So I went out on my first "match" date. HORRIBLE! We met at Starbucks. Innocent enough. He gets out & looks sort of like his picture. Now, I believe my pics look like me. Why would I post something that doesn't represent me in my usual setting? One is of me at the Hofbrau with the steins of beer. I have my usual tank & zip-up hoodie on. The others are in Vegas with sweat dripping but I still look pretty good. His hair is buzzed shorter than the picture he sent, his muscles are bigger, and he seems stockier than what the picture showed. Okay, looks aren't everything as Gameboy is not his drop-dead gorgeous self but I still find myself attracted to his kisses.
So we met. In the parking lot. He was nervous as his voice was shaky & jittery as he spoke with me. He drives a tractor trailer for the Post Office......from Bethpage to Philly five days a week. His profile said he has "some college". Now I don't need you to have a degree, but I need you to have a brain. This guy was a box of rox. Yes, I spelled it the way he would. "Some college" turns out to be that he tried to take an English class once and didn't like it nor did he finish it. We talked. Aimlessly because when I thought we had a conversation going, he'd say "That's like when......" and come up with something that had NOTHING to do with whatever! He asked me about the beer picture. So I was telling him about Munich & the Hofbrau & the radler and how the German boys made fun of us for drinking a radler. He responds with "I hate to fly". I narrowed my eyes for a moment, feeling my forehead furrow, and said "Why do you hate to fly?" He replies "It was like this time my brother drove up from Florida with his two kids and I didn't want to go to work the next day. So I called in sick and they couldn't get anyone to cover my route from midnight 'til 4 am".
Yeah----that's how I felt, too. The whole time I wanted to cry because he isn't Cowboy. He doesn't like to shop. He doesn't like to fly. He CAN'T COMMUNICATE! And where is Cowboy, you ask? Probably boinking Laura the Slut. You read right. Don't be shocked.
Hottie Danny was oh so much better & I am glad E. takes the blame for dropping the ball on that. Yes 22 is too young but why not meet for coffee or drinks and appetizers? I do that with people older than me. Any one of any legal age can do that and it's just nice. And I still missed Cowboy that night, but Hottie Danny made it not so bad.
Oh, and I say "Absolutely" because with each story I told, this guy had no idea what I was saying, and he'd nod in agreement and say "absolutely" to each comment. I may as well have spoken Japanese and I would have gotten the same remark.
I HATE MY LIFE! Did I mention Briar starts Tuesday. Salt in the wounds, people. Salt in the wounds.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Saturday, January 13, 2007
Added Extras As They Come to Me About Last Night
1. Charly...the prick.....as he was leaving asked if "they were real". I said "Are what real?" He said "Your eyes. They look like contacts." I said "I don't wear contacts or glasses. They're real & they are mine." He said "That's awesome. They match mine." I said "aren't your's brown?" He said "No. as blue as your's". I said "That's funny. I thought they were brown because you are full of ...." Yes I did say that.
2. Hotti Danny said he didn't want to meet anyone because he waned to meet the one who he already did but was "older than he thought". Dummy.....I'm going with 25 from now on.
3. Forgot we got off the train coming home because we thought we had to change at Jamaica but didn't and had to quickly jump back on with the poor BDay girl as sick as she was. At least we got her a seat.
4. CandyMan was oogled by the guy bartender who managed to shoot her with beer from the little spray thingy when she went to say goodbye. I said he was marking his territory & that was his scent.
5. Talked to a guy in car #2 on the train because he was standing there and couldn't help but listen to our nonsense. So I invited him in to the conversation. Even he said he worked in bars...bartended.....and other stuff & they never did anything like that. He laughed.
6. During the fight in car #1, a woman spit on a few of the drunken disorderlies and CandyMan pointed out to us that spit has the most germs and bacteria in it of all human fluids. Poor guy had to lisen to this.
7. Some guy danced past E. and deliberately knocked her purse off of her shoulder. CandyMan found this funny.
**8. Hottie Danny picked me up. Literally. Lifted me straight up into the air and then put me down again. Why? I have no idea....but it was a "pick-me-up" in more ways than one!
