After what’s been a ridiculously long hiatus, I finally have time to update. August was filled with apartment hunting (a seemingly impossible task in NYC, especially if you have neighborhood, price and size constraints), a trip home, work retreat to Rhode Island, and then the actual moving into the new apartment (which is AMAZING and on the LES). During all of which, I managed to still go on a few dates…
a) UCLA frat boy, who’s just begun year 2 of law school: I saw him once before going home, which consisted of dinner then some messing around at my apartment after. I was able to see him once more before he headed back to school, and then we didn’t talk for a few weeks… on the work retreat, I update my status and he “liked” it (gotta love facebook), so I knew I was still somewhat on his radar. A day later, he emailed me and we started talking on gchat, so I’ve kept up with him somewhat. He’s coming into town this weekend, so we have plans to meet up on Sunday night. I’m looking forward to seeing him, as well as showing him my apt. Not sure if we’ll do dinner, drinks, hang out at the apt, etc… I’m happy to do whatever, since it’ll technically be the 6th time we’ve hung out. In the back of my mind I know it’s not going to amount to anything spectacular, speaking for the long-term, only because I’m fairly confident that when I meet someone I really like, I’ll be upset if we go more than several days at a time without talking. At this point in time though, I don’t really think I’m looking for anything serious, so I’m good with just spending time with someone I like when schedules/proximity collide.
b) Corporate lawyer I met last September, hung out with once in January, and hadn’t seen since, until…: Him being the King of liking or commenting on statuses at the most random times, yet not actually asking me to do anything. Well, my phenomenal 25 year old sister just had her first trip to NYC this past weekend, and what do you know, he text me asking if I wanted to hang out Sunday night. With my sister in tow, we met up with him and two friends to explore my new neighborhood… he bought all our drinks (who cares if they were $3 PBRs?), we had a fun time conversing, and ended up at a bar where him and I played beer pong against her and his two friends. Nothing happened, physically, but it was a great night. As soon as the two groups went our separate ways, he text me “Hey, it was great seeing you tonight- I had a blast! Let’s hang out again ASAP and not let it go 8 more months this time.” I reciprocated, because it had been wonderful seeing him, plus he’s cute, nice, funny, and endearingly dorky. That said, I’d love to see him “asap”, but I’m going to wait until he gets in touch with me. Hopefully it’s sooner rather than later.
c) Hipster boy who hangs with the Gawker crowd and works for a Conde Nast magazine: We had 3 dates over the span of 5 weeks; 1 in my (old) ‘hood, 2 in his. He’s been texting me the past two weeks to hang out, but I’ve been super busy, and my free nights have been fulfilled with me just wanting to lay at home and keep it low-key. That in itself should tell me something… I don’t realllly feel strong about things. Maybe I’ll go out with him, maybe I won’t. Indifference is worthless. Oh well.
All in all, that’s pretty much what’s been going on in my life dating-wise. Other than that, I’ve been heavily contemplating starting grad school next Fall for my MBA. There are a lot of things to consider there, with the number 1 thing being the financial aspect. Secondly, I’ve got to get my ass back in gear with studying so I can prep for the GMAT. I graduated from undergrad with a science degree, and completely veered away from that when I took my current position. I enjoyed studying science, but realized I don’t want to devote a lifetime to it, plus what I’m doing now involves management, and I do enjoy certain aspects of it, so I think an MBA would be perfect… the specialization that I’d do though? Well, that I don’t know, but I wouldn’t have to choose that for a while. If I do decide to whole-heartedly pursue this, it will definitely hinder the frequency of my after-hours NYC activities. Not such a bad thing, as I have been slowing down a bit lately. At any rate, I’m excited to begin year 2 of living in NYC.
*I realize this was a bit of a random entry, but being as my last one was so long ago, it was tough to decide where to begin…*
Round 3 with my USC frat boy happened the night before my trip home… we kept it low-key and picked a restaurant near my place for dinner. The only flaw in him thus far is his lack of assertion. For example, he asked me to go for dinner, then asked me to pick a place by me… easy enough, since I live in the village, but I asked what he was in the mood for… “anything”, he said. “Well, there’s thai, diner, falafel, mexican, etc… anything sound better than another?” -me. “All sound good” -him. The thing is, I hate making decisions as well, so when you put 2 and 2 together, it doesn’t make for the best combination, and ultimately, all of the decisions have landed on me. Maybe he’s scared of picking a bad place (though I’m so laid-back, it’d take a lot for me to judge it), but I’d rather he go out on a limb at least once. I picked the first three dates’ venue, and tonight is number 4… from the conversation so far, it seems that I’ll once again be making the decision. No, this isn’t a deal breaker, but I can see it getting annoying as things progress. At any rate, I spoke to him a little while I was visiting home, and he asked me to do something tonight, so things are going really well.. updates on the the date tonight to come!
