There are many phrases that will get guys instantly excited/motivated. For me, on New Years Eve, 2006, it was "I EVEN SHAVED."
New Years is generally a really boring time for me. In 2005 I went up to the mountains with a nice-but-heavily-religious-girl I knew from high school and her two nice-but-boring friends. Being the only one who drank and the only one who could actually stay awake till midnight around two strangers and a girl I had hardly spoken to since high school was rather dull. The years before had had similar results.
In 2006, I spent New Years at home on winter break from college and met up with one of my few friends in town at the time. We shall call him Eric. Also around: 1. the female roommate of a close friend who I had once tickled (the roommate not the close friend) and 2. an ex-girlfriend of a buddy of mine from school who I once drunkenly made-out with (the ex, not the buddy. well.) Needless to say... there seemed to be options.
Eric, along with his rather annoying and conceited roommate, knew of a party going on that night, and ticklish-girl also said she knew of a house party for the countdown. After a few beers, we were on the road and our first stop was Eric's party in the fucking boons that caused us to do a few u-turns. There was a loud band, some drinks that were easily swiped, beer pong, and an annoying kid from high school that I used to frequently tease. Luckily I had grown out of that need-to-insult-others-in-order-to-feel-better-about-myself phase so I was rather pleasant with teased-high-school-kid. We are facebook friends now! [still don't like him]. Some tequila shots, jungle juice, and beer was consumed, beer pong was watched, toilet seats were peed on, and near fights broke out (not really my thing, thanks). (Wow I sound like such a douche-bro.)
Anyway, we soon left and ventured to our next party 20 miles away in a newer cookie-cutter community. The two-story house party we stumbled into was infected with kids a few years younger than us. Clearly we felt superior, but awkward since we felt like the old kids crashing the young party. Girl 1 (Ticklish-girl) was there, and she made the obligatory introductions. Before I even realized it... the countdown was already starting and I made sure to get close enough to ticklish girl and initiate some eye contact that we were destined to kiss at New Years (sidenote- my history of New Year's kissing is extremely limited and full of disapointment. This is likely the cause of part of my disdain for this holiday). Success!
I was pretty drunk after ringing in 2007, but I clearly wanted to make out more. However, after my suave "lets go outside" move turned awkward and without kissing, I was very much in the mood to leave.
On the drive back to Eric's house, I started to get text messages from Girl 2 (drunken-hookup) saying I should come hang out with her on the other side of the city. Take two rocks, put one down and drop the other 35 miles away. That's how far away she was. I was also moderately drunk and tired. I told her it was really far away and that she would be asleep by the time I got there just to put it into perspective. She however was having none of it, and in a drunken slip (I think) she lets go of "I EVEN SHAVED."
I'm on my way.
I chugged multiple glasses of water, laughed at Eric's roommate who says I should play hard to get (do you know who you're talking to), and got in my car. I sang with the music to stay awake and was very cautious of all the cars around me given my lack of sobriety. Oh yeah... and it was raining.
I finally made it, and she luckily didn't fall asleep. She introduced me to her boring friends and quickly took me to the basement to get busy on a couch in complete and utter darkness. It just wouldn't be the same after that, so I continued to not answer her drunken hookup calls once I was back at school.
Monday, April 7, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Allow me to introduce myself...
My friend “Date Me” asked me to start contributing to this here blog he had started. Like Date Me I’m hoping that writing in this blog will provide me with the ability to entertain some folks while I screw up, repair, lament over and eventually maybe figure out my love life. Unlike Date Me I’m not one to go through methods such as craigslist and rarely do I find myself struggling with the thought of what’s right or wrong. One of my strongest suits through life as well as my biggest fault is that I’m the type of guy up for adventure but often too chicken shit to spark the plan myself. Also I almost never leave Brooklyn.
This being the plan I will write about my encounters with women I meet through my traditional methods, picking them up at bars and shows/being picked up at bars/shows.
