Ah Thai food...I think you are my one true love. Hopefully you will help facilitate in the finding of the man who will make me happy for the rest of my life. But, if not, at least I have Pad Thai!
Garry and I had our first date the other night at my favorite Thai place. I, as usual, show up ridiculously on time, and I wait until he shows up. Some concerns that I had before getting there was what to wear. He was coming from work (wearing a suit) and I hate getting dressed up. But, for the sake of not looking retarded, I get all sorts of trendy looking to go out to dinner. At a restaurant I would wear sweats to. Yeah.
Dinner was great. Food is always good there, and we actually had dessert (mmmmm, chocolate souffle`).
Conversation was great. We spoke about EVERYTHING. No topic was left uncovered. I discovered he and I are the same age, but I am older by 2 months (not a common occurrence for me). He wasn't such a great kid in school; I was a nerd and goody-two-shoes. He will keep me company as we have a scary movie marathon of movies we haven't seen (and apparently will lose circulation in his arm because I will be squeezing it so much).
Wait, hold on a sec. Did he say that we are having a movie marathon?
Please, please, please, PLEASE don't be that guy who says things during a date and then never follows through!
Scariest moment of the date: when I went to the bathroom, looked at my watch for the second time that night only to find it was 11:30 and I had to get up early for work the next morning! Our friend who had organized that dinner where we met had text messaged me to find out how dinner went. I texted her back that we were still there. Her message back: Hot damn!
I concur.
The train ride home was pleasant enough. I got a hug as I left him to walk home.
After reading my "Bitch" book, I shouldn't be offended by a hug. I am taking things slowly. I am waiting at least a month before doing anything really physical.
I am waiting.
I am waiting.
I am waiting.
Repeat mantra and breathe....
Saturday, November 10, 2007
Monday, November 5, 2007
The "Not So Free" Meal
So, being a Jewish girl in search of Mr. Right, I decide to do the most Jewy thing possible: Shabbat dinner at a local Jewish organization. Normally I wouldn't attend anything from this organization, because they are mildly cultish, but I had a brief change of heart when I got an email from them about their new take on speed dating.
Speed dating that is mildly slower because you are eating a Shabbat dinner! What could be better?
The concept was a good one: have a bunch of tables where random assignments of women and men will sit together, changing table assignments for each course. Each person is given a name tag with business cards with their personal information on it to give to people they click with. Sounds good right?
The execution of the plan wasn't the smoothest (the random assignments for each course led to repeat people at each table), but the night was fun. Here's the rundown:
Course #1: We sit down, introduce ourselves, and begin the evening. I survey the table...slim pickings to be honest. Most of the guys at the table are short and not really my type. One guy, however, strikes my fancy: Garry. Tall, cute, kinda skinny (not really my thing, but I could work with it), and when he looks at me I get all sorts of nervous and butterfly-esque. We start flirting, subtly of course, and before I know it, the first course is over and we exit into the lobby while they change the tables around.
Break in the Lobby: I meet up with my friend who accompanied me that night only to find her with two guys we met at speed dating. One of the guys is the guy that I totally clicked with over David Duchovny. We all start chatting about our first course, and then about things in general. I finally turn around to the guy I liked and asked why he didn't "YES" me for the speed dating. He said he wasn't a member and didn't log on at all for anyone.
Hmmmm...lame excuse or the truth? We shall see.
Course #2: Due to the random assignment, I'm at my second table with two guys from my first table (unfortunately not Garry). The conversation was nice, but nothing impressive by anyone there. Garry, however, was at an adjacent table making eye contact every now and then. I love flirting with the eyebrows!
Dessert course (in the lobby): Garry and I start flirting hardcore. Physical contact is made (thank goodness he isn't shomer), tickling occurs, people ask how long we have known each other. Huh? For like, um, 15 minutes?
I give him my card and go off to play with my other friends.
My friend, the two guys from speed dating and I decide to go out to a bar.
Two chocolate martinis later, I am calling out Californication-boy out on him being a player; someone who loves the chase, but that's about all he likes. He tells me I'm wrong and that he'll call me. We exchange numbers (I put him in as "so-and-so who will never call"). I'm going to be sooooooo right about him.