Maryland boy and I ended up getting together on Saturday night. One of my friends who works in advertising had two extra tickets to a Heineken promotion party, so I decided to take him to that. He met me outside my apartment and gave me a kiss as a hello, then we headed to the Hudson where the party was. I was expecting an event of maybe 200 people… I was wrong. It was being held in a warehouse space, that was decked out with a stage, gigantic bottom floor with about 10 bars sporadically placed, and a loft area with plasmas and plush couches. We grabbed our first free round, then mingled with my friend and her coworkers. After a while, we decided to venture to the loft space to see what was up there and ended up sitting down and just chatting for a while. After about 45 minutes of conversing and kissing, we reconvened with the others. I had work early the next day, and he had family festivities since his Dad was in town visiting, so we decided to head back around 1:00. We held hands on the walk back (something I haven’t done in ages and forgot how nice it is), then ended up kissing on my doorstep. Mentally contemplating as we were kissing, I finally decided to invite him up. Thank goodness I had decided to clean earlier that day… we started making out almost immediately and continued to do so for about half an hour, then we just started talking. I assumed that would be it, which I was fine with, but he resumed kissing me and started making more advances… we ended up messing around a little bit, then at around 3 he decided he should probably head home. He asked when we could go out this week, but I was pretty busy with other obligations, plus I’m headed home (TX) tomorrow. Yesterday, I made the decision to cancel my plans tonight (which was drinks/dinner with 4 fabulous gays)… he has to go back to school in two or three weeks, plus if I don’t see him tonight, I won’t until next Tuesday at least. Not sure what’s on the agenda tonight, but I’m really excited to see him. Am I seriously about to start dating someone? Hmm… probably best I don’t get too ahead of myself, but for the record, I haven’t liked someone this much in quite some time.
Okay, time to pack for tomorrow then get ready for date #3.
Him: 23, just finished 1st year of law school, dirty blonde hair, gorgeous smile
After some short message strings back and forth, we decided to meet for drinks last night. I chose a slightly hipster outfit, complete with my riding boots, since we were just going to a laidback beer bar. He was wearing some dark wash jeans and a polo shirt with initials on it. Later on, I asked him what it stood for, and he informed me they were his initials, to which I said it looks just like the font they use for equestrian embroidering, and he turned around to show me the large polo horse on the back… fratty much? Anyways, to top off his outfit, he was wearing sillybands. If you don’t know what these are, don’t worry, they’re all the rage with what I thought was children, but I’ve been seeing young adults wearing them too now. I don’t get it. I do have 3 sitting at home, but they were given to me from 5 year olds… he had bought his. Anyways, he didn’t necessarily lose points for that, but it most certainly didn’t add any. Conversation turned out being really good. He has a pretty sweet internship for the summer, working in the entertainment industry. He likened it to what Ari’s firm in Entourage does, though “nowhere near as glamorous”. What I appreciated was that he at least feigned interest when I was talking about my job, and asked me questions rather than just talking about himself… which is what’s happened in the past. We were at an outside table, and I had noticed them cleaning the tables up and bringing them in one by one, then all of the sudden we were the only ones still there. I didn’t want to be that annoying people that they have to ask to leave, so I made the first move and stood up. We walked to the corner, and I had honestly planned on going home since it was late(ish) and I was drunk(ish). We kind of stood around talking, then he leaned down to kiss me, which turned into about a minute of kissing, then he asked if I wanted to go to another bar. Hmmm, why not? Since I had learned he had been president of his frat at USC, I decided he would love J & I’s dirty, frat bar. He held my hand on the walk over, which I thought was sweet, and the doorman motioned me to walk right in when I got there. It’s sad and nice that they ALL know J & me. Anyways, OTW was HAPPENING last night. It was packed full of men (don’t worry, J, from what I saw, they weren’t that cute, but maybe we should start trying Thursdays…) and really crowded. I didn’t mind. I saw the cute bartender, as well as our other favorite one, and stepped up to get two drinks.