2. Hotti Danny said he didn't want to meet anyone because he waned to meet the one who he already did but was "older than he thought". Dummy.....I'm going with 25 from now on.
3. Forgot we got off the train coming home because we thought we had to change at Jamaica but didn't and had to quickly jump back on with the poor BDay girl as sick as she was. At least we got her a seat.
4. CandyMan was oogled by the guy bartender who managed to shoot her with beer from the little spray thingy when she went to say goodbye. I said he was marking his territory & that was his scent.
5. Talked to a guy in car #2 on the train because he was standing there and couldn't help but listen to our nonsense. So I invited him in to the conversation. Even he said he worked in bars...bartended.....and other stuff & they never did anything like that. He laughed.
6. During the fight in car #1, a woman spit on a few of the drunken disorderlies and CandyMan pointed out to us that spit has the most germs and bacteria in it of all human fluids. Poor guy had to lisen to this.
7. Some guy danced past E. and deliberately knocked her purse off of her shoulder. CandyMan found this funny.
**8. Hottie Danny picked me up. Literally. Lifted me straight up into the air and then put me down again. Why? I have no idea....but it was a "pick-me-up" in more ways than one!
And the Bartender Wouldn't Serve Me the Drink I Wanted.............
So, it's been a whirlwind of a week. Remember, keeping busy so I don't think of/call/email Cowboy & make a fool of myself? Yeah, it's wearing me out. Monday night KDP & I went to FOUR. We had fondue and flatbread & it was so yummy. We did it all wrong, tough. Apparently, this is the place guys go to to watch games on their movie screen behind the bar. In their suits from work. Men. All over the place. Where did KDP & I sit? At a table........that was reserved for us. We had a great time together, but wanted to try and get some attention. But since she had an hour's drive back to her place & it was 10:00 and she gets up early to work, it didn't happen. So, come "game night" (whichever night that happens to be) you can find me on a stool at FOUR.
Tuesday is when I signed up for Match so I have been sending back a number of replies to people who contacted me.
Wednesday was Croxxley's with MIU & Mr. Baseball. MIU has been telling me for a year and a half to go & I finally broke down & did. I had a lot of fun. The two of them are very sweet & polite & their sense of humor runs along the same path as mine, so they entertain as well. Good times. I was supposed to meet Gameboy after but that did not materialize. Am I shocked? No. Am I tired of this. Yes. And he's mad because he was ready a 1/2 hour later than I was & I refused at that point. We set a time & you screwed up. Too bad.
Thursday brought dinner and coffee with Codegirl. She is a riot. And a lot of fun to be with. We went to a restaurant in Woodbury called Graffiti. I had a delish California wrap on a spinach pita. Ooooooooooo and it came with sweet potato fries. This platter doesn't get better.
And on to last night. Oh my head. Oh my stomach. I drank a fishbowl of a drink--literally--and it was not a wise thing to do. Okay, Elaine's friend's birthday was yesterday & she wanted to go to Porky's in NYC. E. said "Grotter, you have to come along" and since 2007 is the year of the buzz for me & going out as often as possible, I went. They had gone in August for Candyman's brithday but I had been away, and after the stories I had heard from their last excursion, I had to attend. I drove to her place & the 3 of us caught the train in to Penn. We met up with LL, another friend of E.'s and Candyman's, and hopped the V to 23rd to walk the last 2 blocks.
When we got to Porky's, it was pretty empty for almost 8:30 on a Friday, but that was fine because it meant we could get another table to link up to the party & have stools, too. We got proofed, checked our coats, got our hands stamped, and then made our way to the bar to order these bowls meant for sea life. There are five to choose from & I wanted the pink one (yeah--you order by color--should have been a sign that this is not the drink for me). The girl behind the bar made a face. I said "Why? Don't you like the pink one?" and she says "No. I don't like it at all. Pick another one. The red and the purple are really good." Is it your job to critique my choice of beverage when I didn't ask? And, is it up to you to tell me that the one I wanted is not good? No. Just serve the darn bowl.