A good example of this was a recent Friday evening, having gotten a later start on the evening I found myself drinking with the most boring friends of a friend’s girlfriend ever. I stumbled out of a local watering hole, a few whiskey’s deep and looking for a cigarette. The first girl I asked for a cigarette offered me a rollie and while I rolled commented that she thought I was cute. Having heard this from time to time in my life I wasn’t shocked to hear it coming out of a seemingly attractive young blonde woman. I respond with a casual, “you’re not so bad yourself” and start conversation, quickly she invites me to join her and her friend at another bar just across the neighborhood. The short walk there included the typical small talk as well as a few pauses to make out.
Around 4 I do out my tab at this second bar, a whopping 6 dollars spent on 3 PBR, and meander outside to decide where my night is headed, I didn’t have to go home but I can’t stay here, Blondie’s friend says she really needs to use the bathroom and I offer a short stop at my office.
Once there, Blondie, the Tinkler and myself decide to grab some Sparks and a pack of cigarettes and hang out for a minute in my office. Stumbling from the couch to the restroom I realize the Tinkler not only didn’t flush the toilet(eww) but also left a used tampon on the floor of my office bathroom. Not the end of the world but certainly leaves me less interested in Blondie. We part ways around 7 and I go home for a brief but refreshing two hours of sleep.
I wake up Saturday to a nagging hangover and the remembrance that I agreed to hang out with Blondie that evening, I called her to let her know I wasn’t up for it that night and made plans for a drink Monday.
Monday rolls around and despite my best intentions we agree to meet at a bar near a recent ex’s house, an hour or so before I call for a change of venue and we meet up at a quiet place nearer to her home than mine. I arrive slightly before she does and order a bourbon, she arrives near the end of my drink and orders herself a “cheap beer” I agree, order one as well and pay for the round, she seems surprised that I bought the round.
My first thoughts are that this girl doesn’t expect people to pay for her which is nice but while looking at her in this thought I realized that maybe I had had a few more than I should have on Friday and not only is this girl not cute but there’s no way she could pass for the 24 year old(my age) she led me to believe she was, it’s later revealed she’s 28.
An hour of awkward and boring small talk ensues and I ask if she’d like a second drink, “I’m still working on this one, but you go ahead” she says and I order a second round.
At this point it’s getting close to 10:30 or so and I’ve realized not only do I find this poor girl horribly boring but she’s also revealed that she had lied to me about her age, her job and not that it matters anymore than the other two but about having graduated from college. I can’t find an out in the conversation but notice our drinks are both empty so I ask if she’d like another,
“If I have another I’ll be feeling a bit drunk and I can’t have that on a work night”.
Clearly this girl and I have very little in common, I am by no means an alcoholic but I do drink on a regular basis and someone who can’t have more than one drink on a week night is clearly not someone I could hang out with regularly.
I fumble with thoughts of an escape plan and finally blurt out “Well, it is getting kind of late I should be headed home” her response “do you want to go back to my place?”
Now I don’t think of myself as the type of guy that goes home with random women but I also have trouble being rude to women so once or twice I’ve found myself in a woman’s bedroom for lack of a decent escape route. This night was no different.
We walk the two blocks to her apartment over which she warns me that her room is a bit of a mess. That statement wouldn’t have more of an understatement if she had called the Iraq war a “small mistake” or the Melvins as “just a metal band”.
A mattress on the floor surrounded by used paper coffee cups, all of which were filled with cigarette butts. In the far corner next a dresser that’s falling apart and just the other side of a mound of laundry she claims to be clean but the scent of which screams otherwise is an overflowing cat box. I try my best to ignore the surroundings and mess around with this girl. All is going well until the middle of everything when she asks me if I’m going to spend the night, I claim an early meeting and hit the road as soon as I can.
This whole situation begs the question of why I let myself get into this sort of situation. I can’t really say, do I do it because I’m so starved for sex that I’m afraid I might not have the chance again for months? Do I do it simply so I can tell the story to the horrified faces of friends and relatives? Or do I do it because like everyone else I’m simply trying to find how I fit into the dating game? Whatever the case I always find myself at least fairly entertaining in retrospect and I hope you find it the same.
This being the plan I will write about my encounters with women I meet through my traditional methods, picking them up at bars and shows/being picked up at bars/shows.