H: Long time, no see. What’ll it be?
Me: 2 bud lights
H: Draft or bottle?
Me: Draft
H: *…reaches for a pitcher, turns around, and says* Come on, you know you want a pitcher. *starts filling it up while he’s saying that*
Hahaha, I really do love that bar. I hand him my card (the least I could do was buy the $8 pitcher since he’d bought all 3 rounds at the other place), and he goes “you ride horses?! Hey K (cute bartender), did you know she rides horses?” to which K goes “oh I’m suuuuure she rides horses”… well, I’m doing a pretty shitty job of describing the scenario, but the long and the short of it is that my frat boy was probably like “wtf? How much does this girl come here?” Anyways, we had the pitcher, then he walked me home and we did a little more making out on the porch step. He asked if we could do something Saturday, so I guess I have date #2 lined up. Besides my initial impression, as well as some of himself on paper, it ended up being a great night, and he’s so nice and cute. I’m really hoping he’s looking for this to actually go somewhere, and not just to hook up. I’ll feel it out on Saturday…
After texting back and forth for almost a month, I finally hooked Soho Jew into asking me out for something somewhat legitimate, rather than just hooking up at his apartment. It’s an odd situation, as we had hooked up for 5 months, so to back-step towards dating would be quite weird. That said, I wasn’t ready to settle right back into strictly hooking up, especially knowing he’s on the dating website apparently looking for a relationship. So we met at a bar around the corner from him, post a beer & barbeque gathering I’d been at (yes, I felt very sexy). We had one drink, headed back to his place, and made out as soon as the door shut. Contrary to my aim, I ended up sleeping with him. I knew it would be good, and it was, plus it wasn’t uncharted territory. We laid around and caught up some more, talking about some really good things, and then we started on round two… after that, he asked if I wanted to get Pinkberry, so we walked to the one near my apartment, got some, then strolled around the neighborhood talking and eating. He kissed me goodbye at my doorstep and that was that. It was as close to a date as I’ll get with him, I’m sure, but I was pleasantly satisfied with the whole situation. He said he’ll get in touch later this week, but I’m not resting any hope on this. If he does, great, but he’s really busy, constantly travelling, and to be honest, probably not an ideal boy to date for those two reasons.
Completely separate note…
Engaged guy from work:
7/23, 12:30 a.m.- “Have I ever told you how much I sometimes hate my fiancee and that she’s a selfish bitch?”
7/23, 12:34 a.m.- “At any rate, I’m going to touch myself while thinking of you and go to bed. Goodnight.”
Troubled NYU law boy, who has a girlfriend, whom I hadn’t seen for two months until I ran into him at the grocery store on Friday:
7/25, 7:46 p.m.- “sex?”
me, 7:50 p.m.- “how attractive”
him, 7:55 p.m.- “huh?”
him, 7:57 p.m.- “oh, I get it. I retract my previous statement.”
me, 8:01 p.m.- ‘I’m on a date. what happened to the girlfriend?”
him, 8:15 p.m.- “oh. nice. Nothing, other than the fact that she’s a compulsive, selfish bitch.”
him, 9:03 p.m.- “hope the date’s going well. I’m going to cum while thinking about you and go to sleep.”
Okay, so within the same week, the two attached guys who had in some capacity been in my life both called their significant others a “bitch” to me and had also said “I’ll get off to you and go to sleep”. How similar they are. I’m offended and disgusted. Also, I really hope none of my ex-bf’s were going around calling me a bitch, especially to girls they sexually fantasized about. Oy vey, men of NYC.
