So I had my 7th or 8th 3 hour convo with Dr. 85034 last night, and I had to ask (politely of course), what was the point of us talking? I mean he is like 2500 miles away, has 3 (yes 3!) years of residency left and is only coming to NYC to run the marathon, not to specifically meet me (it’s just a mere convenience for him, that’s all).
I mean, our convos are interesting, but I have no idea what he is really looking for and since we only speak every 4 or 5 days, I kind of forget I am talking to him in general. He was saying you don’t know someone until you meet them (duh) which is true, but he only has 1 day out of 4 that we could meet up (the day after the marathon!!). He also said I basically would have to work around his schedule considering his career, location, blah blah…and although it sounds selfish, he’s actually right. Which makes me actually not interested…lol. I’m definitely not the one to accommodate my life to someone else’s, after all isn’t all about compromise?
He said I may be over-analyzing everything, but the point is I don’t want to waste my energy on someone who isn’t on the same page as I…
In any case we scheduled to meet up that day he is here, although I’m not sure if that will still happen, and guess what…I really don’t care!
Speaking of future Neurosurgeons, another brainiac came up on my match list and decided to talk to me, this one from Indianapolis: 31 y.o., 6’1, dark haired & dark eyed (and very cute) “Dr. 46240”. Sheesh. Not sure why I am talking to another one, but since I don’t like to stereotype or generalize, we shall try the ‘brain doc’ option one more time.
I guess.
Dr. 46240 has only 1 yr left at residency and went to med school on the east coast. 1 year is waaay better than 3…right?
I caught a rerun of SATC a few days ago (shocking) and this weekend reminded me of it, somewhat. It’s the one where SJP is trying to go to sleep but an early fall draft is coming in thru her window, so she pulls out a light blanket and covers herself up with it. She’s ready to go back to sleep but then can’t bc she thinks of how great it would be to be next to someone on a night like this, so she spontaneously calls BIG to see if he’s up. They end up meeting for some late night pizza and some misc. convo about NYC or whatever. This was one of those weekends I guess…
So this weekend I found myself not having any plans after work and thought about calling some gf’s to go out for a drink. Then after realizing that most of my gf’s either have a bf or are working towards having a bf, I ended up texting my “go to” guy to see if he was up for meeting for some apps & drinks. I would imagine a lot of chicks have a “go to” guy, whether they go to him for a hook up, or go to him to move some furniture, or even go to him to find out what’s a good rate for car insurance. Whatever the case maybe, I contact my “go to” guy to see the occasional action or indie flick, to grab a drink in a non-pretentious place, or maybe to just get a male opinion on some random subject. My “go to” guy is not a super close friend or anything. He’s just been my go to guy for the last couple of months now. We first met a few months ago (online date of course), and since there were no sparks, I had no interested in dating him. I’m sure he’s dating god knows how many chicks, but I’m not concerned about that anyway because I’m not interested in any type of hook up situation with him at all.
“Go to” guy & I met & ate at some quaint Thai place in the E. village. We split some pad Thai & dumplings and chatted about anything and everything over some good wine. The night was really nice with early signs of Fall (my fav season) and the city wasn’t overly packed (prob bc the trendy peeps are away for the last days of summer). We enjoyed each others’ company and ended the night parting ways with talk of making plans for another night, of which prob won’t ever happen unless both of us haphazardly have nothing else to do (or more like no one else to call). And then I came home.
It felt like eating Pinkberry or Yolato or Tasty D Lite: light & refreshing without much substance. Doesn’t even come close to ice cream…do you guys feel what I’m saying?
So jerk face & I were supposed to go to the movies on the weekend, remember? Well, he wanted to move it from Saturday to Sunday because he had to work on Sat. Fine. I couldn’t make it on Sunday because I had to work. Fine. I asked him when he was free, he tells me “Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday should be fine, any of those days.” Fine. We plan on Tuesday eve for the movie. After talking to my gf, I decide a movie would be a terrible first date, or whatever this encounter was supposed to be, so I text him saying “Let’s just meet for drinks on Tuesday eve because I will be working late anyway.” He says,”That’s fine, we’ll speak tomorrow”. Tuesday comes and I actually end up working way later than anticipated, so I text him “I’m going to be late”. He texts back “No problem, let me know when you’re close to finishing”. Work ends later than I thought, so I call him after I’m finished, to apologize.
