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Current Stat: It’s Offish…GB is My Bf ;-)
Sooo…
This weekend was uber fun, my dahlings. I had a fab date with current guy a.ka. Gone Brogue. GB & I met up w. bestie Jordie to celebrate her bf’s birthday and it was SOO great seeing her & introducing my new beau! This is the 2nd time I have intro’d someone to her that I was dating (douchbag Handsome on 5th was the 1st).
Double Check Before You Text…
I knew there was something about HOB that seemed a bit man-whorish.
Thursday early eve I get a text from him…that totes wasn’t meant for moi -
“Hola Anabella!
Puede venir dos horas? Mi apartamento esta vacio porque me cambio del apartamento, pero necesito limpiar el suelo, bano y un poco las paredes…”
Oh ICK.
Check before you text, idiot.
kissies,
Current Stat: Bye-Bye…BB
Soo…
There’s something I didn’t mention when I wrote about BB a few days ago.
Even though the date was AMAZE x 100, I kinda felt like something was weighing on BB’s mind at various points throughout that eve. I wasn’t sure if it was work – or a girl – but I failed to mention it bc I have a tendency to over-think & analyze EVERYTHING. I was trying not to pay attention to my instincts.
Needy in Nassau is an Investment Consultant who works & lives in Nassau, LI, is in his late 30′s, 6ft tall with light brown hair/blue eyes. We chatted via email for a few days until we finally spoke over the phone…
Last email from me:
‘Would be great to talk over the phone. Here is my num…’
Let’s RECAP: New Year’s Eve…
Okay…
So, I ended up choosing option #2: Fabulous
- I had already promised my gf I would go; &
- She said I HAD to meet this special fellow that she invited as well.
Done.
Ok, so what did I end up wearing???
Cute black silk tunic
Why boots? I have no idea…my apt was cold, I threw them on and poof - they felt right.Anywho – I had called for car service early that day bc catching a cab anytime during NYE is virtually a nightmare. Car came around 9pm and driver took me to the UWS.
Did you dahlings know, the air feels 10x cleaner on the UWS than it does in Midtown? With it’s tree-lined streets and clean, wide sidewalks, it was a pleasant place to be (for the eve, not forever – eff that).
When I get to gf’s townhouse, I could see that her soiree was in full celebratory mode from the gleaming lights shining through her bay window.
Gf buzzed me in and as soon as I walked into her apt, I could smell her famous mint chocolate-chip mini cupcakes – if you’ve never tried, you must dammit (I had 4 that eve!). Dollface greeted me with a fabulous kissie on the cheek and handed me a flute of rose champagne.
After catching up with gf for a few, I let her do her hostess thing and walked over to her unbelievable buffet spread…a foodie lovers delight! Everything was mini-fied: mini crabcake BLT’s, mini pommes frites-filled cones, mini pork loin slices on crostini’s, mini GRILLED CHEESE sandwiches with Gruyere…
For a brief moment, that Golden Girl’s epi where Sophia is at a banquet and starts dumping apps into her bamboo purse, flashed through my mind. But only for a moment, ok.
I chatted up with a few other guests, a lovely woman who was an
Tan Resty reminded me of that type who preferred to drive something in a vibrant shade of a red and with a girl 15 yrs his junior sitting in the passenger seat.
GF: “This is one of my favorite people, MG.”
ME: “Aww, thank you gf. It’s very nice to meet you, TR.”
TR: “The pleasure’s mine. I can see you being one of my favorite people as well.”
Ahem.
So Tan Resty & I head over to a chaise and start chatting about…HIM. Yup, majority of the convo was revolved around him:“I am working on this…”, “I travelled here…”, “I prefer to go…”. B-LAH, B-LAH.
It’s now around 11:30pm and I officially know almost everything I need to about TR. Luckily for me though, another guest had just come over to greet T.R. While they were catching up, I excused myself and headed straight to…the buffet table, of course! LOL.
I was literally inhaling the mint choc-chip cupcakes & mini grilled cheese’s (yup), when a male guest asks me:
HE: “Are you going leave any cupcakes for me?”
Oh. Damn.
ME: “I know, I look like a piglet. They are sooo delicious though!”
HE: “I’m only kidding. How do you know gf?” (the hostess)
We talk for while, at the buffet table no less and convo was pretty fantastic! A VP for a hedge fund (finance guy-I’m shocked), he was tall, w. dark-hair & eyes, dressed in a white button down shirt under a velvet blazer & in dark trousers…very attractive. And very sweet.