A good example of this was a recent Friday evening, having gotten a later start on the evening I found myself drinking with the most boring friends of a friend’s girlfriend ever. I stumbled out of a local watering hole, a few whiskey’s deep and looking for a cigarette. The first girl I asked for a cigarette offered me a rollie and while I rolled commented that she thought I was cute. Having heard this from time to time in my life I wasn’t shocked to hear it coming out of a seemingly attractive young blonde woman. I respond with a casual, “you’re not so bad yourself” and start conversation, quickly she invites me to join her and her friend at another bar just across the neighborhood. The short walk there included the typical small talk as well as a few pauses to make out.
Around 4 I do out my tab at this second bar, a whopping 6 dollars spent on 3 PBR, and meander outside to decide where my night is headed, I didn’t have to go home but I can’t stay here, Blondie’s friend says she really needs to use the bathroom and I offer a short stop at my office.
Once there, Blondie, the Tinkler and myself decide to grab some Sparks and a pack of cigarettes and hang out for a minute in my office. Stumbling from the couch to the restroom I realize the Tinkler not only didn’t flush the toilet(eww) but also left a used tampon on the floor of my office bathroom. Not the end of the world but certainly leaves me less interested in Blondie. We part ways around 7 and I go home for a brief but refreshing two hours of sleep.
I wake up Saturday to a nagging hangover and the remembrance that I agreed to hang out with Blondie that evening, I called her to let her know I wasn’t up for it that night and made plans for a drink Monday.
Monday rolls around and despite my best intentions we agree to meet at a bar near a recent ex’s house, an hour or so before I call for a change of venue and we meet up at a quiet place nearer to her home than mine. I arrive slightly before she does and order a bourbon, she arrives near the end of my drink and orders herself a “cheap beer” I agree, order one as well and pay for the round, she seems surprised that I bought the round.
My first thoughts are that this girl doesn’t expect people to pay for her which is nice but while looking at her in this thought I realized that maybe I had had a few more than I should have on Friday and not only is this girl not cute but there’s no way she could pass for the 24 year old(my age) she led me to believe she was, it’s later revealed she’s 28.
An hour of awkward and boring small talk ensues and I ask if she’d like a second drink, “I’m still working on this one, but you go ahead” she says and I order a second round.
At this point it’s getting close to 10:30 or so and I’ve realized not only do I find this poor girl horribly boring but she’s also revealed that she had lied to me about her age, her job and not that it matters anymore than the other two but about having graduated from college. I can’t find an out in the conversation but notice our drinks are both empty so I ask if she’d like another,
“If I have another I’ll be feeling a bit drunk and I can’t have that on a work night”.
Clearly this girl and I have very little in common, I am by no means an alcoholic but I do drink on a regular basis and someone who can’t have more than one drink on a week night is clearly not someone I could hang out with regularly.
I fumble with thoughts of an escape plan and finally blurt out “Well, it is getting kind of late I should be headed home” her response “do you want to go back to my place?”
Now I don’t think of myself as the type of guy that goes home with random women but I also have trouble being rude to women so once or twice I’ve found myself in a woman’s bedroom for lack of a decent escape route. This night was no different.
We walk the two blocks to her apartment over which she warns me that her room is a bit of a mess. That statement wouldn’t have more of an understatement if she had called the Iraq war a “small mistake” or the Melvins as “just a metal band”.
A mattress on the floor surrounded by used paper coffee cups, all of which were filled with cigarette butts. In the far corner next a dresser that’s falling apart and just the other side of a mound of laundry she claims to be clean but the scent of which screams otherwise is an overflowing cat box. I try my best to ignore the surroundings and mess around with this girl. All is going well until the middle of everything when she asks me if I’m going to spend the night, I claim an early meeting and hit the road as soon as I can.
This whole situation begs the question of why I let myself get into this sort of situation. I can’t really say, do I do it because I’m so starved for sex that I’m afraid I might not have the chance again for months? Do I do it simply so I can tell the story to the horrified faces of friends and relatives? Or do I do it because like everyone else I’m simply trying to find how I fit into the dating game? Whatever the case I always find myself at least fairly entertaining in retrospect and I hope you find it the same.
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
What just happened?
-15 minutes ago-
I am riding on the train back to my apartment and I am standing near the door listening to my ipod. Across from me, sitting down, is a younger good looking girl who has a smile on her face and earphones in. I naturally think she must be listening to something funny (Flight of the Conchords maybe?). I am tempted to ask but don't.