Why am I so gutsy to call a guy out? Read "Why Men Love Bitches". It will change your life.
Now, I'm waiting to see who I hear from.
Speed dating that is mildly slower because you are eating a Shabbat dinner! What could be better?
The concept was a good one: have a bunch of tables where random assignments of women and men will sit together, changing table assignments for each course. Each person is given a name tag with business cards with their personal information on it to give to people they click with. Sounds good right?
The execution of the plan wasn't the smoothest (the random assignments for each course led to repeat people at each table), but the night was fun. Here's the rundown:
Course #1: We sit down, introduce ourselves, and begin the evening. I survey the table...slim pickings to be honest. Most of the guys at the table are short and not really my type. One guy, however, strikes my fancy: Garry. Tall, cute, kinda skinny (not really my thing, but I could work with it), and when he looks at me I get all sorts of nervous and butterfly-esque. We start flirting, subtly of course, and before I know it, the first course is over and we exit into the lobby while they change the tables around.
Break in the Lobby: I meet up with my friend who accompanied me that night only to find her with two guys we met at speed dating. One of the guys is the guy that I totally clicked with over David Duchovny. We all start chatting about our first course, and then about things in general. I finally turn around to the guy I liked and asked why he didn't "YES" me for the speed dating. He said he wasn't a member and didn't log on at all for anyone.
Hmmmm...lame excuse or the truth? We shall see.
Course #2: Due to the random assignment, I'm at my second table with two guys from my first table (unfortunately not Garry). The conversation was nice, but nothing impressive by anyone there. Garry, however, was at an adjacent table making eye contact every now and then. I love flirting with the eyebrows!
Dessert course (in the lobby): Garry and I start flirting hardcore. Physical contact is made (thank goodness he isn't shomer), tickling occurs, people ask how long we have known each other. Huh? For like, um, 15 minutes?
I give him my card and go off to play with my other friends.
My friend, the two guys from speed dating and I decide to go out to a bar.
Two chocolate martinis later, I am calling out Californication-boy out on him being a player; someone who loves the chase, but that's about all he likes. He tells me I'm wrong and that he'll call me. We exchange numbers (I put him in as "so-and-so who will never call"). I'm going to be sooooooo right about him.
Why am I so gutsy to call a guy out? Read "Why Men Love Bitches". It will change your life.
Now, I'm waiting to see who I hear from.
Friday, October 26, 2007
Hurry the Eff Up!
Speed dating!
What could be more fun than talking to a bunch of different guys for no longer than 4 minutes at a time? Nothing that I can think of!
After my TERRIBLE date on Saturday, I was very much in need for many short dates that would end in exactly 4 minutes. I figured if the guy was cute/nice/funny, they would "YES" me on their cards and I would do the same on mine, and we would eventually go out on a non-time-restricted date. If the guy was annoying, peace out homey!
The only downside to speed dating is the pool of men that show up. More than half were guys that I would not usually want to go out with...EVER. The few guys there who seemed like they'd be my type were okay, but only a few stuck out.
I picked 6 in total to say yes to (out of 14).
One guy (and honestly, the only one I was SUPER interested in) had a mutual match with me. I feel like I shouldn't give too much information about him just yet (being that we haven't actually gone out yet) for fear of jinxing what might happen.
BUT, I will keep you posted! ;)
What could be more fun than talking to a bunch of different guys for no longer than 4 minutes at a time? Nothing that I can think of!
After my TERRIBLE date on Saturday, I was very much in need for many short dates that would end in exactly 4 minutes. I figured if the guy was cute/nice/funny, they would "YES" me on their cards and I would do the same on mine, and we would eventually go out on a non-time-restricted date. If the guy was annoying, peace out homey!
The only downside to speed dating is the pool of men that show up. More than half were guys that I would not usually want to go out with...EVER. The few guys there who seemed like they'd be my type were okay, but only a few stuck out.
I picked 6 in total to say yes to (out of 14).
One guy (and honestly, the only one I was SUPER interested in) had a mutual match with me. I feel like I shouldn't give too much information about him just yet (being that we haven't actually gone out yet) for fear of jinxing what might happen.
