New crop of suitors

Been a while kids, yes I know but your resident serial dater has been quite busy with the fellas. Posts about the following new men with arrive shortly.

The Water guy
The Short Rocco
The Korean singer
The Guido
The uber chic Indian
The Michael Phelps lookalike
The Old dude
The Architect


Plus a couple of the regular men and what they have been up to.

Happy Holidays!

xoxo
Coasd

The Straight Chelsea Boy part 2

SCB texted me and asked me where I would like to have dinner. And after consulting my little black book, I decided upon BLT fish in where else…Chelsea. Well technically it borders flatiron, but whatever. I subway it over to meet him there at 7pm and I’m dressed like I’ve put in effort..or at least it appears that way. Everyone knows I never fuss over an ensemble but he looked like he was about to go meet his buddies at a bar or something. Way too casual in my opinion but I keep that to myself. So we enter and head upstairs via the glass elevator and we are seated in a cozy corner area for two. We order drinks (He immediately say’s no to a bottle of wine) so I ordered a reisling by the glass. Not sure if it’s because he’s not a big drinker or if he’s just cheap. I’m thinking it may be a combo of both. Fast forward, the food is amazing and I will definitely go back for seconds even thirds. The conversation was actually really good and he was engaging but still very reserved. We again spoke about his family but he couldn’t remember his sister in laws name. I told him about my holiday plans to Barcelona and Paris and he spoke about some law suit his company may or may not be going through. Around 9:30 after eating a sinfully delicious dessert of Ganache and complimentary apple/pear cotton candy it was time to go. It was still early so he suggested that we go grab a drink somewhere. So we ended up at cafeteria. I didn’t really want to drink so I ordered a mocktail and he of course had a beer. I’m noticing a trend. We sat at the bar and chatted a while and then decided to call it a night. He walks me to the corner and I thank him for dinner. He then proceeds to ask if he can call me and I said yes. At this moment he is standing VERRY close to me almost too close and I’m worried he might try to kiss me. I’m sooooo not there yet. I’m not sure if I’m even attracted to him. I know he is one of those people who has to grow on you. I mean he’s not ugly, but I’m not trying to jump his bones either. He’s just very plain and ordinary looking I suppose. Anyway, he gives me a kiss on the cheek goodnight and I take my hot ass home. Then he calls me the very next day….another date is set up so stay tuned.

Wardrobe: Dark skinny jeans, black chiffon blouse, grey and black pumps with a black balloon skirt coat..Very McQueen!

The European Doctor part 6

This evening I met up with The European Doctor at La LaternaLaterna (Coincidently this was one of places I was at during my scavenger hunt date) in the West Village around 6pm. When I arrived he was already enjoying espresso and seemed very relaxed. It was lovely seeing him since it had been well over a month since our last date. I ordered some peppermint tea and we chatted about what was new in our lives. Neither of us had much to report unfortunately. After an hour or so of chit chat and casual banter he decides to sit next to me which was fine. He stroked and held my hand and gave me a kiss on the cheek. He also “casually” brought up the night I went to his apartment (Remember the night we fooled around, etc) I pretended to forget because having to reminisce about a casual encounter that took place ages ago felt very uncomfortable for me especially since I have little to no interest in sleeping with him at this point. I noticed a shift in his body language after this and he began asking me what we were with each other. Are we friends or are we dating? I asked him what he wanted and he said he wants us to date, but that this experience with me is very different than what he is used to. Meaning, he is accustomed to having sex and getting closer to one another. He was frustrated that things were not progressing with us and I told him that I want to take things slow with him. I know it’s not right or fair to not be completely honest with him about my feelings for him or lack thereof but a part of me really hopes that will change because on paper he is perfect. He is tall, handsome, intelligent, a surgeon, speaks multiple languages, and very sweet, and always a gentleman with me. So what is wrong with me? Why can’t I fall for him the same way he has for me? Perhaps I’m one of those people who cant like more than one person at a time. Only problem with this is that the person that I am developing feelings for doesn’t feel the same way about me. Story of my fucking life. Why is it so difficult to find someone who likes you just as much as you like them? Is that really too much to ask? I hate this feeling and I’m certainly not in the business of hurting people’s feelings. I wonder if I should just tell him we should be friends or wait it out and see what happens…

Wardrobe: Denim high waisted shorts with black tights underneath, cream blouse with black wife beater underneath, red patent leather flats, tan marc Jacobs saddlebag.