Needless to say, I got the red. We each carried a bowl back to the table and began to drink. This is when two guys sat at the next table. E. went over and asked them if they wanted to do shots. So, LL, E., and the Birthday Girl went with Charly & Danny to do shots.
E. comes back saying that Charly is a loser & a prick & the guys didn't come back with the girls because some other girl walked up to them and said "You picked up girls?" Shortly, Danny came back while Charly tried to (unsuccessfully) pick up a waitress, and I said Danny could sit with us if he wanted. So, Danny joined us & we started talking. He was yummy. He asked me if I had been there before & I explained to him no & the review it had gotten. I asked him & he said once with his ex and that it was PACKED! Then he asked my age. I told him the truth....idiot. Why did I do this? Because I pegged him for 24 and amnot into the young guys anymore. Wrong! He was 22. He didn't believe me, so I asked him how old he thought I was & he said 23-25. Don't I wish. He asked for my id & I showed it to him & he said it was fake. So I said that it scanned fine when they proofed me & he said "They proofed you? They didn't check me!" Thanks. And then the conversation stopped there because the Porky's people were moving our tables whether we wanted them to or not. They crammed the tables into the center of the room. I don't know why.
So, Charly & Danny had no place to stand/sit/whatever & I said they could sit with us since there were like 12 of us & just the 2 of them. Charly was being rude & I pointed this out. I mean very rude & I verbally slapped him back into place. He then claims a girl he was supposed to meet called & he was not happy & didn't want to meet her but he'd be back. So he left Danny with me (us). I felt bad for the guy. He made a call or two and had a couple of his school buddies come down (hey--he graduated in May from Poly so back off). We sat. And talked. And flirted pointlessly. I kept telling him I'd try and hook him up with someone in there if he needed help. He said "Did you think that maybe I want to talk to you?" and spent the rest of the night talking with me & his friends. Then we started dancing. A lot. He was good. He was yummy. He was freakin' 22 & I couldn't deal with this. E. kept telling him & me to make out but that never happened. Am I glad it didn't? Sort of. Do I wish I had anyway? Yeah. Hottie little (well.....6'4'') Danny helped me to have a lot of fun.
So 5 of us leave together & walk back to Penn to try & sober up BDay Girl just a bit. We just made the train & stood the whole way home. Our car had a number of drunk 25-year olds on it & they were fighting with people their parents age. So sad. I then recognized two girls with the group who are former students. I said their names and told them to control their friends. It was getting scary in there. They said they can't so I told them to just grab their shirts & move them somewhere else. Then, some random guy who was not involved at all starts mouthing off to me. I had to put him in his place, too. His best comeback after that? "oooooo" under his breath. Not loud, so I knew he was a wimp. Had he wanted to really get into it, he would have been louder to impress his girlfriend.
We got off the train...........I drove E.'s car & played taxi to 3 of the 4. I got E. home, grabbed my keys & drove home, too. It was 3:20 when I got in & fell asleep around 4am.
I hope E. will post a response to fill in gaps I may have. She drank a fish bowl and three other drinks but I was not always aware of what was going on. I was dancing with Yummy Danny.
I am too old to be out this much & this late. But did I mention that Danny was yummy? Just incase you didn't know.
Tuesday is when I signed up for Match so I have been sending back a number of replies to people who contacted me.
Wednesday was Croxxley's with MIU & Mr. Baseball. MIU has been telling me for a year and a half to go & I finally broke down & did. I had a lot of fun. The two of them are very sweet & polite & their sense of humor runs along the same path as mine, so they entertain as well. Good times. I was supposed to meet Gameboy after but that did not materialize. Am I shocked? No. Am I tired of this. Yes. And he's mad because he was ready a 1/2 hour later than I was & I refused at that point. We set a time & you screwed up. Too bad.
Thursday brought dinner and coffee with Codegirl. She is a riot. And a lot of fun to be with. We went to a restaurant in Woodbury called Graffiti. I had a delish California wrap on a spinach pita. Ooooooooooo and it came with sweet potato fries. This platter doesn't get better.