BUT, I will keep you posted! ;)
Thursday, October 18, 2007
I Get Sick (and still have 3 dates in one week)
Monday night:
I am a pimp. I don't know how I do it, or why I do it, but I have managed to line up 3 dates for this week.
And they are good dates too!
Here's how the week looks:
Tuesday: concert with Sam
Thursday: drinks with Brian at my FAVORITE bar
Saturday: not sure yet what is going on, but something with Derek
And then I have to be up wicked early on Saturday for a conference. Great!
Tuesday:
I'm sick...shit!
I decide to go out with Sam anyway (he did get me the tickets, so how could I bail?), and the concert is awesome, but he is SO not my kind of guy. Cool dude, but totally not my type. Still, didn't ask for money and then took me out to dinner.
Thursday:
After taking off work yesterday (I was absolutely dying), I am feeling slightly better, and decide to keep my date with Brian.
What an interesting guy...I don't mean interesting in the "wow, he's a nuclear physicist, and that's awesome" interesting, but "wow, he is the MOST AWKWARD guy ever".
Nervous would be the best word to describe him.
Perhaps I am too much woman for him!
Either way, we had 2 delicious glasses of wine, split an appetizer (I ended up with half of mine ricocheting onto the floor when I went to cut it), and the conversation (when it actually flowed) was nice. He was actually shaking when he put the money in the bill holder (awwww). I have decided that if he calls again for a date, I will go out with him again.
Saturday:
Note: I have been up since 6:30 am because I had to go to a conference for work. I ended up doing actual work at this conference, and was therefore DEAD TIRED when the date actually occurred. Perhaps this is why the following will sound rather violent.
What. An. Ass.
How, how, HOW I ask you could a guy that I spent 2 hours talking to on Monday night turn into such an arrogant dick within 6 days (counting Monday for those of you who actually counted)???
We spent most of dinner debating about things. This is not always a bad thing, but when it occurs all throughout the date, it's annoying. He asked me questions like, "If you could choose a power from one of the heroes on 'Heroes', what would it be?" and the criticize the answers I gave. He criticized me for "being late" (I told him to call me when he got out of the subway, since I live 2 blocks from the stop, and I'd walk up to the place), even when he pushed our date from 5pm to practically 7pm (even though he had to be back home for a party by 11)! He noted that the first beer ordered was "watered down" (it wasn't), and that the buffalo burger (actual buffalo) was dense (like him?), and that onions give him heartburn (ummm, okay?).
The best part was when he asked me, "If you could have three wishes, what would they be?" I, being me, said my usual, "I'd like people to be happy" kind of answers. After tearing them apart, he told me two of his.
He wanted to essentially be G-d/Hiro Nakamura/Jesus.
He wanted the power to go through time.
He also wanted the power to change things into anything he wanted.
What an egocentric asshole I kept thinking.
My favorite part of the night was after he paid and had gone to the bathroom one last time before leaving. As the bus boys came over to clean off our table, I let out a huge sigh of exasperation. They both looked at me and laughed as I realized how loud a sigh it was.
Oh, and they also threw out the 99 cent water bottle he had with him.
Which he informed me they did, over and over and over again.
All the way from the restaurant to the train.
Have I mentioned how happy I am to be home in pyjamas?
I am a pimp. I don't know how I do it, or why I do it, but I have managed to line up 3 dates for this week.
And they are good dates too!
Here's how the week looks:
Tuesday: concert with Sam
Thursday: drinks with Brian at my FAVORITE bar
Saturday: not sure yet what is going on, but something with Derek
And then I have to be up wicked early on Saturday for a conference. Great!
Tuesday:
I'm sick...shit!
I decide to go out with Sam anyway (he did get me the tickets, so how could I bail?), and the concert is awesome, but he is SO not my kind of guy. Cool dude, but totally not my type. Still, didn't ask for money and then took me out to dinner.
Thursday:
After taking off work yesterday (I was absolutely dying), I am feeling slightly better, and decide to keep my date with Brian.
What an interesting guy...I don't mean interesting in the "wow, he's a nuclear physicist, and that's awesome" interesting, but "wow, he is the MOST AWKWARD guy ever".