Sweet Hedge Guy and I end up chatting right up until the clock struck Midnight!! I didn’t even realize the time until gf kick-started the 10 second count-down…the time just flew.
SHG & I raise our glasses, toast “chin-chin” and exchange charming smiles. It occurs to me that I kinda just up & left Tan Resty, so I turn around to see if he is still in the same spot…nope!
Tan Resty has occupied a corner of the room and with a small crowd of fans surrounding him, he is motioning his arms wide apart, as if to describe something of enormous size (his ego, I would imagine). My absence has clearly not affected TR, so I continue convo with SHG.
Gf comes over to us to ask if we are enjoying her festivities – of which we totally are – and when she sees TR behind me, she shakes her head and mumbles “forever in the spotlight” then walks over to him to hear what current story he is sharing with the rest of her guests.
It’s getting late. Now 2 am, I’m tired and just want to get out of my OTK boots and into my NM slippers and call it a night. SHG asks:
HE: “How are you getting home?”
ME: “I think I’m gonna
HE: “I think I’m going to head out as well. You said you live in
I like.
ME: “Oh, you drove over here? Ok, if it’s not an inconvenience then…sure!”
HE: “Great!”
Both off us get our coats, and as SHG says his goodbyes to gf, I head over to TR and interrupt his never ending story to say goodbye…
ME: “It was great meeting you TR, Happy New Year!”
TR: “Oh definitely, let’s make plans this week!”
Let’s not.
I walk over to gf, tell her how fabulush her party was and she notices SGH waiting at the door for me…
GF: “Oh, are you guys heading out together?”
ME: “Yes, since SGH lives on the UES, he was nice enough to offer me a ride home.”
GF: “Well isn’t that sweet of him.”
I’m not sure if the sarcasm I sensed from her was real or just the rose champagne taking it’s effect, so I gave gf a hug and told her I would call her the next day.
GF: “Call me when you get home.”
Uhm, okay. Sheesh!?
SHG & I get into his car and during the quick ride back to my apt we speak about things that we love to do in the city and hopes for the new year.
We get to my apt and as I say goodnight to SHG I see a text from gf. I’m about to read the text when SHG says, “can I see your cell for a second?” and takes my phone.
He starts to dial a number (wtf?) and then his cell starts to ring. Ohhh, I get it.
HE: “I just wanted to see if my cell still works.” (Smiles)
ME: “Uh, huh. Very smooth!”
It was cheesy, but at the same time still cute, so whatevz…
I get out of the car and as I head up to my apt I read & respond to gf’s text -
GF: Where are you?
ME: I’m home, why?
GF: Where is SHG?
ME: I’m assuming he’s on his way home, he just dropped me off. Is everything ok??? What’s wrong chickie??
GF: Oh ok. SHG told you he was ENGAGED, right?
No, actually…he didn’t.
Happy Monday kissies,
Character Breakdown: Tall & Down
Interesting…
When we were first matched up, I was initially going to skip past his profile bc he chose the lengthy question & answer process, of which I do not care for AT ALL.
In fact, it says this in my profile. But it’s been my experience that guys don’t really ‘read’ profiles, they mostly just look at the pics!
What made me reconsider his profile was the fact that he had a golden retriever (I know) and I figured, ‘hey, anyone who has a golden must be a good person right?’
Don’t ya just love my dating rationale?
Anywho, TD & I had spoken all last week. Every convo lasting for over an hour and in all honesty – the convos were awesome!
When the subject matter turned to our families, TD said that his dad had cancer and was currently undergoing treatment for it. I told him that I knew what it felt like when a parent gets ill, since my mom had suffered a stroke last yr…so I felt for him. I mean stuff like that is so freaking hard to go through, right?
We decided to meet up over the weekend, since he was going to be here anyways for a work function. I was definitely excited about meeting TD…
Saturday comes and TD gives me a ring to confirm meeting place & time with me -
HE: “How does 7 pm work for you?”
ME: “Perfect, where exactly?”
HE: “I have a function at the Waldorf, so let’s meet after I am done, say at Whiskey Blue?” (@ the W hotel, across the street)
ME: “That sounds great. I haven’t been there in a while!”
HE: “Ok, so I will call you later then?”
ME: “Actually I will be running around so just text me when you get there. Btw – you remember what I look like right?”
