy was really cute, however, he's a bitshort for my taste. I tend to beattracted to taller, bigger men (not like heavy guys but more of the broadshoulder, guys guy type)...this guy was maybe 5'8" but again great,casual, fun personality and definitely cute...so yeah, I gave him mynumber. We texted and it all fell apartwhen he called me shit tanked at 4:30 AM!!! On Friday. Fail dude.

Well, there is your update for now. I have a nasty cold I'm trying to kick whichbasically put the brakes on all my adventures from this past weekend. I was lucky I made it between my bed and mycouch. I may have been sprawled out inthe hallway for a bit crying for someone to fix me. The GIANTS certainly helped perk me up withtheir big WIN on Sunday as did the 5 wings I ate. Please wings are like antibiotics...in aperfect world.

Do U Miss Me? - Part 2

2011-09-16T11:59:00.003-04:00

For those who missed it or need a refresher...read Part 1 of "Do U Miss Me?" - HERE

I was recently looking up locations for aparticular store and one of the cities listed rang a bell and for the life ofme I couldn’t figure out why. When I wasentering the city into my gps it pulled up an address in the same city which Ihad previously saved…it was for the Producer…ah-ha…that explains why it was sofamiliar.

Yesterday morning I’m sitting at work…bored(which seems to be the norm recently…hence me spending more time sending out myresume then I do being productive for the job I actually have)…and the Producerwas on my mind. I thought I had deletedhis number but still I went through my contacts and there he was. So in a vague stream of consciousness, Itexted him. I said “So I was around yourcity recently and I couldn’t figure out why it seemed so familiar…then Iremembered ;) hope all it wellmister!!” I fully expected a response of“who is this?” or something cold and disinterested or nothing at all…I received“And you didn’t call me? How rude! What’sweird is I caught myself thinking of u a few days ago”

Oh? Wow.

Blah blah typical how are you bantercommences then…

“Boyfriend?”

He wastes no time really.

Reply: “Not presently” I had considered trying to fuck with him butdecided it really wasn’t worth it. I hadno idea where this conversation was heading.

Producer: “That’s a shame. Such a smile should always have someoneadmiring it. How’s the job”

At this point I’m just so surprised and confused bythese little flirty compliments…what is he trying to charm me orsomething? And yeah, real smooth askingabout my job after saying something like that.

I respond and more banter ensues. He eventually proceeds to tell me he stillhas my name in his phone as Seal which one drunken night at a bar he decided tostart calling me…I supposeits been that way ever since. He says its because I have “really cute paw hands”…don’task.

I turn the tables and ask about him. I refuse to ask the specific question ofwhether or not he has a girlfriend…I don’t need him to think that’s where I’mgoing with all this. I’ll let him takethe lead on this conversation's direction.

He tells me everything is good…work is goodand he’s been traveling to and from Ireland a lot (soo jealous!!!) his roomies moved out (he owns his own homeand a couple of friends were living there with him) and ultimately not much haschanged. I told him I had just been in Irelandin November and was so jealous of his travels there. To which he responds:

“What part of Ireland? I’ll be leaving next Sunday and staying inBelfast for two weeks…you should come and visit me.”

Me: “Luck you to spend 2wks there!!” (conveniently ignoring that invitation!)

Producer: “Fly out and spend a weekend withme.” (persistent aren’t we?)

Now I decide to cave and mention theimportant question:

Me: “First I just got back from London so Ireally shouldn’t be spending more $$ for a flight…Second don’t you have a gf? (THIS isthe important question) Third…despite all that it does sound super fun lol” (I mean lets be serious…that would be quite astory and most likely would be fabulous fun)

Producer: “I like your third reason, yourwrong on the second one and for your first reason…blah, you will always makemore money” (touché)

Producer: “We could pick up where we leftoff just this time its in Ireland.”

Me: “LoL that sounds like it should be someMTV reality show…where exactly did we leave off?” (a question I really wanted the answer to)

Producer: “I’m not seeing a problem here” (completely ignoring my question is terribly frustrating)

Me: “Perhaps a different location…maybe onenot clear across the Atlantic.”

I then get accused for not having a senseof adventure which I took to heart bc I absolutely do and I made sure he knewit. I'm sorry but I take an accusation like thatto heart and had to defend myself. I found out he’s been goingover there to interview a cast and crew for a new show HBO will be producing…man,this just sounds cooler by the minute. Sigh.

He then sends me over a picture to show mea view of where he was during his last visiting. It was breathtaking.

Me: “That’s absolutely gorgeous…I missthose views.”

Producer: “U miss me?”

I was just leaving work when I saw that andI couldn’t catch my breath for a minute. WHAT?? My jaw was on thefloor. Now that was unexpected and I didn’tknow how to answer. That’s a seriouslybold question to ask and I couldn’t figure out fast enough what to do. My mind was racing, my heart was too…I feltalmost panicked. I don’t know…did I misshim?

Clearly, I haven't forgot about him…butdoes that mean you miss someone? I don’tknow. I always think so fondly about ourtime together…but again does that mean I “miss” him? But then after a few unanswered phone callsto my bestest girls I tried to take a deep breath and think about him. and just him. Really…what did I feel.

To try and avoid the question while I continuedto think I eventually responded “Good question ;)” so lame!

Then: “U miss me?” Just to try and turn the table.

Producer: “Do you want me to miss you?” (he’s always been good at avoiding thequestion…clearly that hasn’t changed)

Me: “What girl wouldn’t want to be missed?”

Producer: “Very true, but you didn’t answermy question.”

Me: “You didn’t answer mine either.”

Producer: “I asked first missy.” (fair enough…he did..but still!!! I don’twant to answer first!)

I gave it one last thought and said:

“Its funny, I hadn’t really thought aboutit so your question kind of caught me off guard…”

Producer: “I’ll take that as a polite no”

Me: “But yeah, on some level. So its not a no.”

Producer: “LOL well that put a smile on myface.”

Me: “So now you…miss me?”

Ready for this….because I certainly wasn’t….

Producer: “You have somehow managed tonever leave my mind.”

I almost had tears in my eyes and literallyhad to sit down. Granted…I was on my 10^th+game of flip cup so that probably had something to do with my reaction butwhile I pulled myself together I managed to write

“Really? So why haven’t you ever called” (Bam!!)

Producer: “I’ve been in and out ofrelationships. I’m not the one to cheator lead someone else on.”

Me: “Fair enough, I can respect that. So now…”

Producer: “You tell me.” (No….YOU tell ME…since you kind of startedthis.)

I told him it depends on what he’s lookingfor…since 1. Last we had spoke about “us” he had told me he wasn’t looking foranything serious and essentially just wanted a FWB thing 2. If that’s what he’slooking for this is being squashed immediately because I’m not built for orinterested in that kind of thing

Silence. Till the next day (yesterday) when I get: “sorry love, I passed out lastnight and have been in meetings all day” LOVE?!?! Oh no no…I’m not yourlove and that’s not cute…we are not at the pet name thing at this moment andespecially not names like that. I know, Iknow people say that casually but it just didn’t feel right here. I didn’t say anything besides no worries.

So at this point I’m still not sure what hewas looking for by having that conversation…not sure if I should ask or justwait for him to start it up again. it’sa bit strange how the conversation had so much momentum and now I’m sittinghere just baffled. A part of me says,let him be the man and come after me with any additional things he wishes todiscuss…but naturally the part of me that hates being curious and left withunsettled questions is dying to make him speak. Truth is I’m probably going to do my best to follow the former and justbe patient. If he goes MIA or just doesn’tbring it up again then I know he was full of shit…I could be wrong but something tells me that won’tbe the case but I know in the long run no matter the outcome, it will be muchmore satisfying if I don’t initiate it.

Now I plan to stuff my stomach as much as possiblythis weekend with tons of incredible Greek food at my church festival thisweekend…yes, I plan on going all three days don’t judge me…and wait. I fucking hate waiting.

Do U Miss Me? - Part 1

2011-09-15T15:31:00.002-04:00

I owe you all a post on London…I know. I’m sorry…sort of. I mean I do feel guilty but simultaneouslyrealize that time hasn’t been on my side since I’ve been back so its not completelymy fault. Right?

Anyway, you’re probably thinking while I’msitting here typing away with this silly bullshit it would be the perfectopportunity to share the details of my getaway. And you’d be right. It is! Buuutttt…. its not. Huh?

You see, I NEED to fill you in on something and I’mjust so amped up about it I’m putting things out of chronological order…I knowI’m such a rebel…that’s just how I roll. Deal.

So, heres the scoop…there is a guy from thepast…about 2 years ago almost exactly to be honest. I’ve never talked about him here beforebecause, well there was never a reason to. He’s the past. And the wholesituation got very clouded by Dipshit that while I’ve been in touch with himhere and there over the past 2 years it was all nonsense and not worthy of everthinking about or mentioning here.

Here is the history…back when I was apaying member of Match I one day got a very entertaining email from a guy. I checked out his profile and while thecontent seemed fabulous I wasn’t 100% sure about my physical attraction tohim. He seemed cute but it was one ofthose situations where either he is legit cute or those were the best picturestaken of him…ever. So in a leap of faithand mainly because I liked his email so much I decided to respond. For those who are curious, the message, whileI don’t remember exactly what he wrote to start it off, closed with him sayingsomething along the line of “ok now we’re going to play a game…grab your ipod,hit shuffle and tell me the first three songs that come up.” A part of me was terribly nervous that he mayjudge me for having things like the soundtrack to WICKED or Britney Spears onmy ipod or that he had some weird way of knowing what kind of person I am basedon the type of music I listen to…would these three songs be a deal breaker? There really was no way to tell so I did ashe asked and never felt so nervous hitting send on a message before (orprobably since). I later found out thathe had absolutely no care in the world what the songs were and it was just hisway of being fun and different…clearly he succeeded.

Well, anyway we chatted on the phone…set upa first date and I can still remember him walking across the street to meet mefor the first time. I got sudden butterflies...it was weird. He was definitelylegit cute. But not in the traditionalway…there was just something about him. anyway, we got drinks, then went for dinner…he wanted to share apps anddessert, we ordered our own entrees…I don’t like to eat in front of people I don’t know but there wassomething so comfortable about being with him that it wasn’t bothering me asmuch. Even the bill paying wasn't weird...I offered to pay naturally but he was just so smooth and confident about how he went about taking the check and handling it, every time (the entire time we dated actually)...I wish every guy was like this. We didn’t want the night to end yetso we walked from dinner to a wine bar. Along the way we were chatting about the Ballroom/Latin dance lessons Iwas taking and suddenly he grabbed my hand, twirled me around then swooped meinto a graceful dip…looked me in the eyes and gave me the sweetest, toetingling kiss. When we finally left thewine bar he was in a great rush to catch the last train out of the city and Ineeded to head to the bus. He insisted Icouldn’t go alone so he put us both in a cab and made the driver first drop meoff at the stop. The whole while wecouldn’t keep our lips apart…he did, however, manage to ask when he could seeme again.

We managed to squeeze in two dates before Ileft for a long weekend in Vegas. Wechatted while I was away and I truly couldn’t wait to see him when I gotback. Things steadily grew between us…wewere getting together regularly…I met his friends…he met some of mine…we hadeven agreed to wait to sleep together until we were more serious. And we did. And when we did…it was awesome and worth the wait.

When December rolled around I anticipatednot seeing him much as he warned me from when we first met that December isalways a really insane month for him at work…he’s a Producer for HBO. (TheProducer is what my friends refer to him as) As a side note, getting to sit in an editing room with him and hisassistant and watch them piece together footage for previews of upcoming showswas actually pretty amazing. At the timehis biggest project was for the show called The Pacific…if anyone saw any ofthe previews on HBO for that show…he did that. Pretty fucking cool.

Anyway, December…that brought a huge disappointmentfor me. I went from talking to theProducer everyday to nothing at all. Myexcitement was deflated…I didn’t know what happened. What changed so suddenly? Simultaneously while I’m dealing with thisconfusion I was being begged and pleaded with from Dipshit to give him anotherchance because I’m his "soul mate" and all that other garbage he threw out atme. It was an extremely emotional and confusing time.

Well, the holidays came and went and when Ithought I’d be giving the Producer the awesome Jets mug I bought him I didn’t evenget a Merry Christmas text. New YearsEve when I thought I’d been kissing him at midnight I found myself being kissedby Dipshit…how did this happen??

A few days later is my birthday (the 3^rdfor anyone who wants to put it on the calendar so you remember to get me agift) and suddenly after rocking out hardcore with my sister and some friendsin Long Beach I get a text…”I’m so very sorry…for everything.” The wind was knocked out of me. Did he remember it was my birthday?? Long story (as per usual) short…I ended uplocking myself in our friends bathroom while everyone was drunkenly passed outhad an emotional, teary eyed (for both of us) conversation with the Producerabout what happened.

Essentially he said he freaked out becausethings were getting more serious and instead of talking about it he kind of “ran”. He said he felt so guiltly because I didn’t deservethat…damn fucking right…and he just didn’t know what to say. We ended the call making it seem like we weregoing to get together again and kind of see what we wanted to do. Being my resolve was weakening and I wasfalling stupidly back into things with Dipshit, nothing ever really came of itbut naturally I didn’t forget him. Hemade me so happy and made me feel so wanted and cared for in ways Dipshit neverdid…and its not like he did anything all that extraordinary. It was just so different. I wasgenuinely happy…I smile now just thinking about it.

We hung out months later in the springright before I stopped talking to Dipshit all together. We had dinner…hooked up…and left it at that.

I remember reaching out to him randomlyanother time and I forget why exactly and eventually I mentioned that we shouldgrab drinks and catch up (and I meant it completely innocently andplatonically)…his response…”I think my girlfriend would be uber sexual jealousif I went out for drinks with you.” Forget the fact that I don’t even know what that was supposed to mean I justsaid sorry and something about it being a shame he couldn't have girls as friends and left it at that. He had agirlfriend and wasn’t interested in seeing me, even as a friend.

I hadn’t heard from him since. Until recently…. (more to come)

Shame on you NYC...

2011-09-08T10:35:00.001-04:00

For being more gross and rainy then London!!! I mean really...London is famous for its fog, rain and crap weather...same as Ireland...so imagine my surprise when I'm across the pond and the weather for the most part (while cold) was lovely...and I return home to...shit.

Such is life I suppose...what's up America.

Anyway...I'm totally, completely and head over heels in love with London. I didn't want to leave. I want to go rent a flat and stay for a bit.

I can't wait to tell you all about the trip but with my outlook full of unread emails I have to attend to, all your new posts I want to catch up on oh and the fact that it took me 2.5hrs to get into work making me 1.5hrs late (oops) and then having to unwrap my desk..yes, you read that right, my coworkers decided to completely wrap my desk in plastic wrap and individually wrap my accessories like my mouse, notebook, files, etc...its been quite a morning!

small example of the hilarity that was my desk

I'll hopefully be able to write it all up tomorrow since it is Friday and I don't plan on working very hard...my head is still across the pond...

Fish, Chips & Bloody Good Times

2011-09-01T09:16:00.000-04:00

Well Good Morning everyone!!! While I still have some State side news I need to fill you in on I'm in a bit of a time crunch at the moment and won't have time to write.

I wanted to get a quick post out to let you know I'm going to be crossing the pond this evening and landing in LONDON in the AM!!!!

I have wanted to go to London for as long as I can remember...Greece is at the tippy top of my list and I'll hopefully be going with my ENTIRE family next year...but for now I'm going to get to cross London off the list.

I'm going with my sister and a few friends...all except for my little sis are single...this means we're going to have a really good time =)

Any advice, tips or inside info on places where I could meet a Prince would be greatly appreciated!!!

I promise to return with amazing, juicy stories for you all...miss you till then!!! (unless I get access to a computer over there...i opted not to lug along my laptop...and can shoot out a quick post or two)

Don't Drink & Drive...

2011-08-29T12:06:00.000-04:00

Time to play a little catch up & update. As per my last post I did see both Wolf & Grant last week…in fact I saw them both 3 times last week. I’ve basically settled into the thinking that Grants little display of drunken affection was just that…he was drunk and people do stupid shit when they are wasted. I’m totally ok and relieved with this. He is a really great guy but I don’t see him as more than a friend so better to let the drunk texts/calls lie. Wolf however is another story. Apparently everyone around us seems to think there is something going on…and on some level there is…its that flirty, make out, touchy feely level…nothing extremely significant…we have chemistry and people pick up on that, no surprise.

We went out Tuesday night for a friend’s birthday…it was fun, everyone was having a great time. Being that I had to drive to the beer garden (we seem to be spending a lot of time there lately) I was offered up to drive Wolf, Grant and another friend of ours home since I would be passing by their place anyway. Well, while in the backseat of my car Wolf and Grant start going through everything back there. The two of them seem to have an obsession of rummaging through peoples things…typically this would be obnoxious and borderline rude but they are funny about doing it so its hard to get too mad…until they went into a bag of clothes I had and pulled out my bra. What the FUCK guys!!! I was kind of mortified but tried to play it cool as I grabbed the bra and scolded them like the children they were acting like. Fucking men.

When I pull up to their building everyone gets out except for Wolf. He was asking me to park and come in and hang out…he said we were having too much fun for me to go home yet. Then gave me the puppy dog eyes. Not fair. I resisted and told him I’d see him tomorrow for his birthday so he should just be patient. He got out and insisted I get out of the car to give him a hug goodbye. Apparently rolling down my window and waving wasn’t satisfactory enough for him. So I hop out of the car and just as I’m stretching my tiny arms up to reach his sky high shoulders he grabs my waist and picks me up which causes a wave of giggles to come out (something about a guy picking me up makes me all kinds of tickled) and ultimately causes what I think was him potentially going in for a kiss to be an epic fail. And that’s totally fine since our friends were watching and that would be kind of awkward anyway.

Fast forward to the next day. Its Wolfs birthday and our last kickball game of the season. I end up at his apartment to cut up our shirts and have a few pre-game drinks. As I’m cutting up his shirt he starts rubbing my legs coming on how smooth they are (thank god I shaved!!!)…oh Wolf. We all eventually leave, head to the field, play some kickball, lose the game and proceed to the bar. We always win at the bar. The night ended up being epic. We were all having so much fun and I was proud of myself for not being so stand-offish to Wolf while still getting some flirt time in with a couple of other guys (one of them actually asked me out…I need to keep my options open!!)

At the end of the night I was ready to head home and Wolf seemed to be packing up as well so I asked him (without any ulterior motives!!!) if he would mind walking me to my car…better not to be walking alone by myself at night. Its what my mom would have wanted. So naturally him walking me turned into me dropping him off. Which turned into one of, if not the, hottest make-outs in a car I have ever had. Ever. We were sitting there talking then he starts messing with the radio, I ended up leaning in to see what he was doing…our faces were too close to resist and BAM…fireworks from there. At one point I was nearly straddling him in the passenger seat…we were twisting and turning every which way, I can’t even really tell you how it worked. It kind of reminded me of Jack and Rose in the back of that car on the Titanic…minus the backseat, the sex, the nakedness, the boat and the people chasing after us…so maybe it was nothing like that at all but the intensity they felt was probably the same. Yeah, whatever…all I knew was that it was hot and cant-catch-your-breath-fun. I’ve never truly felt the “thrill of being caught” before (I used to beg my ex to have sex on the sun deck of my old building but he never would…lame!!) but this little tryst in my car finally gave me a sense of what that’s like. Cars would pass by and there were people walking on the street…it was all very exciting.

At one point I sat back and realized how much time had passed by and just how exhausted I was…despite how much fun I was having. I reluctantly told Wolf I need to get home and he enthusiastically countered with “or you can just park”. Ah, the inevitable sleep over invitation. After about 15minutes of debate I decided that being I had been drinking and based on that alone probably shouldn’t be driving…coupled with how exhausted I was (it was nearly 2am) that for my own personal safety as well as that of the other innocent people on the road I really shouldn’t be driving anywhere. I told Wolf that I would stay but we are going right to sleep and nothing is happening…’I will not be sleeping with you’ is exactly what I told him and ‘don’t think this is going to become a habit’.

this is almost exactly how we slept all night...