And on to last night. Oh my head. Oh my stomach. I drank a fishbowl of a drink--literally--and it was not a wise thing to do. Okay, Elaine's friend's birthday was yesterday & she wanted to go to Porky's in NYC. E. said "Grotter, you have to come along" and since 2007 is the year of the buzz for me & going out as often as possible, I went. They had gone in August for Candyman's brithday but I had been away, and after the stories I had heard from their last excursion, I had to attend. I drove to her place & the 3 of us caught the train in to Penn. We met up with LL, another friend of E.'s and Candyman's, and hopped the V to 23rd to walk the last 2 blocks.
When we got to Porky's, it was pretty empty for almost 8:30 on a Friday, but that was fine because it meant we could get another table to link up to the party & have stools, too. We got proofed, checked our coats, got our hands stamped, and then made our way to the bar to order these bowls meant for sea life. There are five to choose from & I wanted the pink one (yeah--you order by color--should have been a sign that this is not the drink for me). The girl behind the bar made a face. I said "Why? Don't you like the pink one?" and she says "No. I don't like it at all. Pick another one. The red and the purple are really good." Is it your job to critique my choice of beverage when I didn't ask? And, is it up to you to tell me that the one I wanted is not good? No. Just serve the darn bowl.
Needless to say, I got the red. We each carried a bowl back to the table and began to drink. This is when two guys sat at the next table. E. went over and asked them if they wanted to do shots. So, LL, E., and the Birthday Girl went with Charly & Danny to do shots.
E. comes back saying that Charly is a loser & a prick & the guys didn't come back with the girls because some other girl walked up to them and said "You picked up girls?" Shortly, Danny came back while Charly tried to (unsuccessfully) pick up a waitress, and I said Danny could sit with us if he wanted. So, Danny joined us & we started talking. He was yummy. He asked me if I had been there before & I explained to him no & the review it had gotten. I asked him & he said once with his ex and that it was PACKED! Then he asked my age. I told him the truth....idiot. Why did I do this? Because I pegged him for 24 and amnot into the young guys anymore. Wrong! He was 22. He didn't believe me, so I asked him how old he thought I was & he said 23-25. Don't I wish. He asked for my id & I showed it to him & he said it was fake. So I said that it scanned fine when they proofed me & he said "They proofed you? They didn't check me!" Thanks. And then the conversation stopped there because the Porky's people were moving our tables whether we wanted them to or not. They crammed the tables into the center of the room. I don't know why.
So, Charly & Danny had no place to stand/sit/whatever & I said they could sit with us since there were like 12 of us & just the 2 of them. Charly was being rude & I pointed this out. I mean very rude & I verbally slapped him back into place. He then claims a girl he was supposed to meet called & he was not happy & didn't want to meet her but he'd be back. So he left Danny with me (us). I felt bad for the guy. He made a call or two and had a couple of his school buddies come down (hey--he graduated in May from Poly so back off). We sat. And talked. And flirted pointlessly. I kept telling him I'd try and hook him up with someone in there if he needed help. He said "Did you think that maybe I want to talk to you?" and spent the rest of the night talking with me & his friends. Then we started dancing. A lot. He was good. He was yummy. He was freakin' 22 & I couldn't deal with this. E. kept telling him & me to make out but that never happened. Am I glad it didn't? Sort of. Do I wish I had anyway? Yeah. Hottie little (well.....6'4'') Danny helped me to have a lot of fun.
So 5 of us leave together & walk back to Penn to try & sober up BDay Girl just a bit. We just made the train & stood the whole way home. Our car had a number of drunk 25-year olds on it & they were fighting with people their parents age. So sad. I then recognized two girls with the group who are former students. I said their names and told them to control their friends. It was getting scary in there. They said they can't so I told them to just grab their shirts & move them somewhere else. Then, some random guy who was not involved at all starts mouthing off to me. I had to put him in his place, too. His best comeback after that? "oooooo" under his breath. Not loud, so I knew he was a wimp. Had he wanted to really get into it, he would have been louder to impress his girlfriend.