To the right of me, sitting a couple seats down is a younger guy with curly hair, tight black pants with a cuff, pretty clean and average looking. He has a rather stern look on his face which I noticed only briefly.
Occasionally while reading my book, I will look up and keep noticing the girl with a smile on her face, looking down into her lap. My stop comes, and stern faced indie guy stands next to me to get off, and flannel coat smiling girl also prepares to get off.
Stern Face walks quicker than me even though his stride is shorter (I walk casually and am in no rush) and goes up an early flight of steps. I am surprised to find Smiling Girl walking at a rather quick pace as well, passing me as we get to the turnstall. Smiling Girl is right in front of me walking up the steps, and while I am still interested in what she was smiling about, I have no intention of asking.
Outside. I see Stern Face walking a good half block ahead, and Smiling Girl a couple paces in front of me. She has a good pace going now, as do I. Before I know it, we are close to Stern Face and I see her reach her hand out and touch his shoulder. He jumps slightly out of surprise and has a confused look on his face. Then I see Smiling Girl put her index finger to her lips in a "shh" motion, and start to lean in towards his face! I pass them both right at this second and don't want to turn back and watch whatever just unfolded before my eyes. Did she really just approach a complete stranger and kiss him without a word?
I don't slow down but turn to cross the street, and glance back to see them following. I hear some laughs, possible talk about where each of them live on the block, and possibly an invite over? I paused my ipod at this moment because I wanted to be sure, but didn't hear anything else and didn't see either one of them at the next block.
But what happened just now could've been the hottest thing I have seen in a while. I think it trumps my missed connection story.
I am riding on the train back to my apartment and I am standing near the door listening to my ipod. Across from me, sitting down, is a younger good looking girl who has a smile on her face and earphones in. I naturally think she must be listening to something funny (Flight of the Conchords maybe?). I am tempted to ask but don't.
To the right of me, sitting a couple seats down is a younger guy with curly hair, tight black pants with a cuff, pretty clean and average looking. He has a rather stern look on his face which I noticed only briefly.
Occasionally while reading my book, I will look up and keep noticing the girl with a smile on her face, looking down into her lap. My stop comes, and stern faced indie guy stands next to me to get off, and flannel coat smiling girl also prepares to get off.
Stern Face walks quicker than me even though his stride is shorter (I walk casually and am in no rush) and goes up an early flight of steps. I am surprised to find Smiling Girl walking at a rather quick pace as well, passing me as we get to the turnstall. Smiling Girl is right in front of me walking up the steps, and while I am still interested in what she was smiling about, I have no intention of asking.
Outside. I see Stern Face walking a good half block ahead, and Smiling Girl a couple paces in front of me. She has a good pace going now, as do I. Before I know it, we are close to Stern Face and I see her reach her hand out and touch his shoulder. He jumps slightly out of surprise and has a confused look on his face. Then I see Smiling Girl put her index finger to her lips in a "shh" motion, and start to lean in towards his face! I pass them both right at this second and don't want to turn back and watch whatever just unfolded before my eyes. Did she really just approach a complete stranger and kiss him without a word?
I don't slow down but turn to cross the street, and glance back to see them following. I hear some laughs, possible talk about where each of them live on the block, and possibly an invite over? I paused my ipod at this moment because I wanted to be sure, but didn't hear anything else and didn't see either one of them at the next block.
But what happened just now could've been the hottest thing I have seen in a while. I think it trumps my missed connection story.
Monday, February 25, 2008
I once again feel...
slightly disappointed with progress on this blog. Things are continuing to go well with Sambas and that has severely hindered my ability to make posts about bad dates.
Why is it that the one time I want to write about my bad relationships I seem to fall into a good one?
Why is it that the one time I want to write about my bad relationships I seem to fall into a good one?
Monday, February 18, 2008
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Hobos vs. Bums
To my surprise we continued talking [emailing], and she said she had a great time. I have to wonder if it is weird that our primary mode of conversation is via email. Is this the sign of the new generation? Online dating and missed connections using craigslist to avoid any kind of actual contact and rejection?