We were good…I swear. And while it was responsible I’m not pleased I ended up staying over. Well the snuggling was wonderful (I’m such a sucker for that) and the part of me that misses waking up next to someone was temporarily appreciative for the company. “Someone” forgot to set his alarm which made me wake up late and ultimately late to work…he seemed to find it funny…jackass. As I rushed out of there and got to my car I went to reach for my phone…motherfuckingsonofabitch…I forgot my damn phone in his room. You MUST be joking me. I was nearly on the verge of tears thinking how its going to look for me to go back there and wake him up. I considered just leaving it there but decided that would be worse. I am 100% going to look like that girl who managed to “forget” something at the guys place. Fuck!!! Needless to say, after he answered the door I sheepishly darted to his room grabbed my phone, apologized for waking him up and bolted. He proceeded to tease me about it all weekend. Stay tuned for the gossip about Wolf & Grants keg party!!

Two Guys & A Girl...

2011-08-22T16:04:00.000-04:00

I got a new FWB (aka follower for my blog) and in honor of you I decided not to be a lazy waste of space today and crank out this post just for you!! ;)

Its always exciting when a new bar finally opens…and it’s a huge relief when you go and see that the wait was totally worth it because it’s awesome. This happened last weekend when a few of my new kickball friends and I headed over to the new beer garden that opened in Hoboken. They should totally pay me for plugging their bar or at least give me a free liter of beer (or two) but truth is the Pilsener Haus & Biergarten is pretty awesome and a great place for a date or a day/night out with friends. Oh and get the muscles…they are incredible.

I got there earlier with a few others and anticipated the arrival of Wolf (who is the Guy from my last post). I was actually looking forward to seeing him not only because I looked great but because I had been laying the ground work all week on keeping in touch with him and was hoping it may pay off when we’re in person.

I can honestly say the whole time we were there together there was subtle flirting and lots of eye contact. Eventually he and his roommate were going to leave to head to another bar and both were begging me to join them, however, my sister and some of her friends had just got to the beer garden so I promised I’d keep in touch with them and would see about meeting up later.

No less than 5 minutes after he left Wolf was texting me about coming to meet him. I’d keep replying snarky little things like “what do you miss me that much already?” to which he’d confirm that yes, he kinda did. Cute.

Well eventually I started getting texts from his roomie asking where I was. Then just to throw a nice twist to things he was asking if I wanted to hang out with him at his apartment. WHAT??? I knew exactly what he was thinking but decided to play dumb anyway. This was just too weird. I now had two roommates both texting me to come hang out with them as individuals, not a good. Dear God.

Eventually texts turned to calls. Grant, the roomie, was doing the I’m-completely-wasted-so-I’m-going-to-call-every-minute-till-you-answer bit. I was hoping I could just ignore the calls long enough for him to wear himself out. Wolf and I were still just texting and eventually he asked me to call him. I had literally just got in my car so I figured why not. I could tell he was definitely a bit buzzed as he was insisting that I drank too much to drive home and its not safe. Clearly his solution was that I needed to come stay over with him. When I insisted in return that I only had two beers the entire day/night and was more then fine to drive he changed tactics. It now turned into him really wanting to see me, begging to see me in fact…in a way hearing him on the phone pleading “PYT please come, please I really want to see you” was actually kind of cute. Almost enough to change my mind. He was pulling out all the stops…saying that it’d be such a perfect time because I could sleep over and then we could spend all day Sunday hanging out and watching movies since it was going to be pouring rain and the perfect snuggling day. AAAHHH damn it Wolf, snuggling is my weakness.

I will full admit that had my sister not been out and driving right behind me in her car there is a really good chance I would have given in after the rainy day snuggle proposal. I will also admit that I told him if he really wants to hang out with me and have sleepovers like that he should actually make a plan with me, ask me out and not call me at 2am and think its gonna work. He said he knows but could I please still come over anyway. Jesus….men!!!

The next day Grant had texted me trying to piece together his night and was mortified about how much he texted me. I assured him it wasn’t a big deal and made no mention his roomie was guilty of the same thing. I wonder if either of them know what the other was up to…could you even imagine what it would have been like if I had given in to either one of them...talk about awkward…yet, somehow hilarious. Oh and apparently they do Sunday dinner every Sunday and Grant extended an invite to me…I’m going to have to take because I love when men can cook. I offered to make dessert…no way either one of them won’t be in love with me after that.

Anyway, I’m going to see Wolf tomorrow, not sure about Grant, but frankly, I’m feeling over the whole thing. Funny how after a bit you just get bored with it all and now as fate would have it I’ll just bet he shows interest. Day late, dollar short. Stay tuned love bugs.

Nice Guys are Assholes Too...

2011-08-05T11:30:00.000-04:00

So here is a story for you:

Girl joins a kickball team. Girl meets super cute guy on kickball team. Guy and girl make out one night…sparks fly. Guy wants girl to stay …instead Girl flees home with friend. Balls are kicked, cups are flipped and flirting ensues. Girl invites guy to come meet her at a bar for drinks with a few friends. Guy obliges and shows up. Guy flirts heavily with girl and expresses jealousy that other boys may have flirted with her. Guy leaves and calls/texts girl to invite her to his place. Girl considers, friends encourage and girl ends up spooning/making out with guy. Girl leaves for work in the AM.

Two weeks pass and guy and girl are reunited on the field. Guy runs over to girl excited to see her. Girl is secretly excited to see guy too. Flirting commences. More of the same takes place at the bar until guy is suddenly entrapped in conversation with a Gumby Girl (aka a girl that is so tall she reminds me of Gumby).

Guy seems to forget original girl is still there, staring right at him. Guy has blinders on and is completely focused on Gumby. Guy and Gumby may have left together?? Girl is saddened.

See, thing is perhaps I didn’t play my game right and as one of my teammates pointed out, should have been more aggressive so to say at the bar. Like as in not keeping my distance so as to not seem too interested and actually going over to him every time he was asking me to instead of ignoring it and playing coy. Yet knowing there is a chance I made myself seem completely disinterested I still can’t shake the feeling that him flirting with that girl right in front of me without a care was kind of fucked up. He had shown interest in me and then it was like I didn’t exist…although truth be told I did exist at first and he kept saying “you should stand over here” and motioned to his side…and then I didn’t. What’s wrong with me exactly? Idiot.

Does anyone else do this? You’re afraid to seem too interested or be that girl that goes after a guy when perhaps you should be hanging with your friends and ultimately you screw yourself out of a chance with him? Where is the line exactly? When do you know when you should push the envelope and when is it ok to break from your friends to pursue a cutie? This is a consistent issue for me and I need help tackling it. I’m constantly too afraid of being too flirty that I think I shoot myself in the foot with guys I actually like and end up looking disinterested. Also I think I’m afraid if I’m too flirty I look desperate and a guy will give me attention just because he thinks I’m an easy target for the night. I want a guy to want to date me and get to know me and I’m starting to think I have no fucking clue how to make that happen. I’m caught in some limbo of fearing too much of one thing that I end up doing nothing and ultimately getting nowhere…other then aggravated.

Now that I’ve recognized that I’m constantly committing dating suicide how do I stop it? I’m not sure which step recognizing and admitting you have a problem is but I’ve done it…now what??? I fear if I don’t quit this shit right now I’m going to be single forever and that thought just made me throw up in my mouth a little.

**Disclaimer: I in no way think this guy owes me anything or that just because we made out and had a sleep over he should be banned from flirting with anyone else…that’s just completely ridiculous…I guess I just feel his actions show no consideration or respect for me whatsoever…and no, I would not like a guy like that, however, if there was something I should/could have done to potentially change the outcome speak up!**

Knocked Up?

2011-07-25T15:41:00.000-04:00

I haven’t done this in a while…this whole blog thing. But don’t think a day has gone by where I haven’t thought about it…that I haven’t talked about it…and I haven’t started, stopped, deleted, backspaced and did over the very post I’m attempting to write now. It’s been surprisingly difficult not being around and I’m sad I haven’t been able to pull it together to write in…forever.

I had been trying to figure out what to write, how to say what it is I want to say. I’ve thought about making a video…perhaps my feelings would come across better through my overly expressive face and inflection in my voice…but would anyone like it? You tell me. I’ve tried to think about what words I could use to express what I was thinking except so many were racing through it was hard to pin them down. So I took some time…some time to just process and deal. I honestly didn’t need as much time as its been since I’ve last posted but I have had a shit ton of things going on (very good things) which have been occupying every spare second of free time I’ve had to the point where I just legitimately did not have a moment to do anything else. It’s almost as if I’ve been full time engineer/full time party planner/full time gym rat-zumba instructor.

So, because I don’t give a shit I’m not going to be all dramatic about this for you…guess what…my dipshit ex is engaged. Yes you read that right. No I’m not shaking and crying as I write this. In fact I’m giggling. From the second I found out, aside from my mind just being boggled, I’ve just laughed. This is the most fucking ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard. And you know what’s funny…is back when I found out (against my will) that he was dating this girl I kept saying, watch and see he marries her…just a weird sixth sense. It’s really strange how that happens sometimes.

Within a couple of months of us breaking up and ceasing communication he met this girl and started dating her which was a huge slap in the face, she is the first and only girls he’s dated since me. And now in under a year of our demise and the start of his new relationship he’s engaged. They haven’t even spent four seasons together! Listen, it’s his life and what he does from the day we stopped speaking until the day either of us dies has absolutely no effect or bearing on my life whatsoever. I never wanted to know this information and it was told to me against my will. I was livid more so about that then the engagement to be honest with you, but that’s another story for another time.

I’m over him…so very over him. I never once asked why me, felt jealous or a longing to be in her shoes. That doesn’t stop me from thinking this is the most ridiculous, absurd thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t understand what the rush is, nor do I need to. She’s a baby…somewhere around 23 years old and he’s my age…so why the need to jump into this so fast, what’s the rush…why do two people who are so young need to be engaged in less than 9mths of dating…perhaps she’s pregnant…which I must say would only make this all that much more amazing. And please don’t think that on some very deep, personal and real level I’m not hurting…I am. While I’ve never nor will I ever say that should have been me that doesn’t mean I’m numb.

He is presumably happy…though without speaking to him directly or someone who still knows him now there is no way to know that for sure and does it really even matter? To be honest with you that is the only thing I’m sad about. I don’t wish him harm, sickness or anything of the sort but I most certainly do not wish him well, I don’t think he deserves happiness. He hurt me so deeply, so frequently and without remorse that deep in my heart and soul I don’t believe someone so vicious should be experience so much good. He proved time and again that there was no love and frankly no respect for me on any level since he selfishly kept testing my trust. I’m left with scars and he’s moved on to someone else.

I’m healed from the pain of him personally but I still find it hard to trust someone. I know the day will come when I can and frankly I haven’t really found a guy yet that I’ve really needed to worry about such a thing with. I will say that there are times when I’m thinking about the future and finding someone new and how I’m afraid of the idea of getting too close because I’ve been conditioned to believe I’d have to let go. Even looking at my friends relationships, I am constantly wondering, how do they keep staying together? When is it going to end? Not because I want it to but simply because I know nothing else. The most significant relationship I’ve had thus far was like an atomic bomb which exploded with more frequency and fierceness as time went on. Each time he’d break up with me it was with seemingly less remorse and more just a rehearsed, glazed over look on his face that said he knew he should feel sorry but probably doesn’t (the last time he didn’t even have the balls to face me…the coward called me on the phone). And every time he returned trying to get me back it was with more conviction and certainty that I was the one, his soul mate and he could never live without me. I was dating both Jekyll and Hyde but never had the choice of which one got to stick around. He called the shots.

He was the one I always wanted. I didn’t even recognize him when I saw him for the first time since junior high in our friends backyard…but I had one of those “that’s the man I’m going to marry moments” And from that point on he was what I always wished for…every candle I blew out, every star I saw, penny I threw, 11:11 that passed by…you name it, if I could wish on it I would..and I wished that we would be together. For so long I wished and I got little tastes of it when we would flirt and make out on breaks during college and he would get jealous if I’d flirt with anyone else. When we finally got serious I felt all my wishes came true. When we broke up I was back to wishing…wishing he’d realize he made a mistake…and he would come back. This last time the wishing stopped. If anything, I was wishing he would disappear from my memory. I wanted him erased because remembering was too hard and painful. I wished it all never happened. I hate to say this since people try so hard to “live life without regrets” but it’s really an impossible thing I feel. I tried so hard to walk away from the relationship without regrets and I thought that by giving him every chance and opportunity he asked/begged for was the way to do that. I look back now and realize that was stupid. I wanted love so badly, I wanted him so badly, I wanted his love more then I wanted my own true happiness. I walked away without either.

A year later all the pieces of me that I let go or stifled just to try and be with him have returned full force, I feel more myself then I think I had the entire time I was with him. That speaks volumes. I hate that I wasted so much time on him especially since any lessons I may have learned from all this should have been learned after the first time he broke up with me. I have always seen the world with a child-like wonder…I’m not immature…but I always want to believe in good, maybe even a little sparkle and magic too if you will ;) My Mom has always said I have a whimsical way about me and she’s right. I love to look at everything and everyone and see the fun, the joy and the beauty in it. I want to believe in good and that people would want to protect and love me the way I would them. I learned the hard way that’s not the case. I still feel the same I always have and the part of me that wants so badly to feel even an ounce of the love that I hope he felt from me still exists…I’m just a little more cautious now and that’s not a bad thing.

So onward we go and to the man I have yet to meet…I truly look forward to the day we find each other.

To the rest of you…thank you for sticking around during my uber long hiatus. That truly means the world to me. Now that I have this post out of the way we can continue our regularly scheduled programming of me updating you on all the craziness that has been occurring. And lucky for you there is so much to catch you up on!!!

Life...Its a Doozie

2011-06-06T13:02:00.000-04:00

I just wanted to check in and say I was hit with some rather fucked up news recently and I'm trying to wrap my head around it and gather my thoughts...I'm going to post this week and probably should have just written like a mad girl the moment I heard...and while I thought about it I just didn't want to open my computer.

Keep an eye out...I will get a few posts up this week.

xoxo

Forget You!!!

2011-05-23T15:16:00.000-04:00

In an attempt to stop being so "careful" and so worried about what others may think I've been trying to be a little more daring, more open, more what the fuck let's do it with my life. Yes, it sounds careless and perhaps on some level it is. But taking care hasn't left me feeling anymore empowered or excited about being single then being a little more bold would, in fact I'd feel its safe to say I have more regrets about not doing things then doing them, so switching things up seemed like a great plan. After all I had a great week getting to know the Marine because of it!

So, when Friday came and the Rival (who I've been texting with sporadically since our first date) asked me to get a couple of girlfriends and join him and his friends for Beer Olympics..I gave it a quick thought and said sure! I gathered up two of my best single girls and we made our way to the Upper East Side backyard.

When we finally arrived "fashionably" an hour late...not purposely...the party was in full swing. The Rival enthusiastically greeted my friends and I and got us acquainted and set up with everything that was going on. My plan for the afternoon was to just have fun. I figured that when the Rival wanted to/had the time he would come over and hang with me but the fact was he was with his friends, I had only met him once - a month ago, and this was a competition (beer olympics)...so my expectations weren't high for us interacting.

As it happened we spent a little time together and most of our talking was done across a Beirut table while our teams played one another. I constantly caught him staring at me which was flattering and also nerve-wracking since I kept praying I wasn't doing something retarded.

The party was going really well and everyone was having a totally blast. It was really great to see the Rival in his "natural setting" if you will and watch him interacting with his friends and totally letting his guard down. I just kept thinking how very much my type he was seeming to be and how I was looking forward to continue getting to know him. Until I couldn't find him.

Everyone, except for a few who were too drunk to care, had run inside once mother nature decided to fuck us over and drop an awesome amount of rain on our heads. I was upstairs with a bunch of Rivals friends and suddenly realized I hadn't seen him since we all came inside. I quickly looked around, trying my best to totally play it cool, and finally broke down and asked his friend (who was one of the hosts of the party) if he'd seen him...apparently he had left...and didn't say goodbye?? My face must have immediately shown my emotions as his friend tried to play damage control. He tried to reassure me he didn't say goodbye to anyone and I shouldn't feel bad and he was so wasted. Now, I can attest to the fact that he was completely drunk out of his mind. His team was undefeated in Beirut which means they were playing around after round for over 4 hours...plus whatever other side drinks they had on top of it. I was watching the Rival throughout the afternoon and while he was adorable he was a bit of a hot mess. But I'm sorry, he's too old for that to be a valid excuse.

So, I did what any girl who was ditched would and shot him a text...I would have called but it was loud and I wasn't in the mood for a drunk phone call...

Me: ummm, did you leave????

Rival: yeah, I had my fill....so, I went home

(fucking asshole)

Me: no goodbye??

Rival: i had been running from the rain with everyone and I didn't see you

Me: mhm

Me: thats bullshit honestly, if you wanted to find me you could have

Rival: oh wow you totally called me out

Me: should I pretend??

Rival: possibly

(grow the fuck up..you're 31 be responsible for your actions)

Me: why pretend?

Rival: not pretending, just didn't say bye

Me: yeah, not cool

Me: Listen have a great night, your friends were awesome, thanks for the invite!!

Now, perhaps thanking him for inviting me to a party which he didn't make an extreme effort to spend time with me at, which he didn't try to put us on the same team for, which he just fucking up and left without so much as letting me know was stupid. But regardless of his fuck up I still had a blast and the thanks was written with extreme sarcasm. He himself was a massive disappointment. And frankly, while I get his position on wanting to become friends with a girl before he dates her, this is not acceptable behavior even for a friend...and most certainly not for a girl you should be trying to impress. You are a 31 year old professional with 3 masters degrees and therefore even as a drunken mess should have the wherewithal to at least let the person you invited to a party where you were the only one she knew that you were leaving. Common fucking courtesy. Whats worse is, he didn't even try to use being drunk as an excuse...he just tried to blow it off which makes him even more of an ass.

His friend who told me the Rival most likely left was doing his best to stand up for his friend while making sure I was ok. He was trying to make me feel slightly better while I was trying to let him know I wasn't there under the impression the Rival was going to be my boyfriend and my disappointment stems from the complete lack of respect and thought his friend showed me. I'd feel the same even if one of my best girlfriends did that to me. I think anyone would. Luckily I had two friends there with me and I'm a bit of a social butterfly so its not like I was left alone feeling helpless...I was more then ok.

In fact, amidst my aggravation I must have broke out some kind of charm because the Rivals friend apparently totally fell for me. He had asked me for my number before I left...I had protested because I had been on a date with his friend, who also invited me there...but if he wanted to be friends that was cool. He assured me it was a friendly gesture. Until later that night I was getting texts from a random number, which turned out to be his, telling me "I really like you" and so on. We chatted yesterday as well and he was trying to get me to come hang out with him and some friends in the city. I had to decline being that I was with my girlfriends at a BBQ in NJ. I told him I'd love to take a rain check for later in the week....he said he was game. So we shall see ladies and gentleman. (ps - while I remember him being really cute I also remember thinking he might be gay and then found out he designs shoes for Nine West which I'm sorry to stereotype heightened my suspicions...damn it!)

I'll admit that I am curious to see if I will hear from the Rival again. I know I called him out on not saying goodbye and frankly I don't feel bad about it. He was great...till he wasn't. I swear this situation walked right off the pages of "He's Just Not That Into You"...guy invites you out, doesn't go out of his way to spend time with you then vanishes without making the "effort" to walk around the small Manhattan apartment to find me and say goodbye...screams I could care less!! Ouch. Better to know now before I wasted any time. I've been trying to figure out why he invited me there only to pull what he did...its not like it was a sausage fest, there was plenty of girls there who were all really fun and pretty...so what gives?

I'll confess, and don't take this as weakness, but a part of me wants to hear from him again. I honestly don't know why exactly since I'm so turned off and offended I don't want to go out with him again...perhaps its a psychological thing being I was the last to text and he didn't respond to me...its a text message power struggle. I've already deleted his number so if any contact was happening at this point it would be from him anyway.