What: Date #2
Where: Williamsburg, Hare Field Road (bar)
Running late, due to several last minute outfit changes and construction on the Williamsburg Bridge, started my evening off in a somewhat frazzled state, not to mention I had no clue where the bar was and no smart phone to help me. Anyways, I finally found it, and him sitting in a booth near the back. Like a perfect gentleman, he immediately sprang up, hugged me, then asked what I wanted. I let him surprise me with a beer, and I have to say, it was probably the best one I’ve ever had (of course my taste buds will get excited over anything that’s not bud light, since I consume it weekly). We ended up talking over the course of one drink each, then he invited me back to his place. He lives in one of the new condo buildings they’re putting up all over BK. As soon as we walked in, he handed me a little berry, called a miracle fruit. I hadn’t even heard about these until he brought it up on Sunday, and truth be told, it sounded more like a drug than anything else to me, especially after reading this article about it…
http://www.nytimes.com/2008/05/28/dining/28flavor.html
So as we were eating them, he gave me a tour of his apartment, which was impeccably decorated. There was a guest room on the first floor, with it’s own balcony overlooking Manhattan (night-time views of Manhattan are an aphrodisiac in themselves), his massive living room, then balcony off that side of the apartment. Then we headed up the stairs to his bedroom/loft space. The size of this was about 1.5 times the size of J & I’s apartment… maybe I should move to BK. He had a terrace off of his room, with a couch, sun bathing chairs, and sunflowers all over- BIG sunflowers- some nearly 8 ft tall! Geeez, I was impressed, though trying not to show it too much. He must love giving tours of his house.
Back to the kitchen to try some lemons and see if the miracle fruit really worked… it really was a miracle, they tasted like candy! How is that even possible? Then we had some shiraz that tasted like dessert wine… I really think this should be formulated into a diet pill of some sorts. It just makes everything taste sweet. We started making out in the kitchen, then moved to the sofa in the living room, then up the stairs to his bed… clothes coming off little by little, messing around ensuing a bit, but mainly just kissing. Then, out of nowhere, he goes “is it okay if we don’t sleep together tonight?” … I hadn’t thought I made it seem like that’s what I was going for, but then again, we were both naked at this point, and he probably wanted to say something before things went any further. Anyways, I’m pretty sure, “of course- that’s perfect” thinking, this guy is amaaaazing. But then I started thinking, maybe he messes around with so many people that he’s just saying no so his number doesn’t creep up. I know, I know, why must I read into things in a negative light. End result was me giving him head and him only halfway reciprocating. I understand some, or a lot, of guys don’t enjoy going down on girls, but let’s be fair here. He then put on Stand By Me, not on a tv, but projected on his entire wall in front of his bed. Home theatre, fo’ real. A mere few minutes later, we were both fast asleep.
His alarm went off way too early, but it was a work day for him. We started some a.m. foreplay, then he asked if I wanted to hop in the shower with him. I should’ve said no, but I didn’t want to seem uptight. The whole sexy let’s-shower-together thing is definitely far sexier in theory, unless you’re at your own home where you can brush your hair and take off your make up… not when you’re already about to walk of shame home. So shower it was, where essentially the same thing as last night happened… he fingered me and I gave him head. I honestly didn’t want to, but it’s far more efficient to do that rather than give a hand job. After he finished, we legitimately showered, washed, etc, then he put on a new, fresh outfit for work, and I re-dressed in my hipster (and definitely for night) outfit, now complete with messy make up and wetish hair thrown up in a sloppy bun. I wasn’t feeling hot, but I didn’t really care. We got on the train, and I made the decision to get off at Bedford (4 stops from my actual destination) just to cut down the amount of train time with him. We really didn’t have much to talk about, were both sort of groggy, etc, so he gave me an awkward hug when we got to that stop, I got off the train, walked towards the stairs until the train pulled out, then waited for the next one. Ha. Yes, yes I did. I prefer to ride the train with my headphones in than actually converse with someone.
Overall, it was a fun time, and I would like to see him again, but I felt like we didn’t have as much to talk about as the first time, plus we just weren’t clicking this morning. Maybe I’m judging it too harshly. Hopefully he’ll ask me out again, but if he doesn’t, I won’t be terribly heartbroken.
Although I made an okcupid profile to reconnect with the Soho Jew, I’ve realized there are a lot of cute, eligible men on there. At any rate, there’s a guy that I’d been messaging back and forth for almost a month, and finally, after our schedules constantly coinciding, we decided to meet up. I had been hesitant about it all day, mainly because it was a Sunday, he wanted to meet at 9:30, and I knew I had a long week ahead of me. To somewhat self-compromise my not wanting to go, I picked a bar around the corner from me… I had thought he lived in Midtown, but turns out he’s a Williamsburg boy.