The Bald Lawyer

So I met this guy via CBD since it’s been a little slow for me and I’ve grown tired of many of my regulars. So we decide to meet at Aurora in Soho. I got there a few minutes before him and once he arrived we decided to go to Lola across the street because the Aurora bar area was full. So we sit down at Lola which is pretty chic…chicer than I expected actually. Anyway, I had a yummy dessert wine and he ordered a boring Stella. He was rather stout and completely bald at the tender age of only 29 years old. Lets get all the minuses out the way: Stout, lives in New Jersey, bad breath, boring dresser, owns a cat, doesn’t know how to drive, quasi gay mannerisms, unimpressive shoes, makes fun of celebrities to make himself feel better about himself..yes he actually admitted this, poor taste in music, elitist) Some pros were..hmmm carried conversation very well, walked me home. Anyway while we were at Lola there was a live performance that was so incredibly loud that we had to yell to speak to each other which sucked for me because that meant I had to smell his breath. During our yelling match a man behind me pointed at my new Marc Jacobs saddlebag and told me that wax fell onto it. There was a candelabra next to it and the melting wax had dripped onto it. At this point I got pissed and was ready to call it a night, but the bald lawyer suggested that we go somewhere else where we could have a conversation. So we ended up at Dos Caminos. We order guacamole to share and sangria. He had the white kind and I had the red, which I couldn’t even drink because it was just too strong for me. So we had a pleasant conversation where I found out all the things that I listed a while back..remember all those cons, and skim list of pros? So after we had some dessert which was pretty good. He explained how he didn’t understand or believe in vegetarian or vegan lifestyles (I’m a former vegan, and still a vegetarian) During the conversation I explained to him what I did for a living and he thought it was an exploitation of young girls..lol so obviously this guy is a complete winner! Anyway, I excuse myself to the bathroom after dessert and see that I had 4 missed calls. Instead of rejoining him right away, I stayed in the bathroom a bit longer to check voicemail (i.e. stalling to go back). So I get back and he took the liberty to inform me that he settled the check and also offered me the gracious option of pitching in! I was shocked that he had the balls to tell me that. I didn’t have cash so I offered my credit card. It was only then that he said that it was fine and not to worry about it. I’m not against paying my way, but never on a first date. That Is a firm rule, especially if the date sucked. I’m not saying that this date sucked but he definitely wasn’t my type..not even a little bit. Anyway, he ends up walking me home which sucked because I was planning to call the beautiful Asian back on the walk home. So once we reached my corner, I extended my hand to shake his and told him goodnight and sent his ass packing back to New Jersey.

Wardrobe: Black and white Victorian blouse, skinny jeans, grey pumps with black bow.

The Beautiful Asian part 5

So after a long discussion The Beautiful Asian and I decided to go to Ella. My friend Jordan owns the place and I hadn’t been before so I was excited to see the place and congratulate him. The Beautiful Asian of course comes to my apt and comes up to hang out for a little while before heading over to Ella. He was cute in his little blazer, jeans and converse. Not long after he is inside the apt he begins to try to take my clothes off. LOL I didn’t mind but I knew that if we started fooling around, I wasn’t going to want to go out after, so I cut if off the moment to tried to pull my tights off..lol. So I convince him to stop and we decide to leave. When we got there, I hugged and chatting with Jordan and then introduced the two of them. The beautiful Asian is the only guy who has met SOME of my friends. Not my closest friends yet. Not sure if its time to introduce him to the “family” yet. Anyway, throughout the evening, we danced a little, enjoyed some music and making out inappropriately. He drank quite a bit and kept trying to get me to drink. I had 1 and a half drinks versus his 10 drinks approximately. I knew he could drink, but holy hell. For a little guy, he can really put them away. He didn’t appear to be drunk at all, but he said he was. So after a couple of hours, he was hungry. We stopped at sidewalk to get some take out. He ordered a turkey burger for me, and he got some ravioli. Then we went back to my apt so I could change and grab some of my things. We decided that I would stay at his apt that night. This is a first for us…I was excited for our first sleep over but nervous at the same time. Of course he insisted on helping me undress into something more comfy! I love that he cant keep his hands off me, but I’m hoping that his attraction to me inst just physical. Anyway, we cab it uptown to his apt in the Upper east side. We eat our food, wash up and go to bed around 4 am. Of course we fooled around and did some naughty grown up things, but no the deed wasn’t done. I kinda wanted to, but he wasn’t really able due to his alcohol consumption. Or at least that’s what he said..anyway… The next morning, well afternoon we wake up and hang out for a while. We have breakfast at the diner down the street and then hangout for a little while longer. Around 1 I decided to leave because I needed to go home and get ready for another date. He spent the day shopping for makeup at Saks for his aunt☺

Wardrobe: Cream, sheer ruffled blouse worn as a dress, black tights, sliver vintage metal belt, black stilleto booties, black leather cropped motorcycle jacket.