So all in all...I got a big fuck you from one guy and kind of hooked another. Whats that whole bit about closing a door and opening a window....yeah, lets go with that.

Give Me Everything...

2011-05-10T14:58:00.000-04:00

Once in forever life throws something at you that makes you stop and think “holy fuck is the universe actually listening?”. This week was kind of like that for me. For a while now I have been bitching and complaining about men and sex or a lack of in each category. I cursed the dating process for being so aggravating and somewhat unsatisfying. I cursed all the good men for already being tied down. I bit my tongue with slight feelings of jealousy every time I’d see someone else change their relationship to “engaged” along with an accompanying photo of a gorgeous ring on facebook. And I cursed Dipshit for being the last person I slept with (and it not even being all that great or memorable) and wondered how people managed to find someone to get busy with outside of a relationship. I’ve seen it happen, friends tell me about it, but how do they do it?!?! Fucking baffling! All I want is for all this to change…for some sign of how to make it all happen…for some divine intervention that will at least get the ball rolling!!

Then last weekend happened. Not the one that just past but the one before…you read all about it…the epic nature of it…where the mystery of sex with strangers was solved as multiple guys tried to get me to go home with them (not that this is something I actually want, I get too attached and emotional to have casual sex, but I’m still curious), where a guy actually impressed me when trying to show he liked me…where I found that when you literally least expect it opportunities come around that just tickle you happy and leave you with the inability to resist.

As you read in my last post (and if you haven’t read, shame on you! Go do it now and return back…Read Me) I had met this awesome Marine who, while from the area, is currently living on base in Cali & is preparing to leave for Afghanistan any day now. There is also this other guy, Hot Work Boy, who I’ve known for a few years and have massive amounts of sexual tension with.

So for Friday night HWB wanted to meet up with me in Hoboken and hang out. Although from a lot of the recent messages I was receiving from him and the chats we’ve had I think his mind was on more than the usual hang out, make out and dance routine we normally have. Bout time if you ask me. I don’t know that I would have gone through with more but regardless I was really looking forward to ~~seeing~~ making out with him since it’s been a while.

After texting with the Marine all day Friday I ended up with two great offers and had to make a choice. After a lot of debate and nervousness and completely cracking myself up over the situation (no joke, I couldn’t stop giggling because the thought of it all just completely tickled me)…I took a deep breath and made a decision.

I teach Zumba to little kids on Fridays at the Boys & Girls Club in Hoboken. Its such an amazing hour since they are all so enthusiastic every time I show up. Naturally after getting all sweaty with the kiddos all I wanted was a shower and a few drinks. So, I took care of the first and went to meet up with Gryph to take care of the second. As per usual he never disappoints and had a beer in my hand nearly the second I walked into the bar (McSwiggins if your wondering…its Gryph’s fav spot). Then came a few shots, more beer and me trying to calm my nerves for the evening.

He finally he arrived. I was sitting next to the window chatting with some friends and in he walked. Once he found me he walked right up and planted a big kiss on my lips (sounds soo junior high lol) and I got to introduce him to my friends. Friends…this is the Marine….Marine, friends!!!!

So yes, I picked the Marine. It had nothing to do with his “patriotic duty” comment which so you all know was a complete joke…and besides he’s a Marine so I fully expect this kind of shit to come out of his mouth. And nothing to do with him shipping off to fight a war. And everything to do with me just doing something completely exhilarating. Completely different then what I’ve been doing. Something that can for once allow me to fully embrace my youth, my freedom and say fuck it I’m doing exactly what I want!

I tend to think things through way too much. I consider the future, my feelings, my opinions, my friends opinions, anyone who I may meet in the futures opinions…ok that’s a lie and kind of extreme…but really, I over think a lot of things. For once, I just wanted to live without thinking and just be fucking daring!

Pitbull sums it up pretty damn well in my new theme song "Give Me Everything"

Give me everything tonight

For all we know we might not get tomorrow

Let's do it tonight

Back to the evening…we all hung around at Swiggs for a bit and I was really enjoying the Marine’s company. Conversation was so easy and he was funny, snarky and really sweet. Gryph kept mentioning how into me he thought the Marine was and how he thought I really liked him too….I will neither confirm nor deny that.

Eventually we left to go next door to The Shannon…except that Gryph ditched me. He promised he would return but I was weary. So the Marine and I were left to fend for ourselves. We got beers and started dancing. I always appreciate it when a guy isn’t afraid to shake it a bit on the dance floor. Then we both took a bathroom break and when we met back up something happened. I started to freak the fuck out. When I walked over to him he immediately grabbed me, wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss. Your melting right? Totally sweet. The Marine was nothing but sweet and affectionate!! It was amazing. Just what I keep saying I want. Yet here I am with this great looking guy who is smart, successful, protects our country and here I am frantically looking around the bar at all the other guys I was thinking I could flirt with and the opportunities I am possibly missing out on and how if he kissed my head one more time I may bolt.

I kept frantically texting with Gryph begging him to come back and help me. I was totally losing it. It was bad. But ever the amazing friend he is, Gryph managed to calm me down and convinced me to stay. The fact is, after further discussion the following day I think what happened was that it was a lot in a little amount of time. We knew each other a week and I knew it was more or less finite since he would be leaving and usually affection like that between two people builds as you get to know them while your dating. There wasn’t much of a getting to know period and the closeness, which I’ve been craving, completely caught me off guard. What worries me though is that if this is an indication of how I’ll react anytime a guy shows me affection I’m fucked. I’ve never been like this before and this is my first real taste of a guy being really into me since Dipshit (and even he wasn’t all that into me when we ended). It also didn’t help that I kept thinking about our room back at the W (the boy certainly has good taste) and how this would be the first time in…umm forever?, that I’d be doing more than innocently hooking up with a guy. YIKES!!!

When we left the bar the Marine wanted some pizza. So we stopped and grabbed him a slice. Then he started mentioning if I still wanted to see my other friends who were at Whiskey Bar we could go. Other friends = HWB and his friends. The Marine did not know this. I was kinda drunk so said sure! Then immediately regretted it. What in the shit was I doing??

Well needless to say they were both extremely jealous of the other to the point it was comical. Every chance they were able to get in my ear for a second either would say “you want to bang that guy” or “is that your boy?” or something to that effect. I suppose drunk PYT cannot control her flirtations. And to add to the already complicated mess of boys, the bartender I told you about, the one who is hot and remembered me…he was there along with a huge smile when he caught my eye. Geez. The Marine actually told me on our way out that he was really jealous of HWB and he never gets jealous. The he’s not that kind of guy and why do I have to be so cool that he actually likes me. Thanks??

We made our way back to the W and once upstairs I decided I’d get comfortable by slipping into one of the amazing robes they have in the room. It didn’t take long for the Marine to take control of the situation …that night & in the morning…we got back to the room at around 2:30am…fell asleep eventually….and woke up around 6am to get ready to go to the airport.

In the time we had together we got to know a lot about one another. We really had some great conversations. One of my favorite things he said which completely cracked me up was when he was telling me how he really wants to have someone he can come home to after work and especially someone who can cook since he really can’t, although he does “guy things like make breakfast and BBQ”. What is it with men and making breakfast anyway? My Dad is like that too…awesome at breakfast and the grill and not too hot with anything else. He also insists that his wife takes his name and if she chooses to ignore that tradition of marriage he’s choosing to ignore the engagement ring tradition and plans to blow the money for a ring in Vegas with his friends. Hilarious. Also, he has a complex about women driving. He was insisting to drive my car to the airport. But the thing is I never let anyone drive my car so that was one battle he wasn’t winning. He did warn me that if we were dating that would never fly and he’d be driving. I’m all for guys being men and taking charge of such things, just not behind the wheel of my car. And lastly the painted me a picture of how, if we were dating and we were in London where we would live and what we would see and do (he lived there for a little over a year for work and seems to really want to go back). It was adorable.

So, in the end I made a fabulous decision. We had a blast, he is a great guy and we’ve been keeping in touch since he left. I have no expectations of dating him or this turning into anything more then what it is on the surface but it was just the boost of excitement I needed. I’m so happy we caught eyes and he came into my life, even for how brief a moment. Taking him to the airport was kind of bittersweet. Its emotional to bring a Marine to the airport knowing there is always a chance he may never come home. I have a few very good friends who were Marines so I’ve had a taste of this before and it never gets easier…even if its someone you barely know. We had some wonderful kisses and he even caught me off guard by reenacting the most famous war kiss. I wonder how long he’s been wanting to do that.

As I was pulling into my driveway I got a call from him…turns out he seriously fucked up and his flight wasn’t actually until Sunday!!!! What?!?!?! He said he considered calling and seeing if I would turn around so we can head back to the hotel and spend the afternoon laying around and spending time together while he ordered us breakfast. Despite the insanely busy day I had ahead of me, I kinda wish he had. But he got the airline to switch his ticket and get him on the flight anyway, so he was boarding the plane when he called. I do miss the excitement of him being around and I do hope we continue to keep in touch. I hope he stays safe over there…and to all my Marines “OORAH!!!”

HELP!!! The Marine vs Hot Work Boy...Tonight!!!

2011-05-06T15:00:00.003-04:00

Ok everyone, this is not going to be well written, may not even make sense but I’m trying to type as fast as my mind is racing and my heart is beating. I’m totally freaking the fuck out and I need your opinion!!

So, the end of my epic weekend involved the Arts and Music Festival in Hoboken along with run-ins with Dipshit and a few of his friends one who almost literally knocked me over (and by run-ins I mean I saw them, don’t know if they saw me but no conversation was had, no one ran in the other direction, no eye contact made…so yeah probably the best way that could have happened)…there was delish festival food which always turns me into a piglet and then drinks.

Obviously there would be drinks. KK, new friend Miss and I went over to McSwiggin’s after a failed attempt on the rooftop of the Dubliner (that place has turned into a huge disappointment, including my date with the Rival, who btw has resurfaced with a couple of random txts, weirdo). After scoping out the men I went and hunted down a table. I was successful and also managed to catch the eye of not one but two hotties (one who happens to be a Marine)…who were clearly friends since they were chatting and sitting at the same table (duh). I later learned one had texted the other saying he thought he was getting "looks" from me hahahah...boys!!

Well cutting out all the in between bullshit after about 3 beer towers, numerous irresponsible drinking games and lots of laughs we made our way inside and the Marine and I started getting close. Before I knew it we were making out at the bar, chatting away and having a blast. Eventually he blurts out that he’s normally not so forward but he really wants to spend the night with me. What is with guys these days??? I’m not complaining…just totally surprised. He was saying its my “patriotic duty” to sleep with him since he is a Marine and is going off to Afghanistan in less than a month…and yes, despite killing bin laden he is still going. Funny. He was trying to convince me to stay in Hoboken for the night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.

He walked me to my car when I left and asked about my plans for the rest of the week and promised to see me again. Apparently when he went back to the bar after walking me out he went up to KK who was still there and told her “I really like your friend”…how sweet. Well everyone…this is what its all supposed to look like…we chatted through Monday and he made plans to take me to dinner on Tuesday. So this is what a guy who is interested in a girl is supposed to do…what all the books, “experts”, etc tell you about. So, I kind of cancelled the dinner idea but offered ices instead. He came to pick me up, rang the bell and opened the door for me…we shared ices and then went for a few drinks. I know he was undressing me with his eyes the whole time and I have to tell you, I didn’t even care. It was sexy and I was enjoying his company more then I can say.

He asked to see me again Wednesday night but he had dinner plans with friends in the city pretty late and there was no way I’d be up for going out to the city at that time. We tried to hang out last night but we were in different places and it was tough. Now comes tonight. He told me he really wants to see me before he leaves and is looking into changing his flight tomorrow (yes, he leaves tomorrow) so we can spend a little more time together.

I had plans with friends in Hoboken tonight so he said he’d get a room in the W (yes that implies what you think) and asked if I could take him to the airport the next day. I have NEVER taking a guy to the airport and I always imagined thats reserved for girlfriends and family. Just imagining bidding goodbye to a Marine after spending what I'm sure will be quite a passionate evening with him and sending him off to war just tickles me in all sorts of ways...it seems ridiculous and like, ummm is this my life? Who is scripting this??? This doesn't happen in real life, I'm sorry. Wow, just breathe. Its all completely fascinating and seems unreal. Like this should be in some cheesy book or Nicholas Sparks movie. Now don't get me wrong I'm not thinking this is necessarily romantic or that this guy will sweep me off my feet...there is just something really exciting about it. Not sure why...

Here is my dilemma. Pre-Marine, there is a guy I’ve known for a long time…Hot Work Boy…he and I have this unresolved romance. From the second we met at work there was sexual tension and so much attraction. Basically our MO is to hang out and make out. I don’t think there has been a time we’ve hung out that our lips haven’t locked. We’ve never done more, I think I’ve only seen him with his shirt off in pictures but we’ve both talked about wanting to. Recently he’s been texting me asking why we’ve never dated, why we’re both so hot and still single and expressing how much he wants to “smush” me…there we go again with the sex and the jersey shore…sensing a pattern???

Anyway, he lives in LI and spends a bunch of time in Hoboken and we haven’t seen each other in quite a while. So earlier this week he asked to see me tonight and made plans for a night out in the boken. FUCK!!! So, now I have Hot Work Boy and the Marine both wanting to see me tonight and I’m completely torn about what to do. I’ll be honest, I wish I could hang out with both, go back to the W with the Marine and have some posh overnight love affair, never having Hot Work Boy find out about it and pick up normal life once the Marine ships off. Reality says that will never happen. One good thing and plus with Hot Work Boy is that he's not going anywhere...he'll be here and I know I'll see him again. This doesn't make my decision any easier.

The Marine texted me earlier telling me that he really likes me and thinks I’m a really great girl and that he’s not trying to hang out with me just for sex. That he really enjoys talking to me and thinks I’m a lot of fun. While that is sweet a part of me can’t help but want to scream bullshit…this reads I want sex before I go to war all over it. I mean he was even joking about how he needs to have “good bye good luck” sex. All in good fun I suppose but its still my life we’re messing with. So while I do believe he likes me I can’t imagine that I’d hear from him again or see him again for that matter…but he could prove me wrong, he seems to have that potential.

So, what do you all think? What should I do?!?! Help!!!!

Are You DTF...

2011-05-04T15:55:00.004-04:00

Every once in a while a weekend rolls around that catches you by surprise because it is just completely EPIC. Its like a little added bonus, kind of like those little “extra” test tube shots they stick into a frozen drink at restaurants, when it all just happens and it was completely unplanned. This was my weekend.

Friday night I decided I was going to meet up with A Bomb in Hoboken…not too shocking. After a last minute screw you from my stomach which had me doubled over in pain for about a half hour for God knows what reason and thinking I wasn’t going to make it out, I was finally able to pull it the fuck together and make my way to Jersey. Naturally the lack of traffic wasn’t a gift but a curse as every single path which would lead to the Holland Tunnel…aka the most direct and quick routes into Hoboken…were closed due to some shooting in the tunnel. Lovely.

When I finally got there and parked, I was kind of tired and swore it would be an early night. Kiss. Of. Death. I ended up getting home around 4am…oops. The night didn’t end without some um, interesting events taking place. First, when we got to one of my favorite spots, Whiskey Bar, I run into friends of mine who I had no idea were going to be there. This became a way bigger deal then it needed to be but you know how it is with alcohol and excitement…overreaction!!!

As we made our way to the back to watch the band we’re ordering drinks and a new friend K tells me the uber hot bartender is single. So we make our way over to generate an intro for me. Turns out, he remembers meeting me before…weird. I know we’ve chatted in the past but he’s a bartender and that was forever and a day ago, can’t believe he remembered me. Guess I made an impression.

We chatted a little throughout the night but he was working and I was having too much fun on the dance floor to try and stick by the bar all night just to chat with him. He gave me a huge hug and kiss on the cheek when I told him I was leaving and asked that I please come back soon. Yawn. Ask for my number and to see me outside the bar. Thanks.

When we walked towards the front A Bomb was doing what she does best and was ordering jager bombs for us. I swear, you cannot be around her without having at least one jager bomb. Its almost never one though. Next thing I know some cute guy starts talking to me, buys me a shot of patron and is doing a great job flirting. He’s inviting my friends and I to come hang out with him and his buddy who was off dancing all by himself. Well as a joke I went over to dance with him and let me tell you, it was no joke, this kid could move! When I got a minute to breath I walked back over to the original boy and made mention that his friend seemed to be trying to move in. he was too sweet to really say anything.

Moving on to all of us getting kicked out so the bar could close…we are outside and this tiny dancer was chatting it up with me. Then I started to realize he was a bit of a dick.

Boy: “I’ve got to be honest, you are so fucking hot and sexy…I really want to have sex with you.”

Me: “I see we’re doing straight to the point…smooth.”

Boy: “well c’mon on you DTF or not?”

Me: thrusting my hand on his chest “what the fuck did you just say? Are you making $100,000 for this episode, where are the cameras? I didn’t realize I was getting filmed for the Jersey Shore!”

Boy: “No, its not like that. c’mon babe I just really want to have sex with you, are you DTF or not?”

Me: “Actually its exactly like that babe…and do people actually talk like that in real life?? What are you trying to be The Situation? Because your failing, miserably…babe”

This went on for a few more minutes before the ridiculousness wore off and I started walking to my car. But to my surprise he pressed on. You would think even the biggest player would have his ego so bruised and have already set his sights on another girl who may be DTF…but no, he wanted me. Fuck.

So I get to my car and he’s trying to convince me to make out with him. Again, wasn’t working. In between his, at this point desperate, attempts to get me to go home with him he started asking me if we could just hook up in the back seat of my car. Are you out of your goddamn mind you little slimy turd??? I would not let you in my car if you paid me! Let alone touch me.

To try and get rid of him I told him he should call me tomorrow since I’d be in Hoboken and we can meet up then.

Boy: “Listen I’m not going to be your boyfriend”

Me: “You’re kidding right? Despite your obvious fear of commitment the fact that you think I’d want you to be my boyfriend is comical. If I wanted to date some wanna be Jersey Shore Guido I could have stayed home tonight”

Boy: “No its not like that. just girls seem to think that I’m going to be their boyfriend because we sleep together and I’m not like that”

Me: “Well last I checked we didn’t sleep together and I’m not like that. Listen I don’t know what girls fucked you up so badly but you seriously need to get over yourself. And I seriously need to get home”

And suddenly there was a change. He suddenly got quiet, less defensive and looked at me with the saddest eyes. Clearly I struck a nerve and hit the nail right on the head.

Boy: “youre right, I’m sorry. Whats your number, I’ll send you mine. I’m not going to text you though asking where you are and hunting you down. I don’t text girls, you can text me”

Me: trying to control my laughter “well if that wasn’t the most backhanded attempt at being a man. Seriously, I’m going home. Good night.”

And that was that. What a fucking head case.

Tomorrow you get to hear about a festival, a near miss & a Marine. Stay Tuned!!

Waiting...Not Winning

2011-04-27T15:37:00.000-04:00

A very unhappy hump day to all!

Sorry for the less then stellar greeting but I'm not exactly in the best of moods at the moment. I'm frustrated. I'm irritated. I'm so sick of fucking dating.

I'm considering giving up on online dating. I haven't been all that "dedicated" to it recently like I was and no good has come of it yet (I don't consider an extremely long string of first dates good!)

I'm just in a shit mood...no thanks to the weather...or the three...thats right THREE people I know who got engaged in the past week..OR the fact that I haven't heard from the Rival since Friday. I know that not a terribly long time and I know no matter how many other excuses I can make thats really whats bugging me at the moment...but despite all that not seeing his name pop up on my phone in almost a week has gotten under my skin. Yes, it was one date so I'm not hung up on him...just more wondering why he's gone MIA...stupid jerk.

I know I could probably just bite the bullet and contact him myself...but there is something to be said about the guy making the effort. And I was the last one to text so "technically" it was his turn to reply. Oh what to do!!!!