I had debated on my original outfit, which I thought may have been too hipster, but when I showed up, he was wearing a black shirt, black skinny jeans, and chelsea boots. I love the hipster look, so my interest was piqued just from that. He immediately sprang up from the table where he was and asked what I wanted to drink, then headed to the bar. Very polite. When he came back, we started talking about our weekends. He had spent his Saturday on a party bus out to the Hamptons with staff from Gawker. If you’ve never checked out that sight, you should! The awesomeness of it leaves me no doubt that at least the majority of the staff must be pretty cool people. We talked about work, backgrounds, etc, but it didn’t feel like the typical first date interview type questions… it was great. He was extremely interesting, almost to the point where I felt boring. I’d definitely rather have that.
After two beers, he suggested we go to Wash Sq Park for a bit, so we walked on over and sat down on a bench. I loved how alive the park still was at 11:30 at night… a random saxophone player (making the scene very resemblant of August Rush), couples milling about, the monument gorgeously lit up with the Empire State building peaking through it. We just sat and talked for a long time, then started fairly innoncently making out. At 12:00, the police began herding people out, so he asked if we could go back to my place for a little bit. I declined, since at this point I had deemed him boyfriend material and didn’t want to ruin things by going too quickly. He offered to walk me home, which was embarrassing since it demonstrated how close my apartment was to the bar, but we ended up laughing about it. We said goodnight, and about 5 minutes later I had a text from him saying he’d love to see me again. We’re supposed to go out on Thursday… for what, I’m not sure. Maybe dinner. Since I made him come to my neighborhood Sunday, I think I’ll venture to Williamsburg for date number two. Did I mention he owns his apartment, which is two stories, and has a terrace filled with sunflowers? Not that I plan on seeing it, but yeah… adding to the capital he’d already built with his personality. All in all, this blind date made up for the multitude of bland and bad ones I’ve been on for the past few months. A success already.
**Disclaimer: This post might seem a bit pretentious, but it is NOT how I live my day-to-day life…yet**
One of my oldest friends, who moved up here about a month ago for a 7 month architecture internship, was invited out to the Hamptons for the holiday weekend. He was asked by an older gay {power} couple, one of whom is a partner in a neighboring architecture firm. Someone else was supposed to accompany them as well, but he was unable to join, so they told my bf to invite a friend so he’d have someone to hang out with. The lucky person was ME!! The three of them headed out Friday evening, but since I work on Saturdays, I was unable to leave until early the next afternoon. I felt very Sex and The City, taking the Jitney out to East Hampton. The bus ride was pretty uneventful, although a cute boy took the seat next to me. We didn’t really say much to each other, but a few moments after I started playing soduku, he pulled out his blackberry and started playing as well. I could have foraged conversation from this, but was feeling shy. He wasn’t talking either. Oh well. Anyways, moving right along…
I got off at my stop, and a few minutes later, an audi pulls up and the bf hops out. The weekend had begun. We swung by the grocery store so they could grab ingredients for dinner, then proceeded to the house. It was a gorgeous 2 story country home, complete with hydranges in the front yard and back by the pool. I dropped my things in one of the guest rooms, then settled down on a plush L-shaped sofa on the patio, and was greeted only moments later by a stout margarita on the rocks. I felt like I was at a resort, and it was only the beginning. The bf, me, and one of the men enjoyed conversation, drinks, and brie while the other one whipped up crabcakes and filet mignon. After a while, the one conversing with us got up to start setting the table. All the while, I kept asking if they needed help with anything, but they kept telling me to just sit back and relax. I realized that they truly enjoyed entertaining… and I enjoyed being on the receiving end. We enjoyed a delicious evening and just chatted about all sorts of different things. The two of them were very easy to converse with and the dynamic of the group was great. After dinner, they made shots of espresso, then we all had some port with our dessert. Talk about the life of leisure.