We got off the train...........I drove E.'s car & played taxi to 3 of the 4. I got E. home, grabbed my keys & drove home, too. It was 3:20 when I got in & fell asleep around 4am.
I hope E. will post a response to fill in gaps I may have. She drank a fish bowl and three other drinks but I was not always aware of what was going on. I was dancing with Yummy Danny.
I am too old to be out this much & this late. But did I mention that Danny was yummy? Just incase you didn't know.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Matchmaker, Matchmaker, Make Me A Match
So I have sunk so low in this "Missing Cowboy" despair that I resorted to signing up for Match last night. It was beyond painful. However, I have had two "winks" and an email already & the guys are average......they don't look too desperate or pathetic, as I seem to be right now.
I did this in the hopes of "God helps those who help themselves" so that if I appear to be helping myself, Cowboy will return. I say the "return" thing because that's what I want. I don't care what other people think. I don't care what they have to say. I understand their concerns & take it into consideration, but when it comes down to it, he is who I wanted to spend my life with. I was lucky to find someone to be my best friend, love, and partner in crime. No matter what I wanted to do, he would always say "As long as we are spending time together, I will do whatever it is you want". He holds many of the same qualities that my Dad does, and if you know me well enough, you know my Dad is perfect in my eyes. All but alcoholic Brent have come back to try again and I am the fool for not having given them a second chance. I am at a point in my life where if Cowboy rides back into town I'd gladly saddle up with him & not think twice. Not because I am desperate. Not because I want to get on with life. I want him for all of his qualities & his faults. I want to work on my faults with him & his patience for my silliness.
So, in the meantime, I will be responding to the "winks" that come through and sit through coffee, drinks, dinner or movies with these new-found potentials for outings & enjoy it for what it is............experience & time-consuming.
I did this in the hopes of "God helps those who help themselves" so that if I appear to be helping myself, Cowboy will return. I say the "return" thing because that's what I want. I don't care what other people think. I don't care what they have to say. I understand their concerns & take it into consideration, but when it comes down to it, he is who I wanted to spend my life with. I was lucky to find someone to be my best friend, love, and partner in crime. No matter what I wanted to do, he would always say "As long as we are spending time together, I will do whatever it is you want". He holds many of the same qualities that my Dad does, and if you know me well enough, you know my Dad is perfect in my eyes. All but alcoholic Brent have come back to try again and I am the fool for not having given them a second chance. I am at a point in my life where if Cowboy rides back into town I'd gladly saddle up with him & not think twice. Not because I am desperate. Not because I want to get on with life. I want him for all of his qualities & his faults. I want to work on my faults with him & his patience for my silliness.
So, in the meantime, I will be responding to the "winks" that come through and sit through coffee, drinks, dinner or movies with these new-found potentials for outings & enjoy it for what it is............experience & time-consuming.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Keeping Busy to Keep Sane
I have been trying my best to pack my schedule full of activities to keep my mind off of him. I thought it was supposed to get easier as the days go by & yet it gets more difficult & I can't figure out why. I cry at the drop of a hat.....literally. For example, I went to the bank yesterday & the stupid teller didn't close the drawer at the drive-up window fast enough & two checks + my license blew out & into a HUGE puddle behind me. I had to get out & get soaked & gather up my checks. When I asked her if the other two were still in teh drawer, instead of her pulling them out to save them, she opened it & off go the otehr two. Back into the puddle I go.........I wanted to just get in the car & drive home, not caring if I even had the checks let alone deposited them. I wanted to burst into tears & not stop. This pain is horrible and I know it's minor compared to the problems of so many others, but it's my pain & its breaking me down.
I went out Friday, Saturday, Monday night & hope to be out tonight as well just so I don't have to sit alone. I have plans for Wed, Thurs & Friday night........now I have to fill Sautrday & Sunday and all will be good. Plus, I hope to meet random people to go out with, but so far only old men. Drat! I realize that I am literally running from my problems, but I don't know what else to do. It's that or call him & cry to him. And since that isn't an option.......drinks while out it is!