This all sounds completely fucking ridiculous as I type it...makes me want to vomit on my keyboard actually. Frankly I hate these stupid fucking dating games and don't want to take part in them. I just want to meet someone and skip this other crap and go right to spending lazy mornings in bed. Can we make that happen??

So I don't know what I'm going to do...or should do, what the fuck there isn't really any "shoulds" in dating...but yeah, can't decide. I have a feeling that if I text something fun and clever he'll respond...then I'll spend the next day or so kicking myself for being so impatient and not waiting to see if he was going to text me on his own (which undoubtedly kicks way more ass then me taking initiative)...then again is it impatient if I haven't heard from him in 4 days. But then if I don't text him I subject myself to being caught up in my own head until either I do actually hear from him or something new and shiny passes my eyes. Naturally there is the possibility he's changed his mind and "is just not that into me", which is cool...he's probably covering at least half that book right now...not asking me out, not sleeping with me, not whatever the fuck else he should be doing...but knowing that doesn't make me enjoy this dating shit any more.

Funny thing is that even if I did hear from him I couldn't see him till next week anyway since I'm completely booked till then.

Damn...dating makes you dumb!!!

Dancing with the Devil

2011-04-22T15:25:00.001-04:00

I have about one third of the post done for Mexico. I keep talking about it and not delivering. There are reasons. I have them explained in that post. Kind of. I also need to tell you about the debacle that was Gryph’s 30^th Birthday…god he’s fucking old. And whats worse is that he keeps complaining he can’t hang like he used to..this is a project I personally plan to tackle!!! My apologies to all you senior citizens who are currently 30+…don’t worry, my sorry ass will be there one day.

Today, I want to take the time to tell you about my date last night aka Wednesday night since I actually started writing this yesterday. It’s the first date I’ve been on in quite a while so I was bubbling with all sorts of feelings. While I never get nervous about a date a part of me felt anxious wondering if it’d be like riding a bike or if I was going to sit there fidgeting and fumbling for things to say.

One day while “virtually speed dating”…you know when your mindlessly browsing profiles online and half paying attention, half drooling over pictures and half drowning yourself in wine…I passed by a profile of a guy who seemed like he had potential. He looked like my type from his pictures and from what I grazed over in his novella of a profile he seemed to be confident and perhaps even a little cocky which was coming off as slightly attractive, fun and passionate. I didn’t read everything because he wrote A LOT and I wasn’t in the mindset to actually contact anyone so I made a mental note to revisit.

You know, writing a lot in your profile can work as an advantage or a disadvantage for people. You’re being detailed and specific and really putting yourself out there so essentially you are preventing people from wasting their time (and yours) because your saying what they need to know up front. On the other hand you may get passed over because people have the attention span of gnats and won’t stay focused past your first two sentences and before they get to the part where you enthusiastically tell them to “Message Me!!!” they are already on to the next profile with big muscles or Victoria Secret cleavage.

Point in case…I figured on a day when I was motivated I’d come back and check him out again since he had certainly caught my eye but I was not making any effort to conquer this mountain now. Well as luck would have it he contacted me. Woo! Don’t you just love when a man contacts you?? (I’d venture to guess a guy would get just as excited about a girl writing him?) I should have guessed based on his profile that his message would be awesome…not only was it good though…it was really funny and clever. He picked up on a couple of the ridiculous things I put in my profile about how I might have been a pirate because of how much I love rum….and how snuggling is my kryptonite…oh and that I’m obsessed with chocolate milk. The title: “Pirate or Superwoman???”

The message:

I'm debating which one you might be... I mean, if snuggling is your kryptonite, then you may have met your match and I'm like Lex Luther to you. If you're a pirate, then I'm hiding my chocolate milk for safe keeping.

(Note: totally had to look up Lex Luther…)

Its so simple, yet it completely did the trick. I really appreciate when someone takes the time to write more then “Hi. How are you?” ….how am I? Well, at the moment I’m confused as to why the fuck you think those 4 words are going to make me want to reply to you. Harsh? Perhaps, but lets be honest if this message is any indication of his motivation to be on the dating scene (which I find they typically are) then I’ll pass. I believe that people who make a little extra effort when they contact you tend to be more serious and interested in actually meeting you and finding someone they care about.

But enough about that. After a few emails back and forth we discover we work in the same industry and he eventually suggests drinks and we exchange numbers. During a conversation about football I find out his team is the Cleveland Browns (he grew up there)…his second team is NYG so we’re still good, thankfully…and I made mention that I could totally rock a Browns jersey since my schools colors were Brown & White. So naturally he asks where I went and when I tell him he responds…”I don’t think we can talk anymore. I went to a better school.” I nearly dropped my phone while I typed back…”Please don’t tell me you went to Lafayette.” And the motherfucker did!!! Ohhh this is going to be EPIC!!!

Our schools have the most played and longest uninterrupted rivalry in college football in the nation (as of 2005, 141 matchups, and played at least once every year since 1897). It’s seriously incredible. And the distaste for the rival is instilled in you from the moment you open your acceptance letter. From the quality of the education (mine is better as per US News Rankings..thankyouverymuch.) to sports and everything in between. Its fierce and I loved every minute of it. So naturally the trash talking started immediately between the Rival and I and hasn’t stopped since. He mentioned how much fun this will be during football season especially during the yearly game we play and my god is he right. If we’re still hanging out at that point It. Is. ON!! Like Donkey Kong. Him AND his school are going DOWN!!!

Fast forward to Wednesday night when we actually meet. He arrives as I’m pulling on my boot in the driver’s seat of my car (I hate driving in heels) and I can see he’s tall, definitely cute, well dressed, and built…swoon. Visually we like so far. We go and find a table on the completely empty roof deck and order beers. He orders one called the Raging Bitch simply because he likes the name…I fully support this. So we drink, we chat, we berate each other for the piss poor educational experience the other received and its going really well. He mentioned how he’s looking for the trifecta in a woman…brains, personality, beauty…yes, yes aren’t we all. And that he’s not rushing into anything and really wants to become friends first…respectable.

Anyway, we eventually order nachos…which I warned him I couldn’t eat due to Holy Week restrictions (no meat/dairy/oil…thank you Greek Orthodox Church) but totally gave him the go ahead to order and I picked out the chips which escaped the cheesy beefy goodness we all love about nachos. Rival was a totally piggy and a part of me kind of liked it…his lack of concern for how he looked scarfing down the nachos and making a bit of a mess made me smile since he must have felt somewhat comfortable around me to just dive in like that or he just doesn’t give a shit what people think. Hell I totally would have joined him if it wasn’t for fasting. Uuggghh religion!!

At one point as I was asking questions about his family…his siblings ages to be specific…when he comments “wow, you really wanna know all the details huh? I didn’t know I was on an interview.” To which I naturally had to chuckle because truth is Rival…you kinda are. I mean the name of this blog was born out of the fact that dates are exactly like interviews. But to avoid a debate after scoffing at him for thinking a question like that was detailed I simply said not exactly and offered to stop asking about “specifics” if he preferred. He didn’t which clearly just meant he was being a ball buster…what an ass.

Once the chill was too much for us, our coats and our beers to handle we headed inside. The second floor of the bar has these extremely comfy leather couches off in a corner, a big dance floor and a huge bar. The entire thing was empty…all the bar stools were up on the bar, the lights were dim and it was completely quiet. So we settled onto the couches and continued talking and laughing. At one point I stood up to jump on the couch since we were talking about how squishy it was and how perfect it would be for jumping but once he realized I was serious Rival stopped me since he was afraid I’d hurt myself and he didn’t want to go to the ER on a first date…ugh whimp.

Then he mentions how he started taking salsa lessons a week ago. So he is now an ex-football player, with 3! Masters, owns his own condo, amongst many other fabulous things…who willingly signed up for salsa lessons since he thinks it’s a “good idea to learn how to dance”. Yeah, my thoughts exactly. So, I challenge him to show me what he’s learned. And to my surprise and complete joy he stands up, grabs my hand and we head over to the open area and start dancing. No music, no people…just us and me counting 1,2,3…5,6,7. Let me tell you the boy can move…he even demonstrated a little booty shake for me (and commented on how he’s got a butt but he’s totally comfortable with it HAHAHA). It can’t even tell you how awesome this was…plus is there anything sweeter then feeling a guys hand on the small of your back?? It was also really cute how he was yelling at me for leading…that’s right boy, take charge! When you can let your guard down, do something a little crazy and really be goofy with someone you can connect with them in such different ways then when you’re just on opposite sides of a table shooting get-to-know-you facts back and forth.

Eventually it was getting late and being we both get into work when the rooster crows we decided to call it at night. We’d already been together about 5hrs at this point so it wasn’t the worst thing to wrap up.

When we got out to my car he immediately says what a good time he had and that we should definitely dance together again soon…then made some other reference about dancing or something which implied sex as a joke which made me blush so badly because I couldn’t think of anything snarky enough to reply and just stood there wide eyed and red. After getting a good laugh at me he grabbed me, hugged me and gave me a bunch of kisses on the cheek. The fucking cheek!?!?!? Just inch your lips over slightly and meet mine please. I know he was being a gentleman and perhaps he was nervous or maybe he just likes to keep you guessing and anticipating. Who knows? All I know is that I wanted to be kissed so now I really want a second date just to make that happen!

Ps- he just texted me a picture of a bottle of chocolate milk…and it’s from Wawa…which he is about to learn is my most favorite place ever!!!! Plus one for the Rival.

Welcome Guest!!!

2011-04-07T10:15:00.000-04:00

My motivation recently for anything other then Zumba has been fairly limited. Trying to get my routines down, go on auditions and get my classes started has been nothing short of exhausting. My entire body hurts right now...I have shin splints and sore muscles. I am in great shape but doing hours and hours a night of Zumba is not normal and now I suffer.

On top of that I pretty much partied myself sick. No not hangover sick but like sinus infection sick. No sleep with lots of drinking, dancing and not eating much will actually run you down...where is my college tolerance...what the fuck.

Anyway, I owe you all some amazing stories from Mexico as well as my recent adventures during a Bachelorette party (which involves a Bachelor from London) and a 30th Birthday for Gryph in the Poconos.

In the meantime, I leave you with a guest post which is delayed since our fabulous poster had a brain fart and forgot to send it to me when he was supposed to. Because I love him and his blog (I've never met him so its a blog crush obvi) I forgive him & want to share the post with you anyway.

The blogger is Jeremy from Dear ExGirlfriend. The format for his blog is super creative and seriously entertaining since he basically writes letters to girls he dates recounting the date, how he felt, how he think she felt and so on. Its great insight into a guys mind post date and you get a really great feel of what a funny, sincere and sweet man he is...as well as how he is genuinely just as clueless about dating as the rest of us. Its truly refreshing because I feel too many people try and act like experts and gives all these rules, guidelines, tips and tricks for dating but the fact is none of us know what the fuck we're doing. We go out there and bullshit our way through until we have that ah-ha moment when we say "oh ok, this is cool...this is working" with someone. And then you get to navigate a relationship...woo!

Anyway, thank you to Jeremy for being so real...I heart it and appreciate & I know you all will too! So, enjoy his post and make sure you hop on over and check out his blog after!!

"some people play hard to get. i play hard to want."

Dear Katie,
We went on a few dates this fall, and immediately two things were extremely clear to me: 1. you are a tease and 2. you like to play ‘the game.’ I’ll forgive you for item #1, after all 98% of females I know are teases on some level. In fact, most of you don’t even know you are doing it consciously so it’s not as if I can actually blame you. Although next time you are on a THIRD date with someone who buys you an expensive dinner and takes you to a romantic comedy he didn’t want to see (starring Justin effing Long), AND you bring up how much you enjoy a good make out session…don’t act all shocked and awed when he tries to kiss you goodnight. Ok, now that I’ve got that out of the way, let’s move on to the game…

It’s actually hard for me to describe the game, because not only do I not play it, I don’t even really know how to play it if I wanted to. Why is that, you might ask? I don’t even know what the effing game is. What I do know is that I apparently suck at it. How do I know this? You told me so.

Before I forget I must thank you for being extremely informative, even if you were kind of a bitch about it.

I promise I wasn't

even going to open my mouth...

Photo Courtesy of OKmagazine.com

After the first couple times we went out, I realized that I was definitely into you, and unfortunately I made that too clear. I did not text/email/call/facebook chat/gchat you 17 times a day, or anything remotely along those lines. Instead, after it had been a week or so since we hung out I said, “You know I had a really good time hanging out with you last week, I’d like to take you on more of a date date this weekend…dinner and a movie, or something like that.” So, we went to dinner and a movie…where the story from the first paragraph about me buying you dinner, you talking about how much you like making out, etc etc, may or may not have happened.

That was the last time we hung out. It had nothing to do with me being overly-aggressive (in your terms) by trying to kiss you goodnight. Forwhat it’s worth, I’ll tell you my mindset again – we had been out three times, it was a brightly lit parking lot with other people leaving the movie, all I wanted was to give you a quick kiss on the lips; I wasn’t going to ram my tongue down your throat. But that wasn’t it, apparently I played my cards too early, you told me. I made it obvious that I enjoyed your company, simply by telling you that I, in fact, enjoyed your company. There was no chase in it for you. I should’ve played hard to get, or something like that.

Anyway, as much as I enjoyed our few dates, I’m glad you told me that; because no offense, I would never want to spend too much time with someone who has that mindset. I don’t think you are a bad person or anything, like I said before, ‘the game’ just isn’t for me. I tell people how I feel, not in an overly melodramatic way, but the same rule applies: if I like you, I like you. I’m going to want to hang out because I enjoy hanging out with you; I’m not going to sit on my hands and pretend I don’t so you somehow like me more.
Of course, if I don’t get laid anytime soon I might have to change my ways. Kidding, I promise.

Hope you win your next ‘game,’

Player ( get it – like, ‘don’t hate the player hate the game…)

*The Adventures of Ford Fairlane – yup, I quoted an Andrew Dice Clay movie.

"Love Begins With L"

2011-04-01T09:04:00.000-04:00

Don't get fooled by the title...I'm not in love! I'm not even in like...with someone I've actually met yet anyway...but thats a story for another post.

Anyway, I was supposed to get this up yesterday and in an epic fail I didn't. The day completely got away from me and before I knew it Patches and I were the last two people in the gym at 11pm and nearly got locked in...can you even imagine?!?!?!

So onto the post...I was contacted by this company L. (a condom company) about sharing a campaign they released on their site yesterday. After reading through their site and the campaign I thought what they are trying to do is interesting, intriguing and something which affects the entire world. The company addresses one of the worlds most troubling issues HIV and AIDS while trying to empower women, educate on family planning and potentially help decrease poverty. Pretty awesome.

I know this is not what you would expect me to be writing about but as a dating blog two aspects of dating are love and sex and the scary truth is that all it takes is one time with one person combined with you not being careful for your entire life to change.

Also, I think the women on this site seem to completely have their stuff together and this is completely in spite of a man...that is also an extremely relevant example for girls who are dating. Relationships are wonderful and beautiful and love is a precious gift, however, you don't need a man to be successful, to be happy or to make waves in the world.

Before I go on a rant let me stick to the topic on hand...

Here is their statement about what L. is:

"L. is a new social enterprise that makes doing good sexy. It's a condom company with a cause: to empower women globally by supporting the human right to safe sex. For every condom you purchase, one is distributed in a developing country. You can learn more about the company here: Love Begins with L "

With their buy one, give one philosophy (I just totally made that up...thats good stuff right their, marketing genius if you ask me, hey L. you should hire me!) L. says on its site that if they were to "represent 5% of the condom market we can serve the needs of three countries with the highest prevalence rate." That is a beautiful thing but one must remember you can give a person a lifetime supply of condoms but that doesn't mean they are going to use it. There are guys I know who refuse to wear condoms even being extremely well educated on all the risks.

To L. : as you know, the education aspect of what you are doing is more important than any woman you may interview, any number of condoms you may give out or how green your product is (although I am personally appreciative and impressed by your environmental sustainability efforts!). Even more important than that, in my opinion, is motivation. You can educate and supply people but these tools are worthless unless people want to use them. What would be enough to make an individual want to be protected...if it's not the threat of HIV/AIDS or an unwanted pregnancy or the threat of poverty...would it be something else? Maybe the flip side...perhaps the motivation would be found in the promise of a future, a job or a multitude of other things. Everyone is motivated by something...just got to figure out what that is in this case.

Sorry, I got a little off track for a second...now onto L.'s campaign...finally...

For every day of March, women's month, L. met a women representative of the kind of love that rocks the world hard enough to change it. On the 31st, they introduced the 31 women who inspired them on their site. Each women supports the movement to make safe sex a human right. As you click on each woman's photo you are brought to her page where you can read a little blurb about her (some of these women lead seriously impressive lives) along with her answer to 3 questions around the power of love to change the world.

You can get inspired at: L31

I hope you take some time to look at a few of these women and check out their site. Disclaimer: Just so you know I am not getting paid for this and I don't know a soul who works for this company. I got contacted by them, checked them out and decided it was worth sharing. I hope you agree!!

Guest Post - "Rock out with your C*** out"

2011-03-23T08:32:00.000-04:00

Today I bring you the second ever guest post on DATERVIEW!!! Another post which should have gone up last week but my Mexican Resort had shit internet (everything else was gorgeous and perfect...go figure) so unfortunately the guest posts were delayed. But better late then never...

...and today's post was 100% worth the wait.

Meet little miss Alice X from The Boyfriend Drama. If you haven't read her blog before you should...like now...well, not right this minute because you should read her incredible guest post first. This story is one for the books and something I think every girl who has ever hit the dancefloor of a bar, club, party, etc experienced at least once. Only this is 1000x more amazing because well she has photographic evidence.

Thanks so much for the post Alice, I hope to have you stop by again soon!!!

And now, without further delay....

"Rock out with your C*** out"

Photo credit: pablogv2004 from morguefile.com

This is my first guest post so I should introduce myself, I go by the name of Alice X, I blog about all things men and I don't take myself too seriously, that's pretty much it really.

When PYT contacted me to do a guest post on a vacation hook-up/dating/break-up experience I jumped at the chance, so sit back, relax and let me take you back to my younger self...

Forget Ibiza, Spain, and all other exotic holiday destinations, instead think rain, think sheep, think Wales, United Kingdom.

I'm 18 which means I can now legally buy an alcoholic beverage, get absolutely wasted and tell everyone how much I love them ("no really *hiccups* I love you so much, you're like my bestest fri*hic*end ever") without any shame what so ever. This is awesome! The vodka shots are stacked and me plus five of my best friends are aiming straight for the dance floor; and we're doing some weird half dance, half walk to get there. We are the coolest people I know.

By now the drink has saturated my liver and my vodka confidence is at its peak, I break away from the pack. A dangerous move, but I'm 18, I'm semi mature and that guy is busting some serious moves over there. This is my chance, my chance... to dance! At this point I firmly believe I am the best dancer in the Universe and if I can just dance with that guy, we could be like Channing Tatum and Whatsherface? from Step Up. Go me! (Idiot).

I have now successfully shimmied my way to the dancing guy and we are having some kind of mini dance off. He does a move; I copy him with an extra slice of drunken fool coolness thrown in for good measure. Things are heating up, he's excited by my super dance skills and he moves closer. I smile as my friend snaps a quick photo of me dancing like a trooper. He starts almost grinding on me. I'm beginning to regret my extra dance efforts. I turn away from him, but still he's dancing practically on top of me. I can feel something digging in my back, wait a minute... this guy has a stiff wicket and it's pointed right in my direction. Not cool dance guy, not cool!

I break free and run back to the safety of the pack and tell them all about his special dance weapon. How could they not believe me? I turn to point it out, but wait... where did he go?

***

Arriving back home after our great British holiday, our first port of call is Max Spielmann. Photos developed and ready, we sift through laughing at the memories of the past week, then... "OMG" there it is in full colour. Photographic evidence!

Welcome Home & Guests

2011-03-20T15:10:00.000-04:00

I'm sad to say that I have returned home from my amazing Mexican adventure...thank you NYC for still being cold as shit.