Mr. Stunning Blue Eyes part 5

So this was probably the most entertaining date I’ve had in quite some time. It was out of the ordinary. We participated in a scavenger hunt hosted by a company called accomplice New York. Its part show, part scavenger hunt, all fun made even more fun by free drinks and real live librarians. We were a group of 7 people and were greeted by a “ tour guide” in the beginning to give us the rules. He had done this once before but it was in a different neighborhood so it was new for him. We basically went from different points on the west village and had to find a person to give us a clue to get to our next destination. Along the way, we met funny characters and got additional bits of information to complete the mystery. The entire thing lasted about 2 and a half hours and ended at a hookah joint where we hung out with the entire cast at the end of the day. I would definitely do this again on a day when the weather is warmer and with a bunch of my crazy friends. I mean if I laughed that hard with a bunch of librarians and babysitters, me and my retarded friends would make it even more hilarious. So after Accomplice, Mr. Stunning Blue eyes and I went to the Garage restaurant for dinner. I had Chilean sea bass and he had the tuna steak. Both were really good. However it was really hard to talk because there was a live jazz band playing about 7 feet away from us. Needless to say, we were forced to yell at each other in between my frequent trips to the ladies room. I have no idea what was going on with my bladder that evening, but it was really annoying, plus there was a woman who took a really long time in there who I swear must have given birth in the stall. So after dinner, we walk in the miserable cold wind back to his car to leave. During the drive he asked me if I wanted to go back to his place for a little while. I was SHOCKED!! Partly because this was a 1st for him..He’s sooo reserved and hasn’t even made out with me yet, and I was equally shocked by the idea of leaving Manhattan. I don’t do that unless its out of state, and he lived in freakin Long Island..I think. I politely declined this borderline AMAZING offer..lol So he dropped me off at home and I gave him a kiss on the cheek and thanked him for an amazing day.

Wardrobe: Skinny jeans, vans, crap load of layered shirts, leather jacket…totally hipster chic

Street Theater

Street Theater conversation: East Village on my way to Sephora

Bald dude on Bike: Hey I’m looking for a beautiful Caribbean girl. Can you help me?

Me: Sorry dude, I don’t know any

Bald dude on Bike: How are you today?

Me: fine thanks

Bald dude on bike: Where is your boyfriend?

Me: What makes you assume I have a boyfriend?

Bald dude on bike: Oh so can you add me to your list then.

Me: There is no list dude

Bald dude on bike: Oh so then I will be at the top of the list

Me: did you not effin hear me? I said there is no effin list

Bald dude on Bike: Can I talk to you?