KDP and I went to FOUR last night for their 50% off dinners.......yummy again and what I didn't realize was that they have a HUGE screen & many........many hot men gather there for the Monday Night Football game. I am so going there next week just for a drink so I can sit & watch too. I figure I don't have work til 10:30ish so why not? Whose going with me?
I went out Friday, Saturday, Monday night & hope to be out tonight as well just so I don't have to sit alone. I have plans for Wed, Thurs & Friday night........now I have to fill Sautrday & Sunday and all will be good. Plus, I hope to meet random people to go out with, but so far only old men. Drat! I realize that I am literally running from my problems, but I don't know what else to do. It's that or call him & cry to him. And since that isn't an option.......drinks while out it is!
KDP and I went to FOUR last night for their 50% off dinners.......yummy again and what I didn't realize was that they have a HUGE screen & many........many hot men gather there for the Monday Night Football game. I am so going there next week just for a drink so I can sit & watch too. I figure I don't have work til 10:30ish so why not? Whose going with me?
Friday, January 05, 2007
Strutting it at the Katwalk & a Little Bit of Drunk Dialing
Elaine (former peof crak to keep you updated) and I went in to the city to see the Museum of the City of New York. We met at 1:30 in Penn & took the 6 up to 110th Street. Dumped in the midst of Harlem and unable to pull out a map so that we wouldn't look too obvious, we just started walking. In the wrong direction. We stopped on a corner that seemed safe enough and E. pulled out the miniature map to help us get our bearings straight. So when we realized we went the wrong way, we crossed over so that the far north regions of Central Park were on our right & we moved briskly back to where we should be. Finding the museum wasn't so hard once we started down the number streets.
The museum was small & had a lot of interesting things to see. We saw the Black Fashion exhibit, a Purse exhibit (so many pretty ones I would lovelovelove to carry, a firemen display, pen/pencil/ink sketches of the city, a furniture exhibit dating back to 1609, and a film narrated by Stanley Tucci that gave the history of the development of the island of Manhattan. E. was quick to point out that this is the first museum we did in it's entirety. YIPPEE!!!
We left there around 4:20 and started to walk from 5th to Lexington along 103rd Street. ................................ 103rd just sort of ends and we were walking through an apartment complex, then through a pedestrian tunnel, and past a lot of bodega thingys. All questionable since we stood out like sore thumbs. Finally finding the subway entrance, we had our cards ready (thank goodness) and hurried down the steps to catch that next train and get ourselves back to familiar territory.
E. wanted to eat at Wichcraft. It's a gourmet sandwich place that has a few locations and one happens to be on 5th and 46th. So we walked and looked and walked and looked some more. A bit of back-tracking and we found it. Looking closed. It was 4:58 and we were starving and the sign said they were open until 6 but they looked closed. When the two people behind the counter are scraping the grill, I think it's a sign they do not want to cook anymore. And there was only one guy sitting at a table on a laptop & he looked like he worked there as well.
The good thing about E. and me doing things together is that we always have a fall-back plan. We had wanted to go to Katwalk and that was located on 35th and 5th. Their happy hour began at 5 and we wanted in. We were starving at this point & thankfully they offer appetizers. When we got there, there was one person sitting at the bar. That was it. Pretty desolate. But we got a cute table where we could see a lot of the action that would hopefully unfold in the next hour or so.
Our not-too-bright waitress took our drink & food order & we soaked in all the scenery. We got hummus & pitas along with nachos LOADED with sour cream (E. said we should have called Mr. NYU to come), cheese, and salsa. I had a Jolly Rancher martini & E. had a Mochatini. Apparently it was so good, she ordered another. We were 1/2 way done with our first drinks before the food came. Not good for us because we really can't drink, even though we say we can, and I was feeling it a bit before I had my first nacho.
Lots of guys at this place. I have never seen such a ratio of men to women where the women really have a pick of men. I have to say decent to good-looking guys here too. And good music until 7:30. I don't know what happened but the music changed and not for the better. By drink #2, there was an older man looking at us. I don't mean glancing over and I don't mean 40ish. E. said he had to be in his fifties and he was literally turning around and staring at us. EW!