The next day, one of the hosts took the bf and me to Main Beach (passing Martha Stewart’s gigantic house on the way), where it was laden with families and the most gorgeous lifeguards I’ve ever seen. There weren’t any young men to check out really, but I didn’t mind, since my main goal was to FINALLY get a tan and take a nap. The water was a bit too chilly for swimming, so aside from cooling off a couple times, I stayed on the sand. After a few hours, we decided to head back to the house, and saw several cars in the driveway as we pulled up. We walked around to the back and I felt like I walked in on the group of gays who made this video:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2Ezfk7s1NyY
There were 5 of them, some speedo-clad, sipping pina coladas and lounging out and in the pool. Story of my life; me and the gays (I love it!). This led to another hour or two of sun time and basically just laughing at all the random conversations they were having. Fast forward an hour or so, and the four of us drove down to the harbor where they keep their boat so we could go for a sunset joyride. The weather was perfect, the sunset was perfect, and all the while, it just felt pretty surreal. How lucky was I to be invited on such a fabu getaway? After the sun was down, we headed back home to have lobsters. Four live lobsters were crawling around in the sink… yuck! …and not long later, dropped into boiling water. I spent this time watching the Alejandro video on repeat with the bf. Dinner, wine, and apple pie were consumed, then bed… no fireworks, but a pretty fucking fabulous 4th.
The last day was super chill, with about three hours of pool time then showering and having lunch. We headed back to the city somewhat early in hopes of beating traffic, but it appeared that everyone else had our same idea. I had no complaints, as I would’ve been sitting in the same mess on a bus, not in a comfortable, sweet car. We got back into the city, bid farewell to David (his bf stayed behind since he took the week off work), and headed on home to my 7th floor walk-up…
Apparently I made a good impression, because he invited me to his birthday party this upcoming weekend, at The Standard hotel’s bar, The Boom Boom Room… a place that I’ve wanted to check out for a while now, but haven’t exactly been able to pocket the $15 for a cocktail. At any rate, should be a great time! I definitely need more people like this in my life. :)
I’ve been back at work for three days now, so the high’s nearly worn off, but maybe I’ll get an invite for Labor Day weekend- fingers crossed!!
Several hours ago, I returned from a brief trip to Boston, in order to:
a) see the city for the 1st time
b) visit a boy I met several months age at a concert, then hung out with at the after-party.
The boy had friended me several days after we met, and that night had been a very innocent one (see: http://swdnyc.tumblr.com/post/428595007/cd-release-party-and-a-blind-date). We had chatted about once a week, commented on each others statuses, etc, and about a month he asked when I was coming to visit. Well, ever since Summer hit, I’ve been itching to get out of the city of my weekends, so a trip to a new place didn’t seem half bad, plus I’d get to possibly hook up with a cute guy. I picked bus times so that I was literally there 23 hours… I didn’t want to leave too early/late the second day, just in case things were awkward. At any rate, I got into Boston at 2 on Thursday, and he met me at the bus terminal. We greeted, sans any physical contact, then got on the train to his apt so I could drop my things. He lived on the outskirts, in a very cute part, and by himself… check! We were literally there one minute, and he asked if I wanted to get on with some tourism… the first stop, a restaurant with outdoor seating so we could get martinis and crab cakes. The martinis definitely provided some conversation lubrication, as we had already hit several lulls. We walked around for about 20 minutes, then a massive thunderstorm rolled right in, so we ended up in another bar for 2 beers each. We kept circling over typical common points, such as partying, work woes, etc. I wasn’t feeling anything spectacular though, but the drinks helped. Afterwards, we walked through a gorgeous park (which I’m sure is famous), passed by city hall, the cemetery where Paul Revere is buried, then ended up at an outdoor restaurant right on the water in the harbor. We got a bottle of wine (I realized I was drunk when I ordered pinot noir… I loathe red wine, though I drank it) and had good convo. His friend text him during, asking if we wanted to meet up, so we hopped on a train to the “Chelsea” of Boston, and ended up at some flapper-esque bar where drinks were way too expensive and waaaaaay too weak. I think I was drinking diet coke with lemon, and no vodka. Oh well, he paid, so I didn’t harp on it. We quickly finished our drinks and moved on to a hotel bar, where drinks were even more expensive, though fairly strong. A couple friend of theirs showed up, which was fun, but to be honest, they were a bit of an obnoxious crowd. Also, by this point, I was not only drunk, but extremely tired. I wasn’t exactly trying to sell myself to them, so I sat back listening to conversation, which was mainly inside and nothing I could chime in on anyways. Luckily the bars close at two there, so regardless, we had to go home at this point. He hailed a cab as soon as we stepped outside, and started kissing me as soon as we settled in it. I’m sorry, but making out in cabs is one of my favorite forms of foreplay. We arrived at his house soon enough, where the making out ensued on his couch for another 20 minutes or so, at which point he suggested moving it to the bedroom. There was slight messing around, but both of us passed out before anything too significant happened— always for the best.