Me: No

End scene

The Coupon Guy

Hmm ok so after about a month of emailing, we finally arrange to meet up for dinner. I was intrigued by this guy before we met. He seemed really cool, sophisticated, and charming. I was kinda excited and had really high hopes for this one.. I chose the restaurant Ama in soho to have dinner at 7:30 and we both agreed to show up. I arrived on time, and he was just a little bit late, which I didn’t mind. What ended up walking through the doors was quite unexpected. He didn’t look anything like his photo (Yes we met online) but then again, the photo was rather small, but I could tell he was handsome. Not that he wasn’t handsome in person, but he looked like an entirely different man. On the plus side he was: 6’4, nice bone structure, perfect teeth, nice skin, and slim build. On the not so positive side: receding hairline, and too long in the back, dressed badly (he was wearing front pleated slacks..Holy grossness, ill-fitted button down shirt, and god dare I say it, running sneakers! WTF!!! He definitely didn’t understand the term dress to impress because he certainly wasn’t trying to do that with me. Also he had just come from a networking event, and told me that he had already eaten. Great, so why were we having dinner? Whatever, he ended up ordering food anyway. The food was a little better than ok, but not amazing. We didn’t have any wine, which was fine. I wasn’t really in the mood and wasn’t trying to have an evening of lingering anyway. So we chatted for a couple of hours. He works for American Express and he was explaining some of the nuances of his job, which I completely zoned out on. This guy was sooo long winded and really loved to talk. It was great how engaging he was and he had a really nice smile, but come on…He talked a lot! He also spoke a bit about his family and how he was raised on a farm. Oh also I ordered a bottle of sparkling water but he didn’t drink any of it. He preferred the tap. Whatever. We also didn’t have any appetizers and I ate dessert alone. He didn’t like chocolate. I was beginning to wonder what was wrong with this dude. One a nice side, he was very polite, and listened to me when I spoke. He was very much a gentleman and seemed interested in me. He also told me that when he lived in LA, he was a model…He never booked anything (probably due to his 6’4 stature) but that was something interesting about him. He kinda understood more than I realized about the fashion industry. So I excused myself toward the end of the dinner to use the ladies room, and when I came back, the check was at the table. Not only that, the waiter was there too explaining to him that the coupon (yes coupon) that he brought wasn’t valid and he couldn’t use it because it was only good from 5-7 pm and we arrived at 7:30. I could see he was annoyed, which is man code for embarrassed. Why he was trying to pay for dinner with a coupon on a first date was weird, but I know he tried to make that transaction while I was in the bathroom in hopes that I wouldn’t know and see how cheap he was. After the whole check fiasco, he apologized to me and hoped that I wasn’t embarrassed. Why would I be embarrassed? I wasn’t the one trying to get a discount with a coupon on a first date. I blew it off and enjoyed my chocolate dessert by myself. He watched as I ate it and could tell he enjoyed watching me eat it. Why do men like that? Lol. So after dessert, he stayed a few minutes longer and then finally decided to leave. He walked me to the corner and helped me get into a cab. Almost an hour later I got a call from him, which I didn’t pick up because I was on the phone with the beautiful Asian. He left a message just wanting to make sure I got home safely. That was sweet. Overall, it was a decent night. Not sure if he is THE ONE, but I might go out with him again.

Wardrobe: Skinny jeans, t shirt, Navy Blazer, Peep toe heels

The Straight Chelsea Boy

So this dude and I met online and have been casually emailing back and forth for about a month. Finally we managed to find some time to meet and hang out for a bit. He was growing frustrated by me not making a date with him after all this time and asked me if he should just give up. I don’t like quitters, and I refused to facilitate that for him. So he emailed me a list of suggested places and Inoteca was the most acceptable of that list and I didn’t have the time or energy to find another place to suggest. Besides, I’d been there before and liked the wine menu. So we met up at 7:30 and he was outside when I got there. I didn’t notice him and was about to call him when he walked up to me. So we greet with a handshake and go inside. It was pretty busy and we were seated downstairs. I snatched a couple matchboxes on the way down since I like to collect them. When we got down there I noticed a smell of cigarettes but obviously no one can smoke inside and after a few moments, I concluded that the foul odor might have possibly been his breath! Ugh so gross…I hope I was wrong but I cant imagine what else it could have been since I only smelled it when he spoke. So we order some wine. He got red and I got white. It was a little boring until the wine began to sink in and we ordered some aperitifs to share. He told me about his job in the telecom industry and he was fascinated and strangely intimidated by what I do. I’ve never met a guy who was intimidated by fashion, but I guess it made since because he clearly had no clue how to dress his body. His jacket for Christ’s sake was swallowing him. Anyway, we also spoke about our families. His father came from a very wealthy background and his mom was the complete opposite. His brother and him were also total opposites. He doesn’t believe in religion and his brother is a Hasidic Jew living in Israel. Anyway after about an hour and a half I was winding down and ready to go. I had a lovely time over all and MIGHT consider hanging out with him again. He asked me how I thought the date went, and I said it went well. He agreed. I don’t know, jury is still out on him, but I gave him my number once we exited the restaurant. He didn’t walk me home. It was fine; I preferred to walk alone that night anyway


Wardrobe: navy collegiate blazer, men’s button down, skinny jeans, stiletto booties