We agreed that two drinks was enough for us, especially since we had to stand up slowly to see if we could even stand. We agreed that this is a place to go often, and even talked about how cool it would be to work there. We then talked about getting (some of us NEEDING) coffee so that the walk to the train station would actually happen and I wouldn't fall asleep on the 50 minute ride back.
We then talked about drunk dialing. And before I knew it, I had Gameboy on the phone. I asked him where he was.........literally 20 blocks away.....and told--well sort of ordered---him to come and make out with me. While I had no problem convincing him, E. was on the phone dialing TLS. Why? I have no freaking clue. She has a couple of guys she could be calling and yet she called him. (total segway but we talked earlier while walking about how we really aren't bright at all. Yeah yeah we have degrees and teach college and all that rubbish, but when it comes to basic sense......not so much) I wanted to call Cowboy but since we no longer speak, let alone have anything to talk about since he derailed my life, I turned to my standby. Well, Gameboy was there in a matter of minutes and we talked. Then he had to get going because he had an inspector coming and E. got up to give us a few moments. She was barely out of sight when we started kissing. It felt so good to kiss someone again. Granted, this was for no longer than two minutes, but oh so worth it. I needed it to help me begin repairing myself with the devastation I have experienced. Don't get me wrong, I would go to Cowboy in a heartbeat if he called but I know that won't happen so I have to move on. And I am not moving backwards as in going back with Gameboy, but he is helping to pass the time. I only shed a handful of tears last night as opposed to the bawling I go through most nights.
City bars with good looking men, good drinks, and a bit of drunk dialing isn't so bad!
The museum was small & had a lot of interesting things to see. We saw the Black Fashion exhibit, a Purse exhibit (so many pretty ones I would lovelovelove to carry, a firemen display, pen/pencil/ink sketches of the city, a furniture exhibit dating back to 1609, and a film narrated by Stanley Tucci that gave the history of the development of the island of Manhattan. E. was quick to point out that this is the first museum we did in it's entirety. YIPPEE!!!
We left there around 4:20 and started to walk from 5th to Lexington along 103rd Street. ................................ 103rd just sort of ends and we were walking through an apartment complex, then through a pedestrian tunnel, and past a lot of bodega thingys. All questionable since we stood out like sore thumbs. Finally finding the subway entrance, we had our cards ready (thank goodness) and hurried down the steps to catch that next train and get ourselves back to familiar territory.
E. wanted to eat at Wichcraft. It's a gourmet sandwich place that has a few locations and one happens to be on 5th and 46th. So we walked and looked and walked and looked some more. A bit of back-tracking and we found it. Looking closed. It was 4:58 and we were starving and the sign said they were open until 6 but they looked closed. When the two people behind the counter are scraping the grill, I think it's a sign they do not want to cook anymore. And there was only one guy sitting at a table on a laptop & he looked like he worked there as well.
The good thing about E. and me doing things together is that we always have a fall-back plan. We had wanted to go to Katwalk and that was located on 35th and 5th. Their happy hour began at 5 and we wanted in. We were starving at this point & thankfully they offer appetizers. When we got there, there was one person sitting at the bar. That was it. Pretty desolate. But we got a cute table where we could see a lot of the action that would hopefully unfold in the next hour or so.
Our not-too-bright waitress took our drink & food order & we soaked in all the scenery. We got hummus & pitas along with nachos LOADED with sour cream (E. said we should have called Mr. NYU to come), cheese, and salsa. I had a Jolly Rancher martini & E. had a Mochatini. Apparently it was so good, she ordered another. We were 1/2 way done with our first drinks before the food came. Not good for us because we really can't drink, even though we say we can, and I was feeling it a bit before I had my first nacho.
Lots of guys at this place. I have never seen such a ratio of men to women where the women really have a pick of men. I have to say decent to good-looking guys here too. And good music until 7:30. I don't know what happened but the music changed and not for the better. By drink #2, there was an older man looking at us. I don't mean glancing over and I don't mean 40ish. E. said he had to be in his fifties and he was literally turning around and staring at us. EW!