Nervous would be the best word to describe him.
Perhaps I am too much woman for him!
Either way, we had 2 delicious glasses of wine, split an appetizer (I ended up with half of mine ricocheting onto the floor when I went to cut it), and the conversation (when it actually flowed) was nice. He was actually shaking when he put the money in the bill holder (awwww). I have decided that if he calls again for a date, I will go out with him again.
Saturday:
Note: I have been up since 6:30 am because I had to go to a conference for work. I ended up doing actual work at this conference, and was therefore DEAD TIRED when the date actually occurred. Perhaps this is why the following will sound rather violent.
What. An. Ass.
How, how, HOW I ask you could a guy that I spent 2 hours talking to on Monday night turn into such an arrogant dick within 6 days (counting Monday for those of you who actually counted)???
We spent most of dinner debating about things. This is not always a bad thing, but when it occurs all throughout the date, it's annoying. He asked me questions like, "If you could choose a power from one of the heroes on 'Heroes', what would it be?" and the criticize the answers I gave. He criticized me for "being late" (I told him to call me when he got out of the subway, since I live 2 blocks from the stop, and I'd walk up to the place), even when he pushed our date from 5pm to practically 7pm (even though he had to be back home for a party by 11)! He noted that the first beer ordered was "watered down" (it wasn't), and that the buffalo burger (actual buffalo) was dense (like him?), and that onions give him heartburn (ummm, okay?).
The best part was when he asked me, "If you could have three wishes, what would they be?" I, being me, said my usual, "I'd like people to be happy" kind of answers. After tearing them apart, he told me two of his.
He wanted to essentially be G-d/Hiro Nakamura/Jesus.
He wanted the power to go through time.
He also wanted the power to change things into anything he wanted.
What an egocentric asshole I kept thinking.
My favorite part of the night was after he paid and had gone to the bathroom one last time before leaving. As the bus boys came over to clean off our table, I let out a huge sigh of exasperation. They both looked at me and laughed as I realized how loud a sigh it was.
Oh, and they also threw out the 99 cent water bottle he had with him.
Which he informed me they did, over and over and over again.
All the way from the restaurant to the train.
Have I mentioned how happy I am to be home in pyjamas?
Atonement (with benefits)
Erev Yom Kippur:
I email Larry. Why, you ask? Because, as any good Jew should right before the Yom, I feel guilty for the way things ended between us. Plus, I'm kinda annoyed at the whole David situation, pissed at Michael for sending me a bullshit "I'm sorry" text this morning, and I'm horny.
It's been a month and change since I saw him last. A girl has needs!
So, I email him. I basically apologize for what seemed to be me blowing him off, but I swore I wasn't, and wanted to just say I'm sorry.
I honestly don't expect him to respond.
Which he does. Not right away, but he does. This is a good start.
A few weeks later:
We finally get to hang out one Saturday night. He brought over cupcakes. We had sex.
Mediocre sex, really. I'm not so sure that I will be calling him again for a booty call.
I email Larry. Why, you ask? Because, as any good Jew should right before the Yom, I feel guilty for the way things ended between us. Plus, I'm kinda annoyed at the whole David situation, pissed at Michael for sending me a bullshit "I'm sorry" text this morning, and I'm horny.
It's been a month and change since I saw him last. A girl has needs!
So, I email him. I basically apologize for what seemed to be me blowing him off, but I swore I wasn't, and wanted to just say I'm sorry.
I honestly don't expect him to respond.
Which he does. Not right away, but he does. This is a good start.
A few weeks later:
We finally get to hang out one Saturday night. He brought over cupcakes. We had sex.
Mediocre sex, really. I'm not so sure that I will be calling him again for a booty call.
At Least I Got To Try A New Beer...
I knew this was coming. I didn't want to be the one to do it, but I knew this was coming.
David and I finally get together again (it had been two weeks since we were able to coordinate schedules to see each other since the last time). We meet at a bar I've been dying to go to, and order drinks.
He, as usual, finishes his before I finish mine, but doesn't order another one.
Something is up.