HE: “Yup. And I’ll be the tall guy.”
Great. So now we have set plans and I am thinking about what to wear bc its effing pouring outside and it’s kinda warm – a strange combo for NYC in mid-Nov.
In the midst of figuring out my outy, I thought ‘Wait. I DO know what he looks like, right?’
I mean he only had one pic on his pro, but it was pretty close up so I think I know who to look for…and if I had any doubt, the height thing should be a confirmation. I hope.
So I get dressed, feed Midtown Pups and then head out to catch a cab. Of course there are NO cabs bc its raining and its Sat eve, so I ring up TD…
ME: “Hey, I’m so sorry I’m running late bc there are no cabs!”
HE: “No prob, take your time it’s fine. I totally understand.”
ME: “Ok, Ill be there as soon as possible.”
HE: “Take your time. I’m just having a drink at the bar. In fact I’m on my second drink already!”
Second drink?! Uhm, okay…
I finally get to 49th & Lex and head into the bar. As soon as I walk in, 2 guys start smiling at me as if they know me and it totally reminds me why I do not go to bars to meet random guys…
Something tells me to walk to the end of the bar, and as I do, I see someone who resembles TD. He smiles back at me and it turns out, it was TD.
Kind of anyway.
The bar was crowded & the lighting was dim but when I looked at TD closely, I realized -
He was about 10 yrs older-looking than in his profile pic.
WTF.
He was supposed to be a handsome guy in his mid-thirties, but in fact, TD looked more like a younger Michael Douglas. Not cool folks. I mean he wasn’t necessarily unattractive, he just looked MUCH older in person. And clearly his profile pic was one that was taken years ago. That is effed up X 100.
Of course, I didn’t mention that his pic was clearly outdated bc, well, what was the point? It’s not like I was going to see him again after this BS and I really didn’t feel like having him give me some random explanation. I didn’t care.
As TD orders me a drink, he tells me:
HE: “See the girl next to me?”
ME: “Uhm, yea..”
HE: “She’s totally drunk!”
ME: “Okaaay.”
HE: “She told me I was drinking her drink and asked me to push her chair in.”
Uhm, WTF. Why is he telling me this? Did he want me to start wrestling her or something…? I don’t care dude!
We move to a table and start convo. I ask him how is dad is doing and the whole time he is talking to me, he is giving NO eye-contact and in fact staring straight ahead. Not sure what that was about and it annoyed the hell outta me. But of course, I say nothing. Plus he had these freaky huge black bags under his eyes, as if he hadn’t slept in a week and the deepest eye wrinkles I have EVER seen. It was so distracting. Not to mention scary as hell.
Throughout the convo, I was thinking of how to end the date. But as he continued to talk about his dad and the cancer treatments, I started to feel bad for him bc this was a hard thing to go through.
Sorry, but that is really not fair. That should be what friends & family are for, not people you are going out with for the 1st time.
HE: “We were together for 3 yrs and broke up bc she was very career driven and moved out to pursue her career.”
ME: “How come you guys didn’t try to work things out.”
HE: “We did, but I need to be with someone who isn’t running after her career.”
Whaaat? LOL!!!
HE: “No I do, just not someone who is obsessed with it.”
Gotcha!
As I take the last sip of my drink TD asks:
ME: “No, actually I’m not.”
HE: “Oh ok. Because I haven’t eaten since lunch.”
ME: “Uhm, well we can go get something I guess bc that’s a long time not to eat.”
Damn.
He says he feels like sushi so I suggest heading over to a place near my area so that I can easily walk home.
Let me just clarify the situation – he was making me feel like he needed to hang out with someone bc he was dealing with a lot of pain. This has never happened to me before and I wasn’t sure how to handle it…
We jump into a cab and on the ride down I ask him -
HE: “So how are you able to date while going through everything with your dad?”
ME: “I need to go out to take my mind off of it. So dating helps me do that.”
I see. *Ahem* are you guys following this?
We get to the resty and it is packed. We end up getting seated at the bar and ordered up some sushi. I really didn’t eat much bc I wasn’t very hungry but as he chows down he starts a convo with the guy next to us regarding some sports event that was on TV. Whatevz.
We (he) finish dinner and at this point I should have just said goodnight and walked home (which was around the corner, thank god!). Instead, he asks if I want to go somewhere else to get a drink before ending the night.
Done & done.