I'm trying to get myself back to reality aka staring at my still fully packed suitcase while I try and bust out a short entry to you guys and get my Zumba routines down (I just became an instructor everyone!!!!). I just can't believe its over...so sad! Although one more night in Mexico may have killed me...god bless all inclusive.

Anyway, for some reason I had major issues trying to post all the guest posts while I was away...the computers were terrible and the price of the internet was not worth the aggravation I was facing. So, I will be posting them now and you will enjoy each one because lets be honest, they kick ass!!

So, I'm going to get back to shaking my ass to some latin beats and leave you with todays guest post from the ever fabulous Jewels over at Turning 30: A Journey of Self Exploration She has an amazing blog filled with stories which will make you laugh, make you think, reflect and maybe even shed a tear. She's a wonderful writer and this is an awesome vacay story...I'm so happy to have her be my FIRST guest post!!!!

Oh and because I was away I wasn't able to tell you all the I also WROTE my FIRST guest post for my girl Hutch over at Be Awesome Instead....once you are done with Jewels post hop on over and check it out here: The Legend (BUT only do that when you read this first!...got it? Good!)

And now here it is...

Firstly thank you so much for inviting me to come over and post while you are on vacation! I cannot wait to hear all about it when you get home…I hope there is lots of romance and even more laughter. Enjoy it!!

The summer after my senior year of high school when everyone was heading to Mexico or Florida for senior week I was sitting at home, all kinds of not going. I more than made up for it though when I went to Greece with 2 of my 3 younger sisters, my grandmother, and my best friend from Florida, Sofia. We spent a month traveling Greece, staying with family in Thessaloniki, taking in the sights, and flirting with European men. Luckily for me Sofia speaks fluent Greek and we were able to head off on our own quite a bit…even taking motorcycle rides around Athens with random, skinny jean wearing, Greek men.

The highlight of the trip was the cruise to the Greek Islands. I mean come on—the Greek Islands-amazingly beautiful-you’d have to be crazy not to love a trip like that. It wasn’t just the sights though, it was summer and there were a lot of other kids my age on the ship. We had a blast at the dance clubs, drinking with our awesome bartender Sheriff and dancing our butts off. I had a hopeless crush on Jamie, a pot smoking, Bob Marley loving, super sweet kid but we were both too shy to do anything but smile at one another.

Things changed on the 3rd night when I saw somebody across the room and realized he was staring, unabashedly, at me with a sly smile on his face. I quickly looked away, blushing at being given attention by an incredibly attractive member of the boats staff. I know you are probably groaning and saying, “NO, Jewels! The wait staffs are notorious for womanizing…please tell us you didn’t hook up with him.” Let me reiterate that I was a naïve 17 year old virgin who swooned at the slightest bit of male attention back then, having no knowledge of a woman’s power.

So, Ace, yes his name was Ace, was a strikingly handsome 6’3”, broad shouldered, light skinned Pilipino, with a smile so dazzlingly white I lost my breath. This man looked like he spent all his free time in the ship’s gym, and by the way he made the tattoo of 4 aces on his bicep dance, I wouldn’t doubt that he did. I digress.

I had seen him around the ship, but ship staff are not allowed to hang out with passengers so talking to him was difficult. He resorted to something pretty forward and sent a note with my room straigtener/towel animal maker/pajama folder that said, “I’d really like to meet the lovely girl with the beautiful brown eyes. Sun deck 9:30 pm. Ace” How does a 17 year old resist the implied romance of a forbidden cruise ship rendezvous

Needless to say at 9:30 that night I was up on the desk, standing at the railing, looking out at the water (useless since it’s just black) and hoping he would show up. Ace came up behind me and placed his arms around me, placing his chin on my head, and looking out with me. I leaned back into him, and we just stood there, didn’t say a thing, for a good couple of minutes. (Can I get an: awwww!?)

I spent the night curled up with him on a lounge chair up on the deck talking and kissing. Turns out Ace was a pretty nice guy, working on the ship to see the world and send money back to his family. I thought this was incredibly mature and responsible of him at 22 and had an incredible crush on him by the end of the night. I crept into my room at 5am to change for our excursion that day-being tired was more than worth it.

The next night was too cold to spend outside all night and since he wasn’t supposed to be seen with me he decided to give me a behind the scenes tour of the boat. We went below deck into the staff part of the boat. I don’t remember a whole lot about that tour but I do remember going out on a small shielded balcony and watching the water off the back of the boat, pretty dang low towards the ocean and letting him hold me. He showed me his room but we didn’t stay since his roommate was there. We just walked around, holding hands and kissing.

It was a very sweet little vacation romance. There was restrained passion, the thrill of the forbidden, late nights, and lips plump from kissing all night. We talked, we got to know one another, and we enjoyed each other. I will always remember him with a smile on my face and a bit of a flutter in my tummy. Sofia jokingly signed all her cards to me, for years afterwards, “Ace loves you…but the rest of the boat staff loved me.” I wouldn’t call it love, but for those 9 days we were certainly in like.

Express Yourself...

2011-03-07T10:32:00.000-05:00

Back in November I went off to Ireland and left my blog in the dust while I was off drinking, sightseeing and flirting with hot Irish men! I would apologize...but I'm not sorry. I do feel somewhat guilty though.

So, next week while Patches & I are down in beautiful Mexico I'd love to provide you with some entertainment...well I guess really I'd love for you to provide yourselves with some entertainment.

In other words, my lazy I'm already in vacay mode ass, wants some guest posts I can put up during the week while I'm away. (Actually, I may end up forcing my sister to do it but really who is keeping track anyway?)

I know you have all been dreaming of the opportunity to post here on Daterview so now is your big chance. I was thinking it would be fun and appropriate if you write in with your best/funniest/sexiest/horrific vacation hook-up/dating/break-up/etc stories!

Send me an email and let me know you want to post...or throw a comment on this post and we'll set it up!! I can't wait to see what you've got....and hopefully I'll have stories just as good or if not better when I return. (Don't worry, I'll still be posting till I leave on sunday)

Inspiration

Hug a Random Stranger

2011-03-03T11:56:00.000-05:00

Saturday night was girls night. You know the kind that starts with you all going to get manicures then hitting up the liquor store for two bottles of wine to bring to the BYOB restaurant for your table of 3…

Armed with our bottles in hand MJ, A-Bomb and I head across the street to Charritos…an absolutely delish Mexican restaurant in Hoboken. The little closet size downtown location is completely packed, despite it still being early, so we leave our name to endure the 40min wait. Luckily, they have this fantastic system where you give them your cell number so you can go on living your life while you wait for your table to be ready instead of sitting around trying to pass the time while you are tortured by the smell of delicious food. Charritos, my tummy thanks you.

We took this as our cue to hop over to Whiskey Bar (yes, we do love this place) and grab a couple of beers while we wait. I grab a high top towards the back while MJ grabs some beers. As we all settle down and get to talking the blog comes up which then leads to conversation about dating. (this is what I mentioned in my post on Monday) I will most definitely be posting about all those topics and maybe a few more because this chat was awesome…just the flow of it, the perspectives we all had and the questions the girls were asking. I was thoroughly enjoying it.

Then to snap us back to reality this guy pops up at our table with a huge grin on his face and flashes a Jenga piece at us. “I have to hug a random stranger” Say what? I think the girls did a double take just as quick as I did. He spoke so fast and had so much pep we all just had to laugh. He was playing drunken Jenga (where you write really stupid shit for people to do on each piece) and the piece he just pulled said he had to hug a random stranger. So after he marches over to give me a hug (yes, I was the chosen one) he invites us to join them in the game. We clearly weren’t moving so the fun was brought to us, as it should be. The game is quickly set up, we make 3 new friends and despite our desire to start gnawing on the jenga pieces to keep our hunger at bay we were slightly disappointed when we got the call our table was ready…so much so that we stayed to finish the game and our beers with a promise to come back for round 2.

Dinner was fantastic, as expected, and we even got to listen in on what we eventually determined to be a 3^rd or 4^th date…you are practically sitting on the lap of the person next to you in this place so you really can’t help but overhear what people are saying…not that I’m above listening in even if we weren’t. The wine we brought (which I had forgot at the bar and had to run back for…rookie mistake) was for Sangria. We brought white and red. Charittos will whip you up delish pitchers of Sangria if you bring wine…aaahhhh-mazing. We got through the first and they brought out the second but before we even got to pour it they told us we couldn't drink it. Due to a high volume of people waiting for tables we needed to get going. Sad. We were told they would gladly take the cost of the pitcher and the bottle of wine we brought off the bill if we didn’t mind taking the Sangria to go. Umm…free Sangria??? Don’t have to twist my arm. During dinner I had been texting with Gryph who saw I was in Hoboken from foursquare…he totally stalks my life…and wanted to hang out. So, to-go Sangria in hand we head over to his place. But before we left I made a declaration…my mission for the night was for all 3 of us to make-out. Game on.

Eventually we leave and make our way to the Wicked Wolf. As fate would have it I run into a bunch of friends who were already there. Before I could even sip my first beer this hot guy Jay comes (literally) stumbling over to me. He’s there with my friends but I haven’t met him before. He’s flirting, I’m flirting but I can’t help but notice how we are on completely different levels of drunk. It’s hard enough to talk to someone in a bar, add to that the fact that he’s wasted and it becomes quite the challenge. But as we keep talking I am able to make out that he’s smart, definitely in shape (yes, I felt up his arms), has a good job and according to my friends he wanted to talk to me from the second I walked in (score).

And now the bad part…he’s 5yrs younger than me. I almost choked on my beer when he told me. When I made him try to guess my age he swore that it’s impossible for me to be over 25...impossible except for the fact that I am. I could tell he was really surprised when I finally let my real age slip but it didn’t turn him off. He really wanted to hang out with me. He tried everything…trying to get me to dance, buy me a drink, talk to my girls. I give him a lot of credit. And honestly, if he wasn’t so young I would have had a hard time keeping my lips off his. In hindsight, what is a few years when you’re having fun? Its not like I had to marry him.

We decide to head back to Whiskey Bar (notice a pattern?) and this is where the fun begins. I see this hot guy standing against the wall…I must have been staring because I notice his wingman point over in my direction. And as a good wingman would do he soon makes his way over to break the ice. Soon enough we are all introduced and Bobby and I are chatting. I find out we live about 10min from each other which is nice and we get the where did you go to school, what do you do stuff out of the way. We start dancing and I’m impressed that he actually has some skill…I love a guy who can dance. I also realize just how tall and big he is…I’m only 5’4” and had heels on yet when I went to put my arms around him to dance (which I could barely do because of his oh-so-muscular arms/shoulders…sigh) I have to completely crane my neck to see his face. Just my type.

Then the moment comes…you know the one where you feel his hands go to the small of your back…your eyes are locked and you both feel the pull of your faces towards one another…I love that moment. The anticipation, the unknown, the excitement. We kiss. And he is just the sweetest kisser…you can tell he is a complete gentleman, its kind of adorable. Then he grabs my hand and askes me if I would mind going outside. He wanted the opportunity to talk to me and ask me for my number in a more quiet, intimate atmosphere...yes, I know...aawww. At this point A-bomb had already disappeared outside with a boy (I was assuming at this point 2 out of 3 have made out) and I felt bad to leave MJ but she encouraged me to go.

At the door the bouncer threatened us that if we leave we can’t come back…so we settle off to the side instead. A few more kisses and my phone number safely stored in his cell we head back towards our friends. And what do I find?!? MJ…locked in a serious kiss with some guy. Was I gone that long?!?! She wasn't talking to anyone when I left her! I’m so proud I nearly shrieked and jumped with excitement. I can tell she’s having a hard time pulling herself away and it’s just fantastic. But unfortunately we are kicked out of the bar and all is over.

The Juicy Details: Well, my wish came true. We all made out…and we all enjoyed it. Turns out MJ’s boy was just that…he was 23…ironic right??? Such a cougar!! She raved about what an amazing kisser he was…perhaps age has something to do with it? Kids these days with their amazing kisses. A-bomb ditched us while we went to get pizza and headed back to her place to prepare for our arrival. Bobby and his boys followed us to the pizza place (uninvited) which for some reason bugged me at the time. This in turn caused me to be a bit of a snot because I felt like it was a bit too much. I rushed out of there once our pizza was done and gave him such a cold goodbye I'm sure he could see his breath. Now that I look back on it I feel bad for being a bitch and kind of wish I could take it back. I won't be surprised if I dont hear from him. Fail.

The Happiest of Hours

2011-03-02T10:15:00.000-05:00

Happy Hump Day all you sexy people ;-)

I write to you this morning with an exciting announcement....the first ever co-hosted NYC Happy Hour with yours truly and the one & only Katie from DATE ME, D.C. is officially booked....

Here are your details:

If you're interested in checking it out here is the link for the bar: Vol de Nuit

This is your chance to get to meet both Katie & I while drinking some delicious beer, making friends and who knows maybe even score a date! I hope we get to see as many of you there as possible...You don't want to miss this!!!

Monday Morning Preview...

2011-02-28T12:12:00.000-05:00

Tut, tut…it looks like rain. While I don’t dislike the rain and I most certainly welcome it over the snow at this point one thing that’s not working in my favor at the moment is that the rain makes me soo sleeeeeepppppyyyy. All I want to do is be somewhere where if my eyes happen to close and I happen to drift to sleep for a few brief ~~hours~~ moments it wouldn’t be a problem. Work is not that somewhere.

I will preface this by saying that this post is more of a preview of what is to come here on DATERVIEW…partially because I’m sleepy and can’t focus and also because I’m fairly busy at work and don’t really have the time to be blogging. I guess in all fairness this is what I’m paid for…but I should be damn it…someone get on that.

Anyway, this weekend was awesome. I spent Friday at a charity event at the YMCA for the Strong Kids Campaign. 2 hours of Zumba for $15 which was all donated to the campaign. I don’t think I’ve ever sweated that much in my life...not very sexy but it was a blast. I don’t know why more men don’t try zumba…aside from the fact that you burn nearly 1000 calories per workout the class is wall to wall women…it’s a no brainer boys. Even if you’re worried about looking like a fool the chances are a girl would find you adorable for trying and hence definitely want to go out with you.

Saturday was even better. Girls night which couldn’t have been more successful. As a teaser…drunken jenga, make outs, lots of boys, dancing, and sangria to go. I will write a post on that tomorrow.

Out of Saturday night came inspirations for me to write a few posts. Some of the topics will include things from how to date (online) and when to kiss to how not to lose yourself in a relationship and dealing with a breakup. This all stemmed from conversations the girls and I were having during the evening and in the AM… its going to be good. You know you have a blog addiction when your friends are talking and your giving advice and all your doing is making mental notes of everything so you can write about it later. The conversations were really inspiring and I’m really looking forward to sharing it with you.

So in the meantime, try to enjoy your Monday & stay dry!! I’m going to chug some caffeine and try to wake my sorry ass up…more tomorrow!!!

Its FB Official....

2011-02-25T09:58:00.000-05:00

Thats right...as your Thank All That is Holy its Fucking Friday present I'm excited to announce that DATERVIEW now has its own Facebook Page!!!

We all know that if its not on facebook it didn't happen, doesn't exist and well might as well be the devils spawn. So, now we no longer have to worry about that. I can keep you updated on whats going on...new posts and special events....I know, I'm excited too.

And speaking of special events...put this on your calendars because you won't want to miss this....my girl Katie from over at Date Me, D.C. and I will be co-sponsoring a Happy Hour here in NYC!!! Its her birthday weekend and well , I just need an excuse to drink...so you do NOT want to miss this!!!! Stay tuned for details and while your at it....

....go like DATERVIEW on FB....you'll find the link over on the right! xoxo

Whoa, Its a Website....

2011-02-22T15:19:00.000-05:00

I got a call last night from a guy I emailed a couple of times online. I wasn’t getting very warm and fuzzy feelings from his emails as most of them were only a couple of words to a couple of lines. I try my best to keep the email exchange with anyone to a minimum so I gave him my number and told him to call.

I hadn’t heard from him but frankly barely thought about it since he wasn’t someone I was completely dying to meet…but someone who seemed like he could be interesting…maybe. Well, the other day I get an email from him asking for my number again because he deleted his entire inbox and never wrote it down. Innocent mistake or is he an idiot?

Last night he texted me to see if he could call. Ok seriously? Do guys actually do that? Why not just call and then you’ll know whether or not I’m available. I understand it’s a little “safer” to text and get the go-ahead but come on, be an adult.

Anyway, the entire conversation was laced with statements like “ooohhhh shit”…and I swear he sounded like he was stoned. He probably wasn’t but that’s the best way to describe the way he spoke…I just don’t think he’s very smart. For instance he asked what I did so I tell him and he says “oh so did you like go to college and shit?” Yes, I did go to college and shit…you don’t become an engineer by having a cute smile. And his reply “ooohhhh shit, so you must be like real smart.” Oh boy, yeah compared to some I suppose I am (I didn’t actually say this but really wish I did). And this is how the conversation continued.

He then starts telling me that he never knew okcupid was a full blown website. What? Yeah, he said he downloaded it on his Droid, which he says he can’t use very well because he’s not very good with technology, and always thought it was just an app on his phone. I swear to God I wish I was kidding right now. He told me he used to be an amateur boxer so perhaps he was hit too hard too many times but seriously…are you that fucking stupid?? Anyway, he said he came across it on his friends computer who also uses the site and is so happy because it makes seeing the site so much easier. Wow, you fucking think so? I eat veggies with a higher IQ than this guy.

Anyway, he said he really wants to take me out and would love to do some kickboxing training with me at his gym since he is a personal trainer. That was the best part of the conversation. A part of me would love to get some free one on one time with a trainer and it would definitely be the most unique first date but then I’m not too sure I can handle having another conversation with this guy. What do you guys think??

First Date Potential???

In Case You Were Curious....

2011-02-16T21:52:00.000-05:00

Just because some people asked....this is what I came back to after my date....you can't tell from the angle of these pictures but when I first got there the bumper was nearly coming off but thankfully I was able to more or less push it back in before I drove home....

Thankfully the body shop I go to made my car look absolutely gorgeous and I now have a brand new bumper amongst lots of other parts...

How Cheeky!!!

2011-02-15T15:43:00.000-05:00

Well, yesterday was Valentine’s Day…I didn’t want to address it yesterday because frankly I didn’t give a shit and being single somehow it just wasn’t registering on my radar. Of course I knew it was coming up but I actually almost scheduled a date with someone for Monday not even realizing it was Vday. If Patches hadn’t said something when I hung up the phone with him I may have ended up on this date feeling completely foolish. Needless to say the date did not and will not happen for reasons other than the fact that it was Valentine’s Day…let’s just say when we spoke on the phone I could barely make out anything after Hi. He had the thickest accent, from I can’t remember where, and we were having an extremely difficult time understanding each other. Plus he was boring. So case closed.

But now allow me to entertain you with a tale from a date that did actually happen. He is 30, used to be a Chef and is now in charge of all the food, catering, event planning etc for a major law firm (I believe). We had hilarious, sweet and sometimes long conversations. From the phone he seemed like a total catch. I was so excited to meet him. We made tentative plans for Thursday since I was extremely sick and had a ski weekend planned that I didn’t want to miss.

Well Thursday came and while I was feeling better I actually ended up working from home that day because NY got pounded with snow again and I was not about to try and shovel my car out of the driveway and down the block again. I was in limbo all day about whether or not I would postpone. By the time I had to get ready the streets had all been plowed, I was all packed and said fuck it since I really wanted to meet him. I was looking forward to it with one exception…he made dinner reservations. Now it was restaurant week which I love love love…but this was a first date. For those who have been around a while you know my feelings on this. For those who haven’t let me explain…I hate doing dinner on first dates. I feel a first date should be short-ish, sweet and nothing crazy. And yes, dinner is crazy. Some people don’t mind but personally I’d rather not ask ‘get to know you’ questions while trying to navigate my way around my entrée. That coupled with the fact that I hate eating in front of people I don’t know is part of why I tend to veer away from dinner on first dates.