Hey... fine by me. My Onion Personals profile is still running strong.
Sambas is pretty great. We email each other random things; hers often dealing with art and mine mostly dealing with ridiculousness- Horse head man cooking wild mushrooms anyone?
Some days past and she lets me know about a documentary screening about hobo graffiti is happening in Brooklyn. Rumor is that there will be wine and cookies present. This is definitely not something I would ordinarily go to but it seems like a great event for a second meet [date?].
We meet at a mutual train stop and walk over to the screening. It is absolutely freezing out and I am so happy I wore thermal underwear. We both still have a cough and I get a flashback to my previous kissing dilemma.
We get inside and sit on padded benches. The room is pretty small and fills up quickly, forcing us to fit three people on a two-person seat. I grab some wine, popcorn, and cornbread (nice combo i know?) and sit. After a brief into, the movie starts.
The movie is shot on a vintage camera and has some beautiful shots from moving trains. The content is moderately interesting but drags on. At least I learned that one should not call a "Hobo" a "Bum" unless they want a toothless man all in their face. Luckily, since the movie was rather slow, it allowed for one of my favorite things to happen: She put her head on my shoulder. I feel like this small gesture shows that she is comfortable with me and perhaps affectionate. Or is this friend zone affection? Shit
The movie finished (thankfully for my back's sake) and after a brief round of questions and some whiskey spiked apple cider, we were free to roam the premesis. We ventured outside for 10 minutes to check out the bonfire. F that. It was freezing. People dwindled out and jazz played on a laptop. The lights were dim and we continued our conversation.
It seemed like a perfect time for a kiss, but there were people walking in and out so I didn't go for it. And soon, it seemed like the right time to leave [whiskey and cider were gone]. The cold was just as unforgiving as before and we looked for the closest restaurant to unwind and eat. I ordered the grilled cheese, and she the chicken noodle soup. People have asked if I have a problem with her not being a vegetarian, but I think most of the girls I have dated have not been vegetarians. Besides, she says she has long considered the dietary change, and maybe I could help with that? Most definitely.
After the bill, the night has ended once again and we walk underground and prepare to go our separate ways. It is a less than ideal situation for a first kiss, but I can't keep postponing it. "So..." I say as I inch closer to her. I slowly lean in and watch her body movement. Our mouths are inches apart but she slowly edges towards the side of my cheek with her face and says she doesn't want to get me sick. I whisper "I am not worried. My immune system rocks." We bring our faces back to proper alignment and let our lips linger barely touching. We kiss slowly, pause, and kiss again. I pull back and look at her, lean in and kiss her again. "Time to go to our trains" I say, and we turn and go in opposite directions.
I wonder if I should look back but I don't. That seems a bit too movie oriented.
I feel like everything went right. I get home, prepare for bed, and sleep comfortably. In the morning I check my email and see one from Sambas.
"Oh, [me]. le sigh." What the hell does that mean?!
Hey... fine by me. My Onion Personals profile is still running strong.
Sambas is pretty great. We email each other random things; hers often dealing with art and mine mostly dealing with ridiculousness- Horse head man cooking wild mushrooms anyone?
Some days past and she lets me know about a documentary screening about hobo graffiti is happening in Brooklyn. Rumor is that there will be wine and cookies present. This is definitely not something I would ordinarily go to but it seems like a great event for a second meet [date?].
We meet at a mutual train stop and walk over to the screening. It is absolutely freezing out and I am so happy I wore thermal underwear. We both still have a cough and I get a flashback to my previous kissing dilemma.
We get inside and sit on padded benches. The room is pretty small and fills up quickly, forcing us to fit three people on a two-person seat. I grab some wine, popcorn, and cornbread (nice combo i know?) and sit. After a brief into, the movie starts.
The movie is shot on a vintage camera and has some beautiful shots from moving trains. The content is moderately interesting but drags on. At least I learned that one should not call a "Hobo" a "Bum" unless they want a toothless man all in their face. Luckily, since the movie was rather slow, it allowed for one of my favorite things to happen: She put her head on my shoulder. I feel like this small gesture shows that she is comfortable with me and perhaps affectionate. Or is this friend zone affection? Shit
The movie finished (thankfully for my back's sake) and after a brief round of questions and some whiskey spiked apple cider, we were free to roam the premesis. We ventured outside for 10 minutes to check out the bonfire. F that. It was freezing. People dwindled out and jazz played on a laptop. The lights were dim and we continued our conversation.