We agreed that two drinks was enough for us, especially since we had to stand up slowly to see if we could even stand. We agreed that this is a place to go often, and even talked about how cool it would be to work there. We then talked about getting (some of us NEEDING) coffee so that the walk to the train station would actually happen and I wouldn't fall asleep on the 50 minute ride back.
We then talked about drunk dialing. And before I knew it, I had Gameboy on the phone. I asked him where he was.........literally 20 blocks away.....and told--well sort of ordered---him to come and make out with me. While I had no problem convincing him, E. was on the phone dialing TLS. Why? I have no freaking clue. She has a couple of guys she could be calling and yet she called him. (total segway but we talked earlier while walking about how we really aren't bright at all. Yeah yeah we have degrees and teach college and all that rubbish, but when it comes to basic sense......not so much) I wanted to call Cowboy but since we no longer speak, let alone have anything to talk about since he derailed my life, I turned to my standby. Well, Gameboy was there in a matter of minutes and we talked. Then he had to get going because he had an inspector coming and E. got up to give us a few moments. She was barely out of sight when we started kissing. It felt so good to kiss someone again. Granted, this was for no longer than two minutes, but oh so worth it. I needed it to help me begin repairing myself with the devastation I have experienced. Don't get me wrong, I would go to Cowboy in a heartbeat if he called but I know that won't happen so I have to move on. And I am not moving backwards as in going back with Gameboy, but he is helping to pass the time. I only shed a handful of tears last night as opposed to the bawling I go through most nights.
City bars with good looking men, good drinks, and a bit of drunk dialing isn't so bad!
Monday, January 01, 2007
New Year.............same sob
Went out with KDP last night to ring in what Ihope is a fabulous '07. We had drinks.......talked to people..........watched the ball drop on a tiny screen.............felt my phone buzzing...........text from Cowboy "I know you hate me and you should but I wanted to wish you a Happy New Year".
I offered to him this past week to move out there so we could be together. He said no because he wants Laura (the slut). He likes his friends & his parents are getting along with him so he decided that since the last 11 weeks have been good, he'll make major life decisions for the both of us without telling me. I wanted to reply. I wanted to send something back. I had three in mind: 1) f* off 2) don't call me until you are in NY and need me to help you move in with me 3) stop ruining my holidays. He destroyed Christmas & now sent this peach of a wish at 11:58 last night.
Went to KDP's apt. for some wine & to exchange presents because we had yet to do that. She went WAY overboard! She gave me a webkins bear, a cheesecake factory certificate & bear, a photo album, and a few other things. I loved it all.
We enjoyed hummus with our Pindar wine & watched Carson Daly look a bit too old to do his New Year's thing & I left around 2:30 to drive the 1/2 hour back home.
Her apartment is amazing! She can never ever move. This is worse than my benz. It's like there's nowhere to go but down. I lovelovelove her apt. and told her she should start bawling and throw herself on the floor and beg the in-laws to buy it.
'07 better not suck.
I offered to him this past week to move out there so we could be together. He said no because he wants Laura (the slut). He likes his friends & his parents are getting along with him so he decided that since the last 11 weeks have been good, he'll make major life decisions for the both of us without telling me. I wanted to reply. I wanted to send something back. I had three in mind: 1) f* off 2) don't call me until you are in NY and need me to help you move in with me 3) stop ruining my holidays. He destroyed Christmas & now sent this peach of a wish at 11:58 last night.
Went to KDP's apt. for some wine & to exchange presents because we had yet to do that. She went WAY overboard! She gave me a webkins bear, a cheesecake factory certificate & bear, a photo album, and a few other things. I loved it all.
We enjoyed hummus with our Pindar wine & watched Carson Daly look a bit too old to do his New Year's thing & I left around 2:30 to drive the 1/2 hour back home.
Her apartment is amazing! She can never ever move. This is worse than my benz. It's like there's nowhere to go but down. I lovelovelove her apt. and told her she should start bawling and throw herself on the floor and beg the in-laws to buy it.
'07 better not suck.
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