Anyway, I decided it was too cold, too snowy and I was far too lazy to take public transportation into the city…that coupled with the fact that word was the schedules were all fucked up anyway so I didn’t want to deal with that if I didn’t have to. Driving it was. On my way in I was excited to meet Chef and simultaneously stressed I’d never be able to find parking amongst the mounds of snow (I love the way my brain works). Luckily I had no issues parking and found a perfectly plowed and legal spot (which I didn’t even have to pay for – this is HUGE) right across from the restaurant. We had planned to meet earlier then our reservation because Chef was going to show me around Eataly. I had never been but its all the rage right now and being able to get shown around by someone from the culinary world was amazing. I was in a food paradise. For my NY readers…if you have the opportunity definitely go check it out. There are so many options to sit and eat as well as shop. It almost reminded me of an Italian Wegmans. I could have easily just continued the rest of the date there. Instead we headed out to SD26 for our reservation.

As we were walking there I made a simple observation…Chef saw my outfit and commented on the boots I was wearing (ones with heels)…and yet as we are navigating the snow/slush/ice covered sidewalks and street corners he never once tries to make sure I don’t slip and crack my head. There was fucking slush oceans at the corners when we had to cross and he just watched as I ballerina leaped over them. Thank god for all the years of dance I took that I was able to successfully leap, gracefully, no less over the slushy abyss. Yeah, don’t worry about me, ass.

We walk into the restaurant and I begin watching Chef closely…waiting for a particular moment. Which moment you may ask? The one in which he takes his hat off. Why? Well, in his profile he had a hat on in every single picture. I didn’t think much of this at first and after revisiting his profile a couple of times (anyone who does online dating is probably familiar with this move…you just need to keep brushing up on what they say…or double check that they are still cute) it started to occur to me…oh shit I wonder if he’s bald. Well, here we are checking in with the host and I can see his hand, nearly shaking, slowly heading to grab his hat. And BAM!!! There it was. A perfectly shiny, top of his head. Now, to be fair, he’s not completely bald…though it would be better if he were. He’s got that situation going on (not sure if there is an actual name for it) where he’s bald on top and has the remaining ring of hair on the bottom…thank god he didn’t attempt a comb over. But ladies take note…if a guy is wearing a hat in every single picture I’d say chances are he’s hiding something (or he just likes hats but that’s boring)!

Now, please don’t think I’m an asshole for all of this. I find nothing wrong with being bald and sympathize with men who are losing their hair, especially at such a young age…Chef is only 30 (and a lot of what he has left is going grey so double sucks for him there). In fact my sister’s boyfriend is bald…by choice really…he bics his head because I think some of his hair was thinning so he just said screw it and went bald. I think that all men should do that. It tends to look a lot better than trying to hold on to and salvage whatever little suckers are trying to hold on. Frankly, I find anything else distracting.

And that’s exactly what happened. We’re sitting down at our table and having lovely conversation. Truly good banter back and forth. Yet I’m so insanely distracted by his head…think the mole scene in Austin Powers. It was awful. I opted to focus more on the food and the wine which, by the way you order on an IPAD!!!! This was seriously fucking cool…the waiter comes and brings an ipad to your table and you can order your wine from it and magically someone then brings it to you. Technology meets fine dining…amazing.

So, our meals come and I had made an agreement to try one of the things he ordered. Never blindly agree to try something a former Chef orders! Because what did I get to taste…oh yes, cheek. Fucking CHEEK!!!! Who eats shit like that? Well, I’ll be honest…it wasn’t the worst tasting thing I’ve ever tried…frankly, I’d have another piece of that before I eat a mushroom…but it had a weird after taste…almost like blood or something. Barf. But hey, I was adventurous and tried something new so go me! And thanks to the Chef for the encouragement.

As we leave the restaurant after a very lovely meal, damn your stupid hair Chef for tainting my attraction, he does the gentlemanly thing of walking me to my car (right across the street and a few feet down the block). A part of me knew that he was probably hoping for a kiss and the other part knew he’d be left disappointed. But all that thinking was quickly surpassed by what I saw when I walked up to my car…

It was SMASHED!!!! Someone hit it and left the scene. No notes, no sorry, no chocolates or flowers because they felt bad. Just my bumper nearly falling off, the lights smashed and my trim in the middle of the street. How could someone DO THIS?!?!? My car is practically brand new, I just leased it in June and someone had just rear ended me a month ago so WHAT THE FUCK?!? Its like karma was kicking my ass for something I did that I can’t remember.

So, I did my best to play it cool while the Chef was still there and immediately went to call my insurance company. I told him he didn’t have to stay because I had no idea how long this would take. The agent answered really quickly and as I tried to talk to her and hug Chef goodbye he still had the balls to try and go in for a kiss. Really dude, REALLY?? Not exactly the right time.

The Juicy Details: I felt so terrible for just dismissing Chef the way that I did. I didn’t even properly thank him for dinner (which he paid for) and an all in all nice evening…which is so not like me. Just the stressful situation got the best of me and I really wanted him to leave before I either flipped my shit or burst into tears. I do not need someone I just met seeing me like that nor feeling like he needs to somehow “deal with” that. So I sent him a text the next day apologizing and saying I had a lovely time, thank you blah blah. He wished me a happy ski weekend and asked me to keep him updated about what I was doing. Umm, no. we just met I will not be checking in or updating you. Sorry. He did try to call me the following week but despite the hair situation, which I’m sorry again, definitely dulls my attraction (to each his own yes?) please don’t think I’m an asshole…I just wasn’t feeling it. He’s a really great guy…just not meant to be my guy.

You're Far Too Kind...

2011-02-04T15:15:00.000-05:00

I have said it before and I'll say it again...I love making out. Sometimes though...and its rare...something will come along that is even more satisfying then a good make out...right now, its an amazing blog award from the wonderful Alice X at The Boyfriend Drama. Her blog is always entertaining and fun to read with posts like Why Men Are Like Cheese. She is sweeter then a cupcake for giving me this award and I thank her so very much for it!!!

Now onto the tough part...the survey. This award is no joke...you need to answer 10 questions about yourself which really get you to think...and write and write and write....

Hope you enjoy!!!!

Rules:
1. Thank the person (people) that gave you the award.

2. Answer 10 survey questions.

3. Pass along the award to bloggers you think are fantastic.

4. Let those bloggers know you have given them an award.

1. If you blog anonymously, are you happy about doing this? If you aren't anonymous, do you wish that you had started out anonymously, so you could be anonymous now?
I blog anonymously…after all whose real name is Pretty Young Thing?! I will admit that I had decided to blog anonymously initially out of fear that my ex or any of his moronic friends would come across my blog and judge me..so keeping who I am under wraps was the best way to try and prevent that. Typing that explanation now makes me feel utterly ridiculous but part of that just comes from the hindsight of the situation…in the moment I was definitely panic stricken that he would find it and make fun of me…aaahhh how things change. At this time I’m happy about doing the anonymous thing in the sense that perhaps when it comes to writing some “dirty” details it makes it a little easier…but now that the fear of my ex reading it is gone I almost don’t care anymore…plus its sometimes a pain in the ass to use code names for everyone. But at this point its just my thing. Maybe it’ll change one day.

2. Describe the incident that shows your stubborn side.
My last relationship? Almost every day I feel I hear my mother tell me how “damn stubborn” I am. To pick out one particular incident would almost be unfair because I can be stubborn about anything. It really can be a fault some…ok, most…of the time. As much as I’d like to make it a joke…the gods honest truth is that my last relationship is an excellent example of an incident that very clearly depicts my stubborn side. I did not want to fail. I did not want his friends or my friends or anyone to be right. I did not want him to be the fucking piece of shit he proved he was time and again. With every piece of me I had I was bound to prove everyone wrong…to shed my fears, my doubts, my lack of trust and faith…and I was going to show everyone that we are meant to be, he is the love of my life and we are happy.

Fuck you stubbornness.

The one good thing I suppose is that I learned A LOT. So while I walked away with regrets, I’d be lying if I said I didn’t, at least some good came from it.

3. What do you see when you really look into the mirror?

Someone who needs to get reacquainted with the gym before vacation in a month.

But really…someone who needs to learn how to put herself and her emotions first more often…and as my sister would say “stop being so fucking nice all the time”

4. What is your favorite cold summer drink?
how to pick just one….I’d have to go with Ice Tea…of the raspberry or ice tea/lemonade flavor (add rum for extra fun!)

5. When you take time for yourself, what do you do?
oh boy…umm, I’d love to sound really awesome and say something like go to the gym but while that is something I do for myself I think the more proper answer is…blast my music and dance (not kidding)…I also try to take dance classes, watch movies on my couch with my favorite blanket and snacks (I’m a total piglet), make my friends go out with me on weird adventures…that’s enough for now

6. Is there something you still want to accomplish in your life?
Being I’m only in my 20s not only do I have a list of things I still want to accomplish but there are constantly things which are still added to it. There are things which range from fun (ie – fly a plane (which I’m doing in the spring), go to Greece/Spain/London) to emotional (ie – get married, start a family) to occupational (ie – move up in my career, potentially get another degree, volunteer). I pray I have enough time!

7. When you attended school, were you the class clown, the overachiever, the shy person, or always ditching?
I can’t remember a time in my life when I’ve ever been shy. I love being the center of attention…even as a kid I used to put on dance performances for my family while they were eating dinner. I also wouldn’t be defined as the class clown. I’m funny but I never “clowned around” so to say. I did participate in senior cut day but otherwise wasn’t much of a ditcher. I always had my go-to teachers who would write me notes to get me out of any class I didn’t want to be in…typically when there was a sub. So that leaves me with overachiever…which as it would be is fairly accurate. I was involved in cheerleading, swimming and track. I participated in clubs, student council and created a charity dance. I did plays, was a peer educator, lifeguard, swim instructor and volunteered at the hospital. I’m getting tired just writing all this. God I was an asshole.

8. If you closed your eyes and wanted to visualize a very poignant moment in your life, what would you see?
Well I’m not sure if this is something that has happened or will happen. I would expect that in the future moments like saying I do or holding a baby for the first time would answer this. As with something that’s already happened…I had this entire paragraph written about a high profile award I won for a science project I did when I was younger. Then giving it some thought I decided a more truthful moment would be the one where I realized my ex was not who I thought he was. It rocked my world to the core and affected the way I saw a lot of things. It was more than just accepting the truth about our relationship and the disappointment in watching it crumble right in front of me…it was coming to terms with the fact that when someone shows you who they are over and over again, you should believe them. You can’t make someone be who they are not no matter how much love you give, time you invest or how many tears you shed. Realizing this little fact of life changed me and made me a much stronger person who is much more protective and cautious of who I give my heart to. I don’t feel so desperate to make someone be right for me, I’m much happier alone. So, to my ex…thank you for being the asshole you are.

9. Is it easy for you to share your true self in your blog, or are you more comfortable writing posts about other people and events?
its surprisingly easy for me to share exactly who I am. The few times I’ve considered masking the truth or not sharing a story or a feeling I realized I felt more conflicted about it then just telling the whole story. I find that being anything less than honest just doesn’t feel right. Once I start a post all of who I am just goes right into it…I write the way I speak to its almost like I’m talking to you when I’m writing. The words just pour out and when I’m done I can read it and know, yeah that’s me.

10. If you had a choice to sit down and read a book or talk on the phone, which would you do and why?
This is tough since I actually enjoy both. I think it would depend where I am. I’ve found that it’s hard for me to read at home. I love reading while commuting or traveling but can’t seem to focus at home. I’m not one who can read before bed. As for the phone I definitely enjoy phone conversations…it’s the next best thing to being in person in my opinion. I have a few friends I talk to everyday on the phone and with online dating it’s something that’s inevitable since you’ll want to have at least one conversation with someone before you meet them. There are some days where I want to just chuck my phone out the window because too many people are calling me or the side of my face feels like its burning from the heat of the phone being on it too long…oh the sacrifices we make.

And the Winners are....

Be Awesome Instead - Hutch is seriously awesome and if you haven't read her blog you need to. She'll make you laugh and wish you could one day be even close to as awesome as she is. Her hamburger alerts are seriously one of the funniest things I read on blogs.

Learning From Self History - Matt...oh this boy just melts my heart. He is so sincere and honest and a wonderful writer. You will be completely hooked on his stories and find yourself cheering for him at the end of every post. I have a total blog crush on him.

Date Me, D.C.! - Katie is such a trip. She dates and dates and gets some pretty amazing stories out of it. Her style is insanely entertaining and its hard to get enough (her graphs are the shit). If you live in the DC area she throws awesome HH...or so I hear. I'd love to co-host one with her here in NYC (hear that Katie?!)

Go on and indulge in those blogs above and thank me later!!

And That Happened.....

2011-02-03T14:25:00.000-05:00

I really can’t believe I’m still trying to catch up to real time at this point. Work has been crazy, life has been crazy and you all are a casualty of the craziness. I think after this I’ll have two more stories to catch you up on and then we are good to go…no wait, make that three. God DAMN IT!!!

Well, let’s get started and maybe, since this post is fairly short and sweet I, I can get out two posts today and only have two left. I’m already exhausted…where is my red bull?

So, Gryph and I hadn’t had a good night out in a while…as you can probably tell by the lack of my mentioning him on here. He actually called me out on it yesterday…something to the effect of “Hey read the blog a little today, boring, I’m nowhere in it!” It is true that stories which he is involved in do make for excellent reading…but in my defense I would say that things have still been pretty interesting around here despite the shortage of Gryph (sorry buddy!).

To rectify the lack of Gryph in my life and since he would be missing my AC celebration, we scheduled a little birthday par-tay for the Saturday after my bday. I made my way to his Hoboken apartment with a mixer in hand prepared from some good pregame action. As always, I barely have my coat off and Gryph is pulling out glasses to make us drinks…it’s no surprise why we get along so well. I wish I had taken a picture of this but when he opens his freezer it just screamed bachelor. There was not one ounce of food in there…the entire freezer was filled with liquor…bottles on top of bottles. I was impressed….and jealous. We pull out a new bottle of rum, plop on the couch and start watching this show called “Blue Mountain State” which I must say is fucking hilarious. If you haven’t seen it set up your DVR or put it on Netflix…you can thank me later. We then progress to SVU so I can teach him the SVU drinking game. All the while my cup never seems to empty and I’m losing track of how much I’m drinking. And then we made out. Yeah, that happened. Nothing new though. It’s just one of those things that sometimes happens. Don’t you just love friends like that?

Finally my friend A-Bomb arrives. This may be the first time I’m mentioning her on this blog so here is a super quick intro. She is a twin and I
met her through her twin sister who went to college with me. She is one of the sweetest, most generous, fun people you can ever meet. Also, you can’t spend an evening with her without doing at least one Jaeger bomb. It’s just a fact of life. So naturally when she walks into Gryph’s apartment she had a big thermos of Jaeger and a pack of red bull. God Bless Her. As Gryph was grabbing some shot glasses to prepare the bombs I reach over to grab the rum and offer A-Bomb a drink…please note, since Gryph and I started drinking I haven’t stood up once and completely lost track of how much he’s been serving me…so it came as a huge shock to see the bottle was EMPTY. Umm….”Hey Gryph…did we just kill an entire fucking bottle of rum???” Yes, yes we did. Wow. As I stand up it all quickly hits me. Ok, I drank a lot. Well, fuck it…time for some bombs.

After we down the bombs and maybe another drink we head out. Once at the bar I’m handed a beer…maybe another shot…clearly the night is starting to get fuzzy. Suddenly, A-Bomb is nowhere to be found and the bouncer tells me she’s not allowed in because she is too drunk. Bullshit. I can’t understand this being that I’ve drank enough to kill a small horse and she’s only just gotten started and has an extremely high tolerance. WTF Bouncer!!! Inside I had started talking to this guy who looked like he walked right off the pages of a Ralph Lauren catalog and didn’t want to stop so I made a quick and rather convincing speech about why he should ditch his friends and come with us. So off we go to recover A-Bomb from outside with Ralph in tow.

I realized the next day via conversation and the stamp on my hand that we actually went to Whiskey Bar (one of my favs) at this point. Yet, all I remember is going to Johnny Rockets and watching Ralph eat a burger. I must have ate something at well since there was definitely ketchup on my fingers…what a fucking mess. I wouldn’t even find me attractive at this point. Ralph and I head back to Gryph’s place where he and A-Bomb already were.

Ralph and I find ourselves nice and cozy on the couch and once Gryph’s door is shut the make-out sesh began. Okay, so it wasn’t just a make out sesh. We had…a good time. No, I did not sleep with him…well, slept next to him…briefly. It’s not like me to commandeer my friends furniture and hook up with random men so I completely blame the alcohol (oops). And just to seal the deal on this ridiculous situation mid hook up Ralph is shirtless on top of me, kissing my neck and I’m enjoying every second…then I hear a noise and look up to lock eyes with Gryph who just came out of his room. My heart skipped a beat and something along the lines of “oh fuck” ran through my head as I stared at one of my best friends in one of the most compromising positions. The feeling was fleeting since it didn’t exactly stop me from continuing to make out with Ralph. Perhaps it was because Gryph’s face said he really didn’t give a shit…he’s cool like that…but more likely because I was wasted, Ralph was hot and I was so unapologetically into what he was doing. I profusely apologized to Gryph in the AM since I really did feel bad and if he’s reading…Gryph sorry again! But thanks for the couch ;-)

Come the morning, after a few more kisses (which is gross since we just woke up)….(thank you god for still making him cute in the AM)…he asked for my number and said he’d love to hang out next week. Typically I’d be so happy about this…but for some unexplained reason this morning I think I grew a penis because all I could think of was…”wait, you want to keep in touch and see me again?” I thought, hey we had a fun night…great memories (well the ones that are still intact anyway)…leave it at that and move along. Who am I and what did I do with myself??

Well I gave him my number and he texted later that day and for a few days thereafter. Eventually I stopped responding, I guess my penis came out again, and he got the hint. I’m not sure what my deal was…but that’s completely uncharacteristic of me. Shit happens. One to the next ~~victim~~ one.

My Readers Made Me Do It..

2011-01-26T13:41:00.000-05:00

In my effort to continue backtracking through January and catch you all up on everything that has been going on there is so much that continues to happen. Obviously that’s expected because it’s not like I’m a hermit..but seriously life, slow the fuck down so I can catch up on my blog…please and thank you! My poor little fingers can’t possibly type fast enough to get it all out in the speed at which I’d like and I’m all fucked up trying to decide where to BEGIN!!!! Aaaahhhh

Deep breath!

I’m experiencing so much excitement..but also severe cases of being overwhelmed, underwhelmed...surprised and charmed. Yeah it’s a fucking mess.

But today, in an effort to boost my mood since I’ve been crazy sick for about a week (I finally got meds oh AND a shot in the ass…seriously, adults are not exempt from this so don’t fool yourself!) I’m going to give you a ollow up to the recent story Real Life in the ER

I think you will all be proud and happy to hear that I did in fact write to the ER doc. I don’t know how I got the nerve up but my fingers started typing and the next thing I knew my fate was released out in cyberspace.

So what exactly say to someone you can barely say you met…who was treating you in an ER no less…almost three weeks ago. This…

“This is completely random...but I was talking to a friend who works at [the hospital] the other day and mentioned I met this really cute, funny doc in the ER a few weeks ago and he seems to think it’s you... {Disclaimer…ok so I totally lied…yes, I did talk to my friend about him, however, who he is wasn’t exactly a mystery since his name was on my discharge papers…details…this sounded cooler and less stalkerish}

...so on the off-chance he's right (not sure since your profile says you work at [a completely different hospital]) I figured I'd take a chance and write and say hi!

I completely awkwardly complimented your arm muscles and good veins (I'm so smooth!) - if thats rings a bell haha

So, I don't usually write FB messages to guys I meet in the ER but you made a pretty good impression so I figured...first time for everything! ;-)”

Now how is that for a totally corny message? Honestly, I’d say for a first time doing something like this, it wasn’t terrible. I mean really, what can you possibly say? “You’re hot and I want to have your babies”

As your seeing across many of the blogs out there, especially the ones of the daters, this is a year of being bold…taking chances… and putting yourself out there. I would say something this crazy most definitely qualifies.