It seemed like a perfect time for a kiss, but there were people walking in and out so I didn't go for it. And soon, it seemed like the right time to leave [whiskey and cider were gone]. The cold was just as unforgiving as before and we looked for the closest restaurant to unwind and eat. I ordered the grilled cheese, and she the chicken noodle soup. People have asked if I have a problem with her not being a vegetarian, but I think most of the girls I have dated have not been vegetarians. Besides, she says she has long considered the dietary change, and maybe I could help with that? Most definitely.
After the bill, the night has ended once again and we walk underground and prepare to go our separate ways. It is a less than ideal situation for a first kiss, but I can't keep postponing it. "So..." I say as I inch closer to her. I slowly lean in and watch her body movement. Our mouths are inches apart but she slowly edges towards the side of my cheek with her face and says she doesn't want to get me sick. I whisper "I am not worried. My immune system rocks." We bring our faces back to proper alignment and let our lips linger barely touching. We kiss slowly, pause, and kiss again. I pull back and look at her, lean in and kiss her again. "Time to go to our trains" I say, and we turn and go in opposite directions.
I wonder if I should look back but I don't. That seems a bit too movie oriented.
I feel like everything went right. I get home, prepare for bed, and sleep comfortably. In the morning I check my email and see one from Sambas.
"Oh, [me]. le sigh." What the hell does that mean?!
Lo and Behold...
It is so close to Valentine's Day and I have the worst history with girls around this time. The past years I wanted to "have a valentine" the day of and have repeatedly screwed things up with potential interests.
Two years ago: Drunk hooking up with a younger friend and then holding her hair while she vomits. We talk and laugh about it but I try to ask her out anyway. Eventually ask her if she wants to be my valentine. Dead.
Three years ago: Hang out with a friend/roommate of another friend. We watch movies and kiss a couple times. I feel like that is enough precursor to be a valentine. Dead
Lets just say this is a recurring problem. So this year, instead of attempting to do something on Valentine's Day, I will have a casual dinner the night before with Sambas and not worry about the pressure put on me by Hallmark.
And yes I posted this after Valentines Day even though I had it written up beforehand. Fast forward to Monday, President's Day. The following events have occurred:
2/13/08 - Dinner with Sambas. Cooked an Italian based dinner, watched a movie, made out, walked Sambas to subway, separated.
2/14/08 - Valentines Day - Minor email conversations. Invite Sambas to watch LOST and she actually comes. She meets some friends, we watch LOST, intend to go walk around but it's too cold. We get on the train and it's clear we are not going back to my house together. We separate, I didn't kiss her it seemed awkward, I feel like I blew it.
2/15/08 - I continue to be semi-depressed (hey I predicted screwing it up so I was not too surprised). I get an email from Sambas that implies we are going to take our status to the next level and my worries fade away. I go out to drinks with coworkers, she eventually shows up with friends and everyone meets. We drink, talk, and go back to my house.
2/16/08 - Morning. She is here. I have a doctor's appointment so we split but all seems well and I invite her to a show/drinking later in the night. Samba's meets up with us at dinner (decent Mexican food in New York?) and we go to the show. Boredom comes quickly and we leave, go home, drink beer, watch a movie, go to bed.
2/17/08 - Morning... really early. She is here. I still have not gotten used to another person sleeping in my bed so I don't get very long periods of sleep. Samba's actually seems to like me (We get bagels, watch Food Network , eat delicious food cooked by roommate. I drink my first beer at 10:30AM but given how long I had already been awake it seems like an afternoon beer. I am not an alcoholic.
We eat and drink and go shopping for our Sunday dinner. Dinner prep and cleaning ensue. We drink, hang out with friends, and eat more delicious food. We watch American Gladiators and some of Knightrider [shit]. We go to my room and later watch part of Jumper.