"So, I'm terrible at this," he says, "but I have to do it. See, I ran into my ex the other day, and I realized that I still have feelings for her, and it's not fair to get into something with you when I don't know what's going to happen with her...."
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...
I told him that I was so glad that he said this, because I had recently started talking to my ex as well (truth), and I wasn't sure about my feelings about him (Michael) myself (lie). I gave him an awkward hug, and walked home in time to catch Grey's Anatomy on TV.
Oh yeah, about that whole me talking to Michael again. I was cleaning up my buddy list and deleted him. This apparently unblocked him, and he IMed me. We were civil, and it was a very nice conversation (I missed having our conversations). I have realized, though, that I am happy with just being friends. I have no desire to date a slacker anymore, and need someone who has a good head on their shoulders.
Plus, as an ego boost, I think he got kicked out of his program. That fills me with evil glee, but Yom Kippur is coming up tomorrow, so I can atone for that.
David and I finally get together again (it had been two weeks since we were able to coordinate schedules to see each other since the last time). We meet at a bar I've been dying to go to, and order drinks.
He, as usual, finishes his before I finish mine, but doesn't order another one.
Something is up.
"So, I'm terrible at this," he says, "but I have to do it. See, I ran into my ex the other day, and I realized that I still have feelings for her, and it's not fair to get into something with you when I don't know what's going to happen with her...."
Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah...
I told him that I was so glad that he said this, because I had recently started talking to my ex as well (truth), and I wasn't sure about my feelings about him (Michael) myself (lie). I gave him an awkward hug, and walked home in time to catch Grey's Anatomy on TV.
Oh yeah, about that whole me talking to Michael again. I was cleaning up my buddy list and deleted him. This apparently unblocked him, and he IMed me. We were civil, and it was a very nice conversation (I missed having our conversations). I have realized, though, that I am happy with just being friends. I have no desire to date a slacker anymore, and need someone who has a good head on their shoulders.
Plus, as an ego boost, I think he got kicked out of his program. That fills me with evil glee, but Yom Kippur is coming up tomorrow, so I can atone for that.
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
The Karma Date
Best date idea EVER!
Note to the men: if you want to impress a girl, this is the way to do it. We don't need flowers or money or jewelry. We need effort!
David and I meet up for date numero tres at Union Square. He hands me a rose (awwww) and proceeds to tell me that we will be going on a Karma Date. He has researched a bunch of places to go for a drink, dinner and dessert in the area, has printed them out on tiny sheets of paper, crumpled them up and now I have to choose.
KICKASS!
For drinks we went to The Gotham Bar and Grill. Dinner was at a sushi place nearby (totally forgot the name of the place). Dessert was at Max Brenner's.
Oh Max Brenner...how I love you.
Nothing says "mini-orgasm" like chocolate pizza paired with a coconut martini. Yeah, it's that serious.
Amazing date...absolutely amazing.
The part that wasn't amazing, though, was the kissing at my apartment. The first time David and I kissed, I felt weak in my knees. Now, nothing. Nada. Zip, zero, zilch.
Maybe things aren't clicking the way they need to be. We get along super well, but I'm just not sure.
Note to the men: if you want to impress a girl, this is the way to do it. We don't need flowers or money or jewelry. We need effort!
David and I meet up for date numero tres at Union Square. He hands me a rose (awwww) and proceeds to tell me that we will be going on a Karma Date. He has researched a bunch of places to go for a drink, dinner and dessert in the area, has printed them out on tiny sheets of paper, crumpled them up and now I have to choose.
KICKASS!
For drinks we went to The Gotham Bar and Grill. Dinner was at a sushi place nearby (totally forgot the name of the place). Dessert was at Max Brenner's.
Oh Max Brenner...how I love you.
Nothing says "mini-orgasm" like chocolate pizza paired with a coconut martini. Yeah, it's that serious.
Amazing date...absolutely amazing.
The part that wasn't amazing, though, was the kissing at my apartment. The first time David and I kissed, I felt weak in my knees. Now, nothing. Nada. Zip, zero, zilch.
Maybe things aren't clicking the way they need to be. We get along super well, but I'm just not sure.
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