Monday kissies,
p.s. – The Perricone MD Giveaway winner will be announced tomorrow – THANK YOU to everyone who entered/promoted & Tweeted – you guys rock! XOXO
Midtown Cutie in the City ;-)
Random.
So, the other day while walking the pup, I was waiting for doggie to do her business, when I hear someone behind me say “cute dog!”. I turn around and there was Midtown Cutie, who just happened to be walking his boxer pup as well. MC starts talking to me about his new puppy and little do you know….we happen to be neighbors! (He lives across the street from me;-).
I usually never pay attention to people when I walk my pup, as there’s unwritten etiquette for NYC dog owners: while walking your dog, let your dog sniff another’s, politely smile & continue your walk. No convo is really exchanged between owners, so I was kind of taken off guard with MC being so friendly & starting a convo with me.
MC & I end up chatting for almost 20 mins, with doggies by our side, about all types of random stuff. He mentions he is originally from NJ…
HE: “I grew up in NJ. I also work there.” (the Jersey def came out with his random f* bombs, but it was more funny than uncomfortable ;->)
ME: “Really, reverse commute, huh? Why did you decide to live in Midtown?
HE: “Well, I figured, why would a single guy like me buy a house in NJ. Just single me & my dog? No way, plus I love the city.”
Me too.
We chat more as he tells me about his summer house, his plans for the weekend and about his last dog that died of cancer (I know, sooo sad). I’m feeling he’s interested so I start getting a little nervous (I’m such a dork)…
ME: “Well, I gonna head back to my apt., do you want walk back with me?”
HE: “Sure!”
I don’t think he was really finished walking his pup, he just wanted to walk back with me…cute!
We head back to our area. Let me just say – MC was sooo cute. I mean so cute that even straight guys were staring at him on our walk back! We spent another 15 mins talking before I said “have a great weekend” and head back to my apt.
Huh.
MC seemed really interested and was throwing signs at me that he was single, so I was curious as to why he didn’t ask me for my number?
Well, while updating a post later that day, I had an online convo with great blogger friend Otin (who gives excellent advice on guys, btw) as to why MC didn’t ask me for my info. O said it would have been too forward for him to do so. Plus, MC wasn’t even sure if I was single or not, since I didn’t mention anything about being so. That makes sense. Right? But – what if I never see him again?
That’s when O suggested, that if I did not see MC again while out on my daily pup walks I should -
“Buy a box of dog treats, give one to your dog so that the box is open, and then take the rest of the box and, if you can leave him a message or know where he lives, give him the rest of the box and tell him that your dog won’t eat them and you didn’t want to throw them out and you knew he had a dog!”
How cute was this idea?! Ok, I have never done anything like this before and I’m not the type to be that forward (I’m actually pretty shy, believe it or not…no seriously) It’s really not my m.o. But after walking the same path a few more times during the week, as I did that day, MC was no where to be seen. Sux!
So, I decided to takes O’s suggestion and go buy some doggie treats at D’ags. (why is everything in this store so damn expensive-ridiculous.) The only info I had of MC was the building he lived in & his first name. So I put the opened bag of treats – minus one – in a small bag with a note saying…
“Hey, this is MG, we met the other day while walking our dogs. Bought some treats for my dog and she doesn’t seem to like them, so I figured instead of throwing it out, why not see if your dog does. If you’re in the neighborhood and don’t feel like walking your dog by yourself, let me know, pups & I will join.”
Signed with my name & number.
LOL. Oh lord.
I was going to drop off the bag on Friday, but got home kind of late. Plus since he would have been leaving for the wknd anyway to his beach house, I figured, why not do this on Sunday, when he was gonna be back anywayz…
So, I head out late afternoon today to take pups for a walk and to make the quick stop at MC’s building. As I walk through the revolving doors, door-guy barks at me “NO DOGS IN THE LOBBY!”
RELAX door-guy, wtf! “I’m just dropping off a bag for someone.” Then a different door-guy comes up to me (what is this, the freakin’ White House?) and I say “I just wanted to leave this for MC, with the boxer pup”. He responds “Oh, MC, ok no problem.” And I leave the anti-dog lobby.
Done.
Hmm. Who knows if he’ll call or not, but I will say I’m kinda proud of myself for doing something outside of my comfort zone. Without risk there’s no reward right?
Right?
p.s. If he never gets back to me, I’ll have to plan a new path to walk the pups. Shucks. Singledom in the city folks!
xoxo,
MG
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