2/18 - President's Day - Morning. She is here. It is 60 degrees outside in New York... in February. We have to go outside so we go to her house and she changes clothes. She sleeps on an air mattress. No wonder she likes staying over! We go to Chinatown and wander. It is clearly going to rain and my sweatshirt isn't going to do any good. We eat a very filling meal for around $5 each (why am I not going to Chinatown more?) and do some shopping at a grocery store. We drink boba tea. The rain ends things and we make our way to the subway. It is wet all over but I am feeling chipper from my day in Chinatown and the decent weather. As I walk down the steps one of my feet slips from under me. Four steps later I miraculously caught myself, laughed at my near-skull-shattering experience, and feel like the day shouldn't have ended any other way.
I begin to realize how bizarre, yet great, Samba's and my situation is. I started this blog with the intention of writing about my failed dates and my awkward Onion Personals conversations (which are still happening every once in a while), and the first move [pathetic at best with a craigslist missed connections post] I make ends up with a developing relationship. I don't mind. This is fun.
Two years ago: Drunk hooking up with a younger friend and then holding her hair while she vomits. We talk and laugh about it but I try to ask her out anyway. Eventually ask her if she wants to be my valentine. Dead.
Three years ago: Hang out with a friend/roommate of another friend. We watch movies and kiss a couple times. I feel like that is enough precursor to be a valentine. Dead
Lets just say this is a recurring problem. So this year, instead of attempting to do something on Valentine's Day, I will have a casual dinner the night before with Sambas and not worry about the pressure put on me by Hallmark.
And yes I posted this after Valentines Day even though I had it written up beforehand. Fast forward to Monday, President's Day. The following events have occurred:
2/13/08 - Dinner with Sambas. Cooked an Italian based dinner, watched a movie, made out, walked Sambas to subway, separated.
2/14/08 - Valentines Day - Minor email conversations. Invite Sambas to watch LOST and she actually comes. She meets some friends, we watch LOST, intend to go walk around but it's too cold. We get on the train and it's clear we are not going back to my house together. We separate, I didn't kiss her it seemed awkward, I feel like I blew it.
2/15/08 - I continue to be semi-depressed (hey I predicted screwing it up so I was not too surprised). I get an email from Sambas that implies we are going to take our status to the next level and my worries fade away. I go out to drinks with coworkers, she eventually shows up with friends and everyone meets. We drink, talk, and go back to my house.
2/16/08 - Morning. She is here. I have a doctor's appointment so we split but all seems well and I invite her to a show/drinking later in the night. Samba's meets up with us at dinner (decent Mexican food in New York?) and we go to the show. Boredom comes quickly and we leave, go home, drink beer, watch a movie, go to bed.
2/17/08 - Morning... really early. She is here. I still have not gotten used to another person sleeping in my bed so I don't get very long periods of sleep. Samba's actually seems to like me (We get bagels, watch Food Network , eat delicious food cooked by roommate. I drink my first beer at 10:30AM but given how long I had already been awake it seems like an afternoon beer. I am not an alcoholic.
We eat and drink and go shopping for our Sunday dinner. Dinner prep and cleaning ensue. We drink, hang out with friends, and eat more delicious food. We watch American Gladiators and some of Knightrider [shit]. We go to my room and later watch part of Jumper.
2/18 - President's Day - Morning. She is here. It is 60 degrees outside in New York... in February. We have to go outside so we go to her house and she changes clothes. She sleeps on an air mattress. No wonder she likes staying over! We go to Chinatown and wander. It is clearly going to rain and my sweatshirt isn't going to do any good. We eat a very filling meal for around $5 each (why am I not going to Chinatown more?) and do some shopping at a grocery store. We drink boba tea. The rain ends things and we make our way to the subway. It is wet all over but I am feeling chipper from my day in Chinatown and the decent weather. As I walk down the steps one of my feet slips from under me. Four steps later I miraculously caught myself, laughed at my near-skull-shattering experience, and feel like the day shouldn't have ended any other way.
I begin to realize how bizarre, yet great, Samba's and my situation is. I started this blog with the intention of writing about my failed dates and my awkward Onion Personals conversations (which are still happening every once in a while), and the first move [pathetic at best with a craigslist missed connections post] I make ends up with a developing relationship. I don't mind. This is fun.
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