Me: “Hi, I am so sorry I just finished, today ended so much later than I thought. I really wanted to meet up too!”
He: “No problem, I understand.”
Me: “Are you free tomorrow, because I am, so if you are that would be great.” (didn’t he say M/T/W, he was free??) “Btw, you sound really tired are you okay?”
He: “Yea I went out last night (on a Monday? dayam!). Ahh, I’m not sure what I’m doing tomorrow. But I will call you and let you know.”
Me: “Great speak to you then and have a good night.”
He: “You too, bye.”
So having not heard from him for most of the day, I figure he had some amazing plans that he couldn’t wait to experience. 9pm, I get a text.
(via text)
He: What are you up to?
Me: Just coming back from the gym, what about you.
He: Going to the pub (where we had originally met), to meet some people.
Me: Oh okay:-).
And that was it. Dude sux.
Update: 11pm tonight
(via text)
He: I’m staying here, are you going out?
Me: Staying where?
He: At the bar. (same pub)
Me: Oh, no I’m prob staying in, plus your friends there are weird.
He: Yea, they”ll prob be here later on.
Me: Anyway, let me know if you would like to make new plans.
He: Will do.
Puhlease – go suck it Andrew.
So I have this guy friend we’ll call Seth. Seth and I have been friends for some time now, after having met through a mutual friend. I do not believe guys and girls can be just friends unless there is no physical attraction involved. And in this case, there is none…from my side anyway.
Seth is just a great guy overall – super nice, and very honest. He is not my type at all physically, which is why we can go out for cocktails and have a great convo with out any sexual tension (again from my side, anyway). He’s not really that attractive, currently unemployed, shorter than me…you get the point right?
A week prior, Seth & I had met up at a local Irish pub & he had introduced me to his friend, we’ll call him Andrew. Andrew is 30 y.o. attorney, tall, avg. build, brown hair & blue eyes. Definitely very cute, definitely my more my taste. We exchanged hello’s and that was pretty much all I had thought was going to happen. Later that night, Seth introduced me to one of his chick friends, Laura. Laura was a good friend of Andrew’s as well. She & I had spent a good chunk of time in the ladies room chatting it up about guys, fashion, etc. In walks Andrew into the ladie’s room (it’s after hours, so the bar is staying open only to regulars). All three of us chat away when a female patron walks in surprised that Andrew is in the bathroom. Laura explains to her that Andrew is gay, so not to worry. Needless to say, a few minutes later, the bar’s bouncer walks in and kicks Andrew out, saying that the female patron complained that a guy was in the ladies room, so Andrew gets the boot. I ask Laura “wow, I can’t believe he’s gay!? The cute ones always are!”. She just smiles at me and we walk back out to the bar. All of us had a great time that night and I ended up making a new gf in the process as she & I exchanged numbers to hang out one day.
A few days later Laura sends me a text saying “Andrew is interested, let me know if you are too.” Huh??? I text her back saying I thought he was gay. I get no response….okaaaay…
Fast forward, Seth and I make last minute plans to go out for drinks Thursday evening, at the same pub, after I had just finished an amazing dinner with my girlfriend Eva (check out her delicious food blog at http://www.rantonfood.com/). Seth and I meet up & walk to the bar together and there’s Andrew in the front. We say hello and Seth I walk inside and order drinks. A few minutes later Andrew come over to us and we all start to chat. Seth goes to the bathroom and Andrew and I start talking. “I was hoping you would be here”, I say. “And I’m glad you’re not gay!”. We start talking about politics, NYC (he’s originally from the South), grad school, etc., and I tell him we should exchange numbers. Later into the night, Seth decides to leave, I guess because he feels like a third wheel since Andrew & I are engaged in deep convo. The bar closes and Andrew & I walk out. He grabs my hand and we walk up the avenue (he lives closer to the bar than me) and we make tentative plans to go to the movies on the weekend.
The next day, I had a convo with Seth to let him know that I hope he understands that I respect him as a friend and that I think he’s a great guy. His response, “nice guys always finish last.” Aww, I felt so bad, but I never gave him a reason to think we were more than friends anyway and this is why I say that its almost impossible for guys & girls to be just friends. Feelings on either end or both, somehow always get in the way…anyway, apparently Andrew had a convo with Seth that night asking if it was okay if he talks to me and Seth explained to him that it was fine because he & I are just friends, so it’s all good. Or at least I hope so anyway…