I woke up around 9:30 the next morning with him spooning me. This is one of the few reasons I’d like to have a boyfriend… cuddling and laying around, at any time of the day. We both slowly woke up by talking and him tracing his fingers over my back and arms, then after a while, he started kissing my neck on downwards… fuck cuddling, this was a better wake-up call. After he was done, I decided I’d be nice enough to reciprocate, so without much hesitation, I moved myself down there. Literally two seconds, okay, maybe 4, he came. No fucking lie. It was the best BJ experience of my life. I wish it was always that quick and easy. I couldn’t help but start laughing, which I’m sure made him feel great. Haha. He actually didn’t seem that embarrassed, but he did apologize, which I told him there was no need for. After this, we were both sufficiently ready to head out for brunch and to the bus station. We got on the train/trolley and ended up going to a restaurant around the corner from the bus. I couldn’t remember the last time I had felt like this… like what? Like Death. I decided that greasy food was in order. He asked if I wanted a beer and I almost vomited. We both had a burger and enjoyed the last hour of hanging out together. He walked me to the gate, where there was a ridiculously long line, and we hugged goodbye.
I didn’t send a follow up text, nor did I expect one from him. We had a good enough time together, but conversation was too forced and dry at times. Of course it was better whilst drinking, but that’s not a good measure by any means. I had been wanting to see him since I met him, plus I wanted to see Boston, so it was like killing two birds with one stone. Maybe I’ll see him again if he comes to NYC, but I won’t be going out of my way to see him again. All in all, another adventurous event I’ll chalk up to 20s & single life.
Blind date last night….
Details:
Online platform: Free {legit} dating website
Stats: 22, Finance, Gramercy
Place: Mercbar (or lounge), SoHo
Drinks: 3 (discounting my glass of wine prior) vodka martinis
Post-bar: Jaunt to Wash Sq. Park (who the fuck knows why), to my apt and upstairs, changing from my date outfit into an unbecoming towel, walking him outside apt (unit, not building) in said towel, him leaving and “looking scared”, according to Jenn.
…6 hours later, waking up for work…
A fucking monsoon of mortification hits me.
me: “I can’t apologize enough for last night. I realize I was far from attractive. Thank you, at any rate, and I hope you’re having a good morning at work.”
…nothing, understandably so. Get on the unmentionable dating website and see he’s either deleted his account or blocked me. Great. On a more positive note, rich Jew boy, who I joined dating website for, has emailed me somewhat flirtatiously. Hook up? Doubtful… plus been there and doooone that. At this point, should I chalk up a point of success, embarrassment, or failure at getting someone to ditch the cyber blind-date world after going out with me?
Fuck vodka.
And on an unrelated note, mosquitos too, as one has now bit me 5 times in the last 8 minutes.
After spending a great 3.5 days in the Berkshires (story from that, to come), I’m back in the city for a night out with J, my good friend who just moved up here, and her friend. Dancing is on the agenda, and who knows what else. Currently being uber girly and drinking wine, curling my hair, and listening to some old school Whitney Houston…
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x4ejf_w hitney-houston-i-wanna-dance-with_music
Follow up on coworker that I’d been emailing/flirting with….
Well, the emailing ceased immediately after I told him we’d “been discovered”, which obviously raised a red flag, but then it started up again a day later and I somewhat dismissed my suspicions. 2 of my coworkers said they thought he had a girlfriend or was engaged, but neither of them really knew. I wanted to ask him, but the idealistic side of me thought “well, maybe he WAS engaged, but it tragically ended recently and me bringing it up would be detrimental to him.” Silly, I know. Monday morning he starts emailing me around 8ish, then tells me he’s in the lobby and would come say hi, but doesn’t want to disturb me. We went back and forth, I told him I was there alone and he should come down for a visit. Well, as soon as I said that, my boss walks in and her and I start talking about work-related weekend things. 2 minutes later, he comes through the door, then beelines straight through and out the other door, then starts messing with a computer out there, acting like he was doing work. I let him stand out there for about 15 minutes, then decided I’d at least stick my head out and say hi. Well, that turned into a 20 minute conversation, which wasn’t all that flirtatious, but he definitely stood closer than need be. For the first time, I actually had a good look at him and wow, his body is great. He’s tall, maybe 6’2”, has the perfect amount of muscle (which isn’t a lot, in my book), and a good smile. He did lose points for his hair being gelled in a fashion akin to Jersey Shore…. Anyways, that was the face-to-face interaction for the day, email ensued through the rest of the day and evening.