And now with the message sent I play the waiting game. Do you have any idea how hard it is to sleep when you’re in a slight panic if you just made a huge fucking fool of yourself and some handsome doctor is now laughing at you??? Yeah, not easy.

I heard my phone at 1:30am and roll over in a half sleep to see what it was. A friend request on FB….from the DOCTOR?!?!?! I had to blink myself awake because it seemed crazy. A few minutes later a message came through. He actually wrote me back!! I can’t get too excited because I have absolutely no idea what he said. It could have just been a very polite rejection. While the anticipation of knowing was nearly too much to handle I decided I’d fight it off and read the message in the morning.

And now for your viewing pleasure here is what he had to say…

“Hi!
Why thank you ,
I assume I am the same person because although I get compliments on my veins all the times it certainly does stick out when someone thinks I have muscles. {He has a sense of humor…that’s a plus} I AM no longer at [the hospital] and am going to start at [a different hospital] in a couple weeks, but I am occasionally in [your city] anyways because of the friends I have made along the way.
Thank you though for all the compliments. I am actually a PA not a doctor and it is always appreciated when someone else appreciates the work we do. {seems to be somewhat modest…} I will be honest and I don't regularly remember the circumstances why my patients are at the ER, but I do hope you are feeling much better and that you weren’t there for for a terribly long time. {I guess he’s saying he doesn’t remember me? Which I expected.}

So what do you do in [your city]? Live there all your life?

I live in BK currently and besides hanging with the girl {THE GIRL!!! Kiss of death…he has a girlfriend and managed to slip that in there so smoothly…damn it!!!!} I do fight choreography and special effects makeup/ costuming for fun on the side. Also as you can see I like to participate in interesting events in NYC such as the No Pants Subway Ride.

Thank you again for the compliments and the thought. It made my day. {How sweet….} Hope all is well with you and look forward to hearing from you.”

Well there you go. I will say that was a really sweet message to receive…even though the fact that he has a girlfriend kind of sucked. I will say though that after checking out his entire facebook profile I realized, while he is sweet, cute and seems to have a great personality we have extremely different interests. He is the comic con attending, costume wearing, theater geek type. Now, I did shows my whole life so I totally dig the theater…however, comics…yikes, not my territory. This guy is insanely talented and does some seriously amazing things with make up and costumes…I’m blown away really. And as much as I love dressing up I just can’t imagine going to a comic convention at the frequency of which he seems to, I’d feel terribly out of place. His girl seems to be into all that as well so they are definitely well matched.

Despite having no potential for a date I feel fucking amazing. I wrote…he wrote back…and wants to hear from me again. I’m not sure if I will write him back or not because really, what do I have to say? But this definitely gave me a huge boost of confidence and the balls to maybe do something like this again in the future. And to all my blog friends out there who are taking chances and doing some crazy things…add this to your list!!

Real Life ER...

2011-01-20T14:47:00.000-05:00

New Years day…always a fun one. Between trying to nurse myself back to some functional state…helping to cook the massive amounts of food my Greek mother insists on preparing…and running around the house cleaning before my entire big Greek family arrives…I struggle trying to shake the aftermath of too much champagne, too little sleep and hours of dancing. Lucky for me by the time the family storms the house I can pass for a sober, put-together individual.

When everyone had cleared out…at around 3am or so…I was in bed trying to go to sleep and I felt my heart begin to race. This is something I’ve felt before and still haven’t explained. Typically if I just sit up, relax and breath it eventually goes away. This time, no such luck. It started to get worse. I felt my lips tingling, my hands and legs started shaking, my breath was getting short and it started to feel like I couldn’t swallow. Wonderful, I’m going to fucking die…is all I could think of. I went up to my parents and my mom tried to tell me to relax that it’s just anxiety. But what do I have to be anxious about??!!?!? I was just trying to go to sleep…beautiful, comfortable sleep….which I barely go any of the night before.

Well, needless to say I told my Dad to take me to the ER. I really didn’t want to die only 1 day into what I’m hoping will turn out to be an awesome year and 1 day before my birthday. It would be too tragic. Once we are there the woman at the front tells me I need to check in…I look her dead in the eye and say “You must be kidding me…I need a doctor….now!” through very short, shaky breath. She apparently didn’t care and made me give her my ID anyway and then proceeded to ask me my birthday…ITS ON MY LICENSE YOU DUMB SHIT! Sorry…stupid people piss me off. Seriously though, why ask for an ID if you’re going to ask me the questions anyway…you work in a hospital…common sense is like a requirement on the application.

After my father and some kind stranger screamed at the woman to get me a doctor because I was clearly not doing well they stuffed me in a wheel chair and brought me back. There was a sea of faces around me. Nurses, doctors, you name it. My pulse was well over 150 which I hear is insane. Oops. Amongst all the chaos there was this young, cute face…thank god, something to focus on. Turns out he was going to be the one to stick around and make sure I was ok. He was a PA.

Even though I felt like death I couldn’t stop myself from flirting. I didn’t even realize what I was doing until the words were out of my mouth and I must have been turning a million shades of red. There was a nurse on my right who was going to put in an IV so she could take some blood (why do they ALWAYS have to do this?!) and he was to my left. I was complaining about how I have terrible veins with the exception of one on my hand which pops out all on its own and how I suck as having blood drawn. He tells me to just focus on him (like that’s hard) then he shows me his arms and veins that bulge out. Let me tell you, I’m fascinated when the veins on a guys arm bulge out…it’s kind of hot…and I tell him just that. Something along the lines of “Oh wow it’s so hot when that happens…I love when guys arms look like that” Wow, really PYT? Talk about word vomit. That wasn’t the end of it though…I started talking to him about working out, his muscles, etc. All the while thinking how ridiculous I must sound to the poor nurse witnessing all of this.

As I’m sure his job requires, he came to check on me a lot until I was well enough to go home (they think I was having an anxiety attack…what the hell). Every time he stopped by there was so much flirting and I was eating it up. Had my Dad not been hanging around so much I would have tried to play the game a little more…like make an offer to hang out, see if we had mutual friends (since I know a few people who work in the ER), something or anything except the patient-doctor “thanks for everything, feel better, blah blah blah” bullshit.

The Juicy Details: I did a little facebook ~~stalking~~ searching the next day since I had his full name on the papers they give you in the ER. He was just as cute as I remembered him in my hospital state and seemed to be right up my alley. I asked my friend about him and he said he knew who he was and that he was single. He promised to do some extra digging and throw my name in there but as it goes this friend is extremely unreliable so I never expected any of that to happen. I wanted to write him a message but had no idea what to say. A part of me still wants to….because really, what do I have to lose? What do you all think? Should I write the good doctor, er…PA? And if so, what would I say? “You did such an excellent job taking care of me, let me reciprocate with a beer.” I have considered saying i saw him pop up under people you may know on FB and is he the guy I met in the ER a few weeks ago but that seems sooo cheesy. Life is about taking chances…but this one may be too crazy.

Kiss Me at Midnight...

2011-01-17T13:18:00.000-05:00

16 days ago we all rang in a brand new year. And for the first time since being out of college I was ringing it in alone. Not actually alone in the sense that I had no one to party with but alone as in single, unattached. No date, no prospect, no predetermined midnight make out. I was scared…no, wait maybe a little terrified. I know so many people who think New Years Eve is a big waste of time. Too much hype for one event. But can’t the same be said for so many things? Not that I want to go there but look at a wedding for example…you plan, plan, plan and stress the fuck out all for a few hours that are over before you even have a chance to touch your salad. Despite all that people still do it as people will always still do New Years.

I’ve always been part of the ‘I love NYE’ crowd. There is something so exciting about it. I’m not sure where I got this from or when exactly I started saying it but my mantra for NYE has become “how you are now will carry through with you through the year” In other words if your angry, miserable and argumentative while ringing in the new year expect to find that carrying through the year If you are excited, hopeful and happy then yep, better believe you’ll experience that through the year. I know it seems silly but as I review all my NYE experiences since high school I think my theory holds some weight. I know it was definitely the case back with dipshit when I would find him always being a piss ass baby on NYE. We would get into little tiffs during the night and even though over all I’d call it a success the fact that he couldn’t even pull it the fuck together for one night and just be easy going and happy I always found it would resonate with us for the rest of the year. And like clockwork, we’d be broken up by summer. Call it coincidence but I think I’m onto something.

Well, I was so worried about this year because it would be different and I had no idea how I was going to handle it. I was determined to have a good night and as the day approached I became more and more optimistic the evening was going to kick ass. When I got a call from my college roomie Cheerbear saying that she and a friend were coming to NYC to join in my festivities I was ecstatic!!! I hadn’t seen her in so long and getting to ring in the New Year with her was going to be epic.

The evening was kicked off at Mama Mexico in NYC for some delicious food and pitcher after pitcher of sangria and a few margaritas for good measure. Then we all headed over to the party. We walked along the streets with stolen balloons in hand causing quite a scene. This wasn’t going to be your typical apartment party. There was beruit (beer pong to the rest of you…but they are two different games so I refuse to use the wrong term), a full bar which was completely stocked as well as a ton of food/dessert and excellent music. There was even a disco ball in the middle of the room. And the night progressed.

There was one guy there who I could honestly say was cute. He would have been midnight kiss potential except for the fact that he’s hooked up with a fairly decent number of my friends in the past…no go. So as the ball began to drop and we were all counting down Patches knew to come find me. Three, two, one…and the kissing began. I kissed Patches, Cheerbear and at least three of my other friends. I rang in the New Year being a total lip slut…is this my fate for the rest of 2011? I wouldn’t be disappointed.

Once the bubbly was popped and poured I took control of the extra bottles and became the official advocate of “Champagne to the Face”. If you haven’t done it go out right now, (no I don’t give a shit if youre at work) buy a bottle of champagne and put it to your face and chug. It’s fabulous, fun and delicious. It makes you happy and it makes me happy to watch. Now don’t you feel better? I know I do.

Fast forward to about 3am and we are getting ready to hit the bar. While Cheerbear, her friend and I are in the cab I notice her starting to get upset. Turns out her douchebag ex…who is even worse than my dipshit ex…was texting her (she blocked his number but he apparently got a new one and was using that to contact her…psycho!!!). By the time we get out of the cab she’s in tears. We head into the bathroom at the bar to help her pull it together when Cheerbear realizes her phone is now MIA. So, now we’ve got tears and a missing phone…fuck. As we scour the bar floor and the bathroom I begin to think the chance is she dropped it in the cab. We head outside to check the street. When we pretty much lost hope this adorable guy stumbles up to us…he takes one look at Cheerbear’s face and says with the biggest and brightest smile…”Why so sad? Turn that frown upside down.” To which none of us could stop from cracking up. I immediately love this guy. We proceed to explain that Cheerbear lost her phone and to top it off her ex was being an asshole. To which he replies “Are you just telling me you lost your phone so I can ask you to give me your number to call it and see if anyone answers and then use it to call you this week to take you out for lunch??” WHAT? This guy is hilarious and totally what the doctor ordered at this point. Cheerbear is smiling and laughing and things are looking up.

We tell him we’re heading back across the street to the bar and he should join us if he wants. To which he replies “I’ll come but only if you three let me buy you a round of drinks.” Um, done. You don’t have to twist my arm buddy. Once inside this guy is like a ray of sunshine. Totally a social butterfly, totally a flirt and just all around totally a blast. We find a table in the back and cue the dance party between sunshine and Cheerbear. They are singing their hearts out and dancing like no one is watching. Except I was and documented the whole thing. Eventually our new friend had to leave but not before he not so discreetly scrambled off to the side to write an adorable message on a napkin for my Cheerbear. He slipped it to her, said his goodbyes (I was so sad to see him go) and was off. The note said “Call me for a fun lunch” with his name and number. I really wish Cheerbear lived here so she could follow through with this. Bummer.

While I may not have had any luck with the men on NYE seeing this guy get my Cheerbear to do a complete 180 with such ease, charm and such beautiful spirit was the perfect end to the night. This is why I love NYE and I love NYC. You don’t get experiences like this just anywhere. If something so awesome and so random can happen on a street corner at almost 4am…call me crazy…but I have a lot of hope for this year. 2011 you’re already kicking ass and taking names!!

Go Girl, Its Your Birthday!

2011-01-03T12:43:00.000-05:00

Hope you all had a fabulous New Years!!!

Its finally happened...I have officially entered my LATE 20s. I'm trying my best not to panic but its getting hard. Someone at work this morning asked exactly how old I was an I nearly choked while trying to get the answer out.

BARF!

I don't feel old yet. I do feel slightly petrified that now guys will look at me and be all "oh she's too old...lets go for the younger model". Like with electronics...everyone wants whats hot and new on the shelves..pre-order the next big thing. I mean, I think I could rock the shit out of the next big thing but will everyone else know that??? I don't even know what in the shit I'm saying...see, old age is already fucking with my mind and making me say stupid shit.

Perhaps I'd fare better comparing myself to wine, which as we all know gets so much more delicious with age. I'll be so enjoyable there will be no need for a doggie bag...

And obviously with age comes class....

and I'm one classy bitch!! Only after you've been around a while do you learn the exquisite joys of champagne to the face. Join my celebrations tonight by having a bottle of wine in honor of my birthday!!! It'll be the best thing you've done all year!!

Tune in tomorrow for the 411 on my NYE!!! Its time for me to start drinking!

Peace Out Stupid Year

2010-12-29T11:45:00.000-05:00

Good Morning Loves!!! I’ve missed you all soo very much!!! Thank you, thank you, thank you for not abandoning me while I’ve been completely MIA from life in general these past few weeks. I’d dish it all out for you but I promise the details are as ugly as a Monday…

But here is the overview...I was crazy sick and had to postpone my dates, they ran down the list of infections, found inflamed lymph nodes and had to check for cancer (I’m clear thank god) now I’m finally feeling better ..then my car was rear ended while I was on my way to work which threw me into such a rage the guy that hit me was practically shaking, oops and to put the cherry on top of this fuck my life sundae I ended up having to get an emergency wisdom tooth extraction right before Christmas. This caused me to miss a 12 Pubs of Christmas bar crawl I had planned with a few of my girlfriends for which I got the most amazing toy soldier costume...I need to find a use for it now. The Vicodin was a blast but not being able to eat like the piglets my cousins and I turn into on the holidays was fucking miserable. God Bless desert though…nice and soft and extraction friendly…but fuck you desert for making feel like a lump of fat the past few days. When a doctor prescribes a diet of shakes and ice cream and no exercise it makes me wonder if he may be the devil.

So as we all can see amongst all this insanity my poor blog has been neglected and my adventures derailed which is really the biggest travesty of all. Seriously, fuck you December. I’m so over 2010...get it the fuck away from me. Bring on the new year because this year fucking sucked…with one exception being the creation this blog and meeting all of you. Seriously, thanks for being a tremendous highlight in an otherwise fairly shit ass year. Your comments, emails, and your own blogs have touched me in so many ways (and I liked it every time…can I have seconds?) I can’t wait for a brand new year with all of you!!

Onto more fun and interesting things...There was a chance I was going to be heading to Miami for NYE but due to a few complications, such as ticket prices skyrocketing we switched focus back to NYC, which in the long run is probably better for me but not for you since I can’t even imagine the stories I would have come back with. I'm hoping I am back in tip top shape to party it up for NYE and bring back some good stories for all to drool over…I have to make up for not going to party in the city where the heat is on (sorry I had to!!) I’ve got a couple more days to rid my face of my bruise and perk up to my normal party standards. Wait, screw that…I need to be above normal. I haven’t have a fun night out in nearly a month and I deserve it. So I need to step it up and rock the fuck out. I’ve got till midnight to find a hottie to make out with and damn it I will!! Its that or Patches will be getting a face-full of me!

There is a chance that Jim from way back to The Office Episodes 1 & 2 may come with my friends and I for NYE. I haven’t seen him since our last date and we haven’t talked too much since I botched the fuck out of his invite to his birthday but yesterday we got to chatting and when I heard he didn’t have any plans yet I, in a moment of crazy I couldn't keep at bay, extended an invitation to him to join us. Um what?!? Who does that?!?! This may end up being awesome or seriously stupid. I won’t be upset if he says no and then again I may be upset if he agrees. If he comes I basically just ended my chances of flirting for the evening…if there are hot guys there I will want to kill myself…if not, then score for me. I anticipate him giving me an answer today so let’s wait and see what happens.

Either way…I hope you all have a safe, happy, get-drunk-and-make out New Years!!! (please leave your cars at home!!) Emphasis is especially on the make out part because you know me and that’s my favorite. Anyone who doesn’t have someone to kiss on NYE let me know, I’ll tell you where I’ll be and I will be happy to kiss you. I promise you there is no better way to start the year then a kiss from me. xoxo

Just a Little Frosting...

2010-12-09T12:13:00.000-05:00

Earlier this week, while bored at work (I must be honest), I decided to hop online and peruse the internet for a potential suitor. For a variety of reasons I haven’t really done this much recently. Partly because my life has felt like such a fucking train wreck I can barely think straight. Partly because I’ve been meeting so many hotties while I’m out (this isn’t an issue just an excuse). Partly because some of the guys that had been popping up online leave me wondering if there was a sudden severe drought in the gene pool because it was a total snooze fest and had me googling whether you can legally marry your vibrator.

Thankfully the other day was a bit refreshing. After logging in for the first time in, oooh I dunno, maybe a month or so…I’m telling you Ireland totally fucked up my chi…in a good way…but damn a month!...anyway, I logged in and found there is actually a very nice selection of ~~meat~~ men waiting for me. Before trying to contact any of them I decided it was a good time to review my own profile and see if it needed some TLC.

Oh and folks let me tell you, it certainly did. I switched up a couple of the pictures and did a total revamp of my About Me section. And here is where the meats and potatoes of this post comes in…for those of you ballsy enough to be on a dating website perhaps this may come in handy for you. When you really start to take a look at other peoples profiles you will realize it’s the same fucking thing over and over and over again...and I was guilty of this as well until this week. It’s like we’re all sitting around with a thesaurus in our lap furiously looking up every adjective we can find that may describe our personalities and we just throw them up there separated by a million fucking commas and think this will impress someone. Then we start rambling about how much our family and friends mean to us and how much we love spending time with them. Well, unless your some sort of psychotic serial killer or a complete loner (in which case you probably wouldn’t be on a dating site) the chances are you do love your family and/or friends and will enjoy spending time with them. Almost everyone likes movies, trying new restaurants and can dress up as well as dress down. It seems every fucking person in NYC thinks they are spontaneous and would love to travel more. And of course we all want to meet someone who DOESN’T play games…which is actually funny since almost everyone says this yet, you still meet people online who play them…fucking liars.

So, I’ve just called out about 97% of dating profiles. If you fit into this why would someone feel completely compelled to write (something personalized) to you. Well surely you’ve got your pictures and obviously there are people who are extremely talented with the written word so they can take all the cliché stuff and make it sound interesting. Bravo people, bravo! While there are plenty of times I will be interested and want to contact someone with the standard profile but it’s usually just with a wink. It’s the ones with someone different, something funny or off beat to say that will really catch my attention and make me want to take the time to write an email. You all know how refreshing it is to read something different, it’s almost like getting splashed in the face with cold water and you feel like you just woke up from the profile coma the other duds put you into. If everyone is writing the same thing then shouldn’t all that shit just be obvious? Why not take your profile as an opportunity to tell these people why you are special and different and why they would want to date you instead of the 500 other people with just as attractive pictures who also are fun, energetic and competitive.

After calling myself out on being a card carrying member of the “Your Profile is Going to Make Me go Fucking Catatonic” club I decided to jazz things up a bit…by the way for some reason this totally made me think about the scene from How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days when Kate Hudson tells Matthew McConaughey that the dog collar with diamonds is “just a little frosting”…a little sparkle can go a long way to get you noticed!!