Tuesday, he calls me when he gets into the building just to chat, apparently. Luckily, it was just my hilarious/oblivious coworker in there with me, so I didn’t feel awkward for being on a personal phone call. He asked me to go to lunch around 2:30, but that was way too late, as I skipped breakfast and the night before I only had frozen vegetables since J and I’s fridge broke (oddly, not the freezer section) and I was too lazy to go get food. I went on my own around 1:30, but told him I’d go walk with him to get something. When we got to the restaurant, he ordered and I grabbed a diet coke from the coca-cola fridge, then I heard him say kind of quietly to the cashier “um, can you put a diet coke on my tab too, please?”. I said “aw, you bought my diet coke? Thanks!” and very awkwardly he responds “yeah, I mean, I don’t even know why I did that…”. I love when guys can’t simply say “of course” or “you’re welcome”, but then again, he’s not the most mature of 26-year-olds. We sat at a table and talked while he waited for his food to be made, and conversation was fun and good, and more importantly, not flirtatious! He grabbed his food to go and we walked back to work, where one of the 2 girls who had discovered the emailing, immediately asked me if I had just been out with S, then demanded all details. We both agreed it was time to get down to the bottom of his relationship status. She asked a guy who shared a cubicle with him for 6 months, and he had no clue. Apparently guys can be great work friends and not really know a single thing about another. Then she went to a girl who has been working here for a long time, knows the ins and outs of what’s going on, and she confirmed that yes, he is engaged, and will be getting married next year. Fabulous. I emailed him right away with “Interesting… you’re engaged? Cool.” Had I waited a few more minutes, I could’ve come up with something better like “Am I going to be invited to the wedding? Just wondering, because I’ve yet to get a ‘save the date’ card”. Oh well. 4 hours later, 2 of them spent by getting happy with some beer in West Village, I came home and nothing, so of course, I emailed him again and said “Well, will you at least confirm that it’s true?” He redponds with “haha, who told you?” Good lord, that is not going to be a good marriage.
At work yesterday, something happened and I’m honestly not sure how to go about dealing with it…
A 37-year-old guy, who works in a department separate from mine, is completely classless, crass, and all-around not someone I prefer to associate with. Generally, I steer clear and keep him at arms’ length. One of his characteristics includes the fact that he can’t speak a single sentence without saying “fuck”. At any rate, here’s the situation….
I hear him, from my office, out around patrons speaking with cuss words thrown in the mix. I stick my head out of my office and say “Hey, X, watch your language.”
him: “What was that?”
me: “Watch what you’re saying. There are people around.”
*me, turning to go back into the office and to my desk, him now following behind me saying…*
him: “You’re not going to mind it when we’re in bed and I’m talking dirty to you. You’re going to love it.”
me: *sitting down in my chair* “Excuse me?”
him: *grabbing a fistful of my hair* “You’re going to love it… ooo I like this position (him still holding my hand, standing above me while I look at him bewildered)!”
me: I don’t know what the fuck I said. I was baffled. Completely baffled.
At this point, he must’ve realized he crossed the line, because he let go of his grip and walked out of the office. I sat there for a minute, then he walked back in and I said “Don’t ever do that again… in this office, or out in the real world.” He just looked at me, said “what was wrong??”, then walked out.
Obviously, this is a prime case of sexual harassment, but I don’t know what to do! I mean, there are a lot of other females who take sexual innuendos/jokes from him light-heartedly, so he’s probably never been reported for anything, but THIS was crossing the line. I’m going to tell my immediate boss and see what she thinks. At any rate, someone else, in the work office, will know what happened and be able to back it up if it comes up. In my head, I’ve tried to rationalize it by saying that I’m young, nice, and like to joke around, so maybe I’ve smudged a professional line, but someone made a great point of saying that’s like saying girls who wear provocative clothing are asking to get raped.
Ugh… should I let this go and speak to him directly, or should I report him?