I made a few bullet points of information about me that’s different and fun to “frost” my profile and see what would happen. Here are a few examples:

*My love for rum makes me wonder if at some point I might have been a Pirate (I think I’d make a pretty awesome Pirate )

*There is a really good chance I will kick your butt in Mario Kart and Rock Band (am I just that good or do I play dirty??)

*Chocolate Milk…enough said

*Snuggling is my kryptonite...don't judge me!

Now this isn’t anything spectacular or mind blowing but it’s just a little different then the norm and let me tell you…my inbox was on FIRE! Between emails, IMs and winks I’ve been getting a lot of attention. Whether it’s from the new information or not it’s hard to say for sure…but being that it’s the biggest thing I’ve changed (the pictures are definitely not doing it especially since one of them is me completely covered in mud) I’m putting my money on me being right. Oh and I suppose the fact that guys keep referencing how awesome my profile is and how cool I sound helps back me up as well. Instead of getting the standard “Hey, how are you?” type messages guys are picking out things from my profile and commenting on them. I’ll say that this is something I’ve always done with guys who have a more unique profile…it gives you the opportunity to write something interesting, which is nice for both the reader and the writer because really how much does a “Hey, how are you?” email suck!!! How the fuck are you supposed to respond to that? “Yeah I’m good. And yourself?” and end communication.

I’m now challenging all of you to check out your profile if you have one or if your thinking of making one or if you have a friend who has one find out their password and commandeer it…read through it yourself, have a friend read it, read it to your dog and see if it rolls over and plays dead to make you stop…be objective and see if your profile could use a little life support…and who knows before you realize you may be booked up with dates until Christmas!!

The Juicy Details: Just from yesterday alone I now have 3 dates scheduled next week with a physicist, a Navy man and a guy who I’m not 100% sure what he does yet but he’s hilarious so what the hell…now it’s your turn!!! *Frost Yourself!*

Verdict Reached....

2010-12-08T08:53:00.000-05:00

THANK YOU so much to everyone who sent along some words of wisdom for my last post Write or Stay Silent.

You all gave me a lot to consider and it was all extremely helpful. This is why I'm so fucking in love with all of you!!!

So, what I've decided to do is this...I'm going to write the post but I'm not going to put it on the blog...*yet*. Until I have an opportunity to really chat with my friend about it I'm not going to paste the story on the front page of my blog...sad I know, but I have a heart, love my friends and would hate to offend anyone. Most of you told me to just go for it...after all it is my blog and I should write whatever I feel passionate about and I was completely riding that train like a champ. I felt all...fuck that shit I'm saying what I want because I can motherfuckers! Ok, maybe I wasn't that obnoxious but you get the idea....then I read this tid bit from Mademoiselle Hautemess and it really struck a cord with me..."...your blog won't take you for drinks when you are sad or happy, your blog won't listen to you cry, your blog won't tell your ex to go fuck himself..." She's 100% right and there is nothing more satisfying then having people tell your ex to fuck off and nose dive off a cliff.

With that, if you would like to read the post when I'm finished with it send me an email and I'll pass it along to you! There is an excellent chance it will end up on the blog after all but for those who lack patience, like me, just hit me up here and I'll satisfy all your wishes ;-) daterview@gmail.com

Write or Stay Silent...

2010-12-02T13:52:00.000-05:00

I’m having a bit of a dilemma and I’m not sure what to do about it. It’s nothing terribly serious, its completely blog related. Basically there is a post I really, really want to write. It’s about an outing from this past weekend. The dilemma, however, is that if I write this post it will reveal my feelings/opinion, which I haven’t and probably may never say out loud, on the events of the evening that involve a friend of mine.

You may be asking why would I write about it then…and here is why…it’s something I have a strong opinion about and something I feel would bring out a point I constantly try to make to people I know, girls especially. My hesitation in writing stems from the fact that there is a chance my friend could read this and I don’t want to upset them in case they do.

So the question is…do I write what I want to write and get my feelings and thoughts out there on my own blog whose purpose is to be a medium for me to do such things while taking the risk of a friend potentially being upset over it or perhaps potentially learning something….or do I stay quiet?

I know this is a personal choice but I’d love to hear what the rest of you would do…this is a tough one.

Practice Squad or Starting Line Up...

2010-11-30T14:48:00.000-05:00

When I was in high school and trying to decide where to go to college I suddenly developed this disdain for Boston. I can’t tell you where it came from, when it started or why. All I know is I would talk shit about Boston any time someone brought it up or asked me if I applied to any schools there. My family and I had gone to visit the city and I know I enjoyed it and I believe I may have been there on a school trip at some point and enjoyed that too. So why hate Boston? Typical New Yorker perhaps...its simply in my blood? I would say to anyone who would listen…”Boston is a nice place to visit once or twice and leave but I would absolutely never live there.” It may have been because it seemed like everyone else was doing it and I had to be different or maybe I actually believed that at the time.

A couple of years ago on a long weekend trip to Boston I quickly changed my tune. Suddenly I was in love with Boston. I kept saying I wanted to go back and just never took the opportunity. Finally one presented itself to me. A friend of mine from college went to BC and wanted to go to the last game of the season. Did someone say road trip?!?!

I had never experienced the nightlife in Boston so I was really excited to see what it had to offer. I wasn’t anticipating meeting any guys being that it just didn’t seem like it would be that kind of weekend and besides we were going to watch college football and I was not about to hook up with a college boy.

We arrived at the hotel pretty late Friday night, checked in, chugged a beer and headed to the bar…we’ve got priorities. Actually, the band two of my friends booked for their wedding happened to be playing at a bar nearby so we all wanted to go check them out and get a preview for the wedding.

The second we walked in the bar my jaw nearly hit the floor. First the ratio of guys to girls was completely in my favor and second they were all hot. Is this even possible?!?! I was having a hard time finding a bad looking guy there. On top of it the band sounded awesome, the atmosphere was totally chill but yet completely rocking…I knew it was going to be a good night.

At one point I was leaning against a table, enjoying my beer and the sights while my friends were off buying another round when I found myself staring at this gorgeous guy. I saw him hop up on the stage earlier to dance with the band and made a comment that he was really cute and looked really fun. Now that he was right in front of me it was all confirmed. He was dancing with this really pretty girl and I just stood by and watched…all the while silently judging what a terrible dancer she was. Yeah fuck you, I’m a girl, I’m allowed to be ~~jealous~~ judgmental. Honestly though I really enjoyed looking at him but I wasn’t exactly in the mood to try and get his attention. So I just continued to stand by, drinking my beer and minding my own business.

Next thing I knew he was standing in front of me grabbing my hand!! What just happened?? How did I go from aloof to center of the dance floor without knowing it. I’ve never been one to turn down the opportunity to dance so after a brief, empty hearted protest I let loose. I’m actually a really good dancer (one of the only things I’ll ever boast about) so I was excited to show him what I’ve got.

We had some serious chemistry on the dance floor. I almost never enjoy dancing with a guy because most of the time all they want to do is grind your ass or just sway side to side with your legs intertwined and frankly its boring and intrusive on my dance space…this guy was different. We were having a blast. Then he leans in and with his massive hands (a direct quote from my friend about his hands…”Ive never shook the hand of another man who actually made mine feel small”) grabs my face and plants a kiss on me!!! This was almost exactly like Casanova from the Frying Pan. What is it with men and kissing me without permission? I don’t even know why I don’t get upset about it…their hotness fucks up my better judgment. Oops. Well then he puts his lips next to my ear and tells me how gorgeous I am and what an incredible body I have. Well, thank you so much …keep it coming, after all what girl doesn’t love compliments? Before I could even say thank you he has his hands under my arms and lifts me up above his head like I’m a toy. Not only did this make me feel amazing but it just upped him on the sexy scale like 100 times. Any guy that can pick up a girl like that you know is not only strong but can totally take control…its undeniably sexy. Picking me up soon turned into his favorite thing to do...I have no idea why but he just couldn't get enough. So weird.

As I beg him to put me down before we look like a complete spectacle my hands rub against his and I realize how rough and calloused they are. I ask him if he’s a contractor since his hands are so rough and he immediately tells me no. So the conversation progressed a little like this…

“Well what is it that you do that your hands are so rough? Do you go to the gym a lot” (well fucking duh, he’s the size of a car of course he does)

“Kinda”

“Oh cool, so what is it that you do exactly?”

“I play sports”

“Oh that’s fun, what sports do you play?”

“Football”

“That’s awesome, I love football. So is it like a league or anything like that”

“Um yeah its something like that”

“Ok…so what position do you play?”

“Linebacker” (no surprise there…remember the size of a car comment)

“Nice! Go D!...So are you from Boston?”

“Nope, Philly.” (after which I immediately step back with my hands in the air and a look of disgust on my face…I’m a Giants fan so anyone from Philly is a big no no.)

“Oh god no…so does that mean you’re an Eagles fan?!”

“Yeah something like that. Why?”

“I’m from NY” (he presents me with an equally disgusted look like the one I just gave him…this is going well)

“Oh don’t tell me you’re a Giants fan…”

“Yes I am and just wait till we kick some Eagles ass on Sunday!!” (he proceeds to roll his eyes at me)

In an attempt to change the topic to something less sensitive I go back to asking him what he does professionally….

“So what did you say you do?”

“I play football…”

“I know you said that….wait, you mean professionally?”

“Yeah something like that…” (ugh stop being vague!)

“For who?”

“um, well i'm from Philly…”

“Shut up…you play for the Eagles?!?”

“Well, I practice with them sometimes.”

And he just looks at me smiling. Then he squeezes my hand, kisses my face and leans into my ear and whispers to tell me what his real name actually is then walks away. What a tease!!!

The Juicy Details: I head back over to join my friends and gush about what a hottie he was. A little while later I was heading to the bar to grab a beer and run into my linebacker…almost literally. He was being escorted out of the bar and had his phone out in his hand and was apparently trying to find me before they forced him out. He wanted my number. So I walk with him as I type and then he kisses me goodbye while a bouncer was holding his arm. We were texting a bit until my friends and I left to head back to our hotel. Next thing I know my phone is ringing and it’s the linebacker. He was begging me to come to his hotel and that I should bring my friend (who is also single) because he wanted to hang out with me. I wasn’t giving in. Yes, it would have made for an incredible, juicy blog post and a wonderful story but I was tired and I wasn’t about to be a booty call. His friend got on the phone to try and convince me as well and I took the opportunity to verify the Eagles story. His friend said he was on the practice squad and that it was no big deal. Interesting. I politely declined the invite and asked if he would be around tomorrow. He said he needed to get back to Philly for the game on Sunday so he’d be leaving bright and early. Bummer. Even still we were texting on Saturday and both expressing how disappointed we were we couldn’t meet up…he called me trying to see me again before he left but he was near Harvard, I was near BC and there just wasn’t enough time. Our night of dancing and making out was going to have to be enough. Plus I firmly believe when you meet someone in those circumstances very rarely is a second encounter ever nearly as good as the first.

On Sunday when my friends and I were watching the Giants game I was telling them about the linebacker. One of my friends decided to google his name and position and see what came up. Well folks, not only does he practice for them, but he is part of their starting line up!!! No wonder he was down playing everything...Oh and he caught the final interception to officially end the game so now I have to hate him…kind of.

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2010-11-29T11:40:00.001-05:00

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Threes Company Pictures....

2010-11-23T21:05:00.000-05:00

As promised...here is a sampling of the ridiculous pictures Smitch took of me during my last full night in Dublin...

I hope you enjoy looking at them half as much as I enjoyed posing for them!!

Trying my best to mimic the mannequin

We walked past this spot going to the bar...no tree...we leave the bar...BAM full blown Christmas tree!

Can't remember the last time I saw a legitimate phone booth

He let me hop on solely for a photo op...so sweet!

Some famous statue...don't remember who...blame it on the a-a-a-alcohol

And there you have it!!! Hope these photos helped make your night fan-fucking-tastic!!!!

Come back tomorrow to hear all about my Bean Town (Boston) adventures!!!

Thats Not My Name...

2010-11-23T20:12:00.000-05:00

Last Friday night was Girls Night Out for me and Patches. I had promised her before I left for Ireland that my first Friday home would be reserved for a super fun night out for the two of us since we were long overdue. I was looking forward to it all week.

Being that neither one of us is capable of making a decision it took almost 2 dozen phone calls, a few BBMs and some gchats to get our asses in gear and make our way to the bar. No, its not that difficult, we just make it seem that way.

Anyway, the first bar we hit up, The Wild Goose, which is usually a fun place on Friday nights, turned out to be a total bust. They charged us $5 to get in since they had a band, which I get and never have a problem with since I love bands. Tonight I ended up having an issue being that the band blew, really bad and they were set up in the second room of the bar where you couldn't even order drinks. Over in the other room where the full bar is located there was a DJ blasting music so loud you would never know there was a band in the other room had you not paid to get in. So annoying. I may have felt like this was a win-win, DJ or Band we would have our pick...but the band sucked and the DJ was way too loud for such a small, chill space that you couldn't enjoy either. On top of it there was literally no eye candy. Now, Patches and I were out for a girls night and not to scope for men (finding anyone would just be an added bonus) but itd be nice to at least have something yummy to look at besides my beer. Basically all this combined made us decide that immediately after finishing our first and only beer we'd move on.

We made our way to Bootleg Mannings, another bar I've been to a few times and always manage to have a blast at. These ginormous beers they have for only $5 may have something to do with it...

Another $5 cover due to another band, although we could hear from outside this band sounded great. We scoped out the new scene and both immediately approved so the next order of business was getting beer in our belly.

yummy

While we were sitting down I felt someone staring at me. I look over and see this tall, built, hot guy looking right at me. I immediately turned my head and smiled because I was so caught off guard by how much my type he was. This kept up for a few minutes...the looking back and forth and catching one another's eyes...until he finally looked over and say "What??" with a huge smile and lots of laughter.

Eventually he made his way over and we introduce ourselves. I find out he's a fireman (score!!) and was just promoted to lieutenant (double score!) and lives in the area. Patches and Torch (is that inappropriate??) happened to have a few friends in common and we were all having a great time getting to know each other.

When Patches got up to head to the bathroom Torch immediately starting laying on the compliments. He kept telling me how hot I was and how my bangs were his "kryptonite". He said he couldn't take his eyes off me so it was only a matter of time before he made his way over. All the while our faces kept moving in closer and closer until he finally wrapped his big, fire scared hands around my little face and pulled me in for a kiss. He was such a wonderful kisser...I could have kept that up the rest of the night.

Once Patches returned her smirk told me she definitely saw us kissing. When Torch left to go get us beers we gushed about what a great guy he seemed to be. So far the only downside was that he seemed a little dumb. Now, I don’t mean to be critical or judgmental...it's just the things he was saying and the stories he was telling (ie - about him and his friends getting stoned all the time in high school and college) we both knew would soon get under my skin if I ever spent a decent amount of time with this guy. I am all about giving people the benefit of the doubt and being that he was drunk and the stories were about the past I was willing to give a pass for the meantime.

When we were ready to get going Torch pleaded with me to stay but then settled on asking if he could see me tomorrow. I was so surprised that it took me a second to answer. 99% of the time, in my experience, when you meet a guy out and they ask for your number its always with a promise that they will call you after some undetermined length of time. Rare is it that you have a guy say he wants to see you again tomorrow...flutter! We totally like Torch!

The Juicy Details: After agreeing and sealing with a kiss to see him tomorrow Torch pulls out his phone to get my number. He starts asking me if my number starts with 848 or some random area code and I quickly correct and say no I'm from NY its 917. He questions me again to make certain I was sure as he's feverously hitting keys on his phone and finally holds it up and says "are you sure this isn't your number?" He was dialing a number out of his phone...now let's not forget the fact that I hadn't given him my number yet so there is no way in hell he could be dialing it unless he was psychic...so this was awkward. I thought for a split second that perhaps he had another PYT programmed in his phone and just got confused from being drunk...then I looked at the screen...and there it is...not only is it not a 917 but the name is EMILY!!! Now I haven't told you my name but I will say it’s the furthest thing from Emily. When I tell him this he looks at me confused and sad and again says "Are you sure?"...oh this is not going to end well. I turn him over to Patches to have her reassure him of his "misunderstanding" and he ultimately just stands there looking helpless. I really didn't know how to proceed here and just said "Don't worry about it...it was so nice to meet you." Then leaned in gave him a kiss and headed out.

I was so disappointed and I suppose I could have just given him my number regardless and chalked the mistake to him being drunk...he had been drinking whiskey all night. But I'm not that desperate. Perhaps had he not been so adamant that he had the right number it would have ended differently. I tried to save him from himself but it didn't fly. I was so close to snagging a fireman (sort of a little dream I've always had) and it all got fucked up. I have decided though that if we go back there and I run into him again I wouldn't be opposed to giving it a second shot...so long as he avoids the whiskey.

Threes Company or A Crowd...

2010-11-19T14:04:00.000-05:00

My last full day in Dublin was spent being a total girl with Smitch. We walked around Grafton St. hopping in and out of dressing rooms, drooling over shoes and talking about guys. For most of the day I was in a serious debate over whether or not we should invite Mark out for my last night in Ireland. Sure, sure we had a really great time the night before but why spoil a good thing? Plus after tonight I’d most likely never speak to him again…it’s not like this was love at first site and I was certainly not going to try and have a relationship that spans a fucking ocean…so was it worth the effort?

After an entire shopping day of debate we decide I’ll send an open invitation to Mark for the nights festivities. Smitch and I decided on a code signal (the ever so slick ear pull) we would use in case either of us was so sick of Mark or the current scene we would use our escape plan and bail. (I’m so totally optimistic.) When we finally invite him out he shows up hes alone!!!! Perhaps under other circumstances this wouldn’t have been too big of a deal but Smitch and I were looking forward to really rocking the town and Mark just made himself the third wheel. Fail Mark, epic fail.

We try to make the best of it but Mark, in his corduroy pants, turtle neck and leather jacket looked more like he was going to a funeral then a club…the quiet, shy thing he was doing wasn’t helping either. Smitch and I desperately wanted to get away but he was so fucking nice guilt kept getting the best of us. While we were in the bathroom, in separate stalls, we were discussing what to do and all the girls that overheard us started chiming in telling us to ditch him since there are plenty of other men out there. Oh the hilarity. We eventually ended up back at Café en Seine in hopes that the awesome atmosphere of dancing, drinking and hot people would perk up Mark or at the very least we’d be able to successfully lose him in the crowd (evil I know).

Neither happened. Smitch and I had a blast dancing our asses off on the dance floor while I tried in every way I knew how to perk up Mark. I could tell that he was “trying” but I don’t know if the fact that he was sober (he was downing drinks like a champ I assume to loosen up…) or if perhaps this is just who he is was to blame for what seem like a complete lack of enthusiasm.

We eventually leave and for some drunken reason decide to try and head back to the same club that tried to charge us 10 Euros to get in the night before and being that we got there at the exact same time the same exact thing happened. We didn’t want to go in. Although, the walk there was totally worth it. Smitch took my camera and started taking the most random fucking pictures ever of all the things I’ll “miss about Dublin”. This involved me doing completely ~~ridiculous~~ hilarious poses with things like leaves, a pedicab driver, a mannequin and a christmas tree. And best of all Mark suddenly woke the fuck up!! He was laughing, participating, flirting…oh happy day!

The Juicy Details: While it wasn’t nearly the make-out, flirt sesh I was hoping for I definitely had a nice time with Mark…even though I do wish it didn’t take him so long to at least seem like he was having a good time. When it was time to say goodbye we shared a few great kisses and sadly parted ways. Naturally we texted a bit more during the night and before I got on the plane the next morning I sent him my email and told him to keep in touch. I know I will ever see him again but we have a exchanged a few emails which is sweet. All in all I would say Ireland was a major success!!! I’m already missing it like crazy!!!

Stay tuned for my post about the hot, yet stupid, fireman I met last Friday! Also, I’m off to Boston for the weekend so hopefully I’ll have some fabulous stories about the men in Bean Town for you next week!!