Mr. Stunning Blue Eyes part 4

It was an awful day and rainy so Mr. Stunning blue eyes offered to pick me up in his car to drive together to I coppi, an Italian restaurant in the East village. He arrives a bit late and I was starving but was happy to see him. It doesn’t take us long to get there but had some trouble finding parking. Once inside the place, I noticed that there was nobody there. The place was empty except one other party of 2 having dinner. I was hoping that it was empty because of the bad weather and people decided to stay in and not because the food was bad. I mean I’d never heard of this place and it was located only a few blocks from my apt. Anyway, we are obviously seated immediately and the waiter gives us some bread which I believe was rather stale, but I ate it anyway because I was starving like a hostage. For dinner I had the seafood spaghetti and he had the crab stuffed ravioli. Both dishes were quite divine especially his. I’d definitely go back for that. Anyway, we chat about everything from our messed up families, to the Jewish holidays, to what we both had been up to over the past month. It’s been a while since we hung out and I had to cancel our last date because I messed up my ankle. I think it was a stiletto induced injury but not certain. We shared some wine ,which was really good. It was kinda chilly where we were seated which was in the garden area in back but it was so cute there. The lights and the décor made it feel really rustic. Anyway, Mr. Stunning blues was sweet, and kind as usual and he asked me out Friday night, which I told him I’d have to let him know about. The date wasn’t all that exciting, but more of just a laid back evening with pleasant conversation. So after dessert, we leave. He opens the car door for me and drive back to my apt. We share a little peck and I go home alone.

Wardrobe: Navy blue and cream tunic dress, eggplant purple tights, grey/olive green pumps.

The Beautiful Asian part 4

It was a Tuesday night and the Beautiful Asian suggested that we have dinner at Montparnasse in midtown near his office. So I meet him by his building around 7 pm. He walks toward me wearing his suit and looking sexy as usual and we greet with a sweet little kiss. He tells me a little about his day as we walk over to the restaurant. He has been there several times, but I’d never even heard of it. We are seating right away during the entire meal we cant keep our hands off each other. We are surrounded by a room filled with an older crowd while we are in a corner section with our hands in inappropriate places. It was naughty but I loved it. I’m really liking this guy and feel a rush of excitement every time I see him. After dinner he tells me that he wants to take me to this great little tea spot down the street but when we got there it was closed. So we decided to grab a cab and head downtown to hang out at my place. We get there and we start talking and cuddling with the occasional kiss in between. I was feeling a lot and I may have let it get the better of me because I begin speaking about us and asking him what he is feeling and what he wants. I know its too early to have these types of conversations but I of course couldn’t shut up and continued rambling to the point where he had to almost lecture me about how all this talk is affecting him, It was having a negative impact on him. I started off as this cool, smart, confident woman that he was excited about and now I’m acting like some stupid, insecure little girl. He asked me what he could do to get me to trust him, but I kept telling him that my man issues were not his fault and that I apologize for making him pay for someone else’s mistakes. He knows that what I’m going through has nothing to do with him but the conversation we had was still serious enough for him to freak out. After a couple of hours it was time for him to go, so I walk him to the door and we kiss goodnight. I wonder if I will see him or even hear from him again. Shit, looks like I ran away yet another man.

Wardrobe: Black sheer blouse, high-waisted jeans, black stilettos

The European Doctor part 5

We hadn’t seen each other in a while and I was wondering if I was still interested in him so I agreed to have dinner with him. I chose to meet him at an Argentinean/Spanish spot called La Zarza. Food sucked, and the waiter was really slow. Man I have not had much luck with trying new places recently. The entire time, he was being sweet and charming and I usually like it but this time I just wasn’t into it. Guess that saying, out of sight-out of mind is kinda true. I mean he’s a wonderful guy and I would like to continue hanging out with him, but I don’t see him as the one. That night all he talked about was medical stuff and I love that he is passionate about his profession but its really the only thing he has to talk about. So after about 2 hours of this, he walks me home and we arrive to my building shortly after. I had my keys all ready and wasn’t planning on engaging in a stoop make up session because for me the spark was no longer there. I guess he felt differently and proceeded to kiss me. I didn’t want to be rude or hurt his feelings, so I kissed him back but I definitely held back significantly. He wants us to go on a double date with his friend and one of my friends…you know..Martina. My double date partner in crime, so we will see. But I think I just want to be friends with him. And well hey it doesn’t hurt to have a doctor friend especially when you don’t have medical insurance.

Wardrobe: Black, open back blouse, dark pencil leg jeans, Black Chanel peep toe heels

The Investment Banker 3

So for my birthday, the investment banker, who by the way, I’m growing increasingly annoyed with and cant figure out why I even respond to his text messages but anyway, back to my story..He decides to invite me to brunch for my birthday aka cheap date. For someone with $$ he is awfully cheap. We went to local place in the East village called Westville. Wasn’t impressed by this place, or anything it contained. In fact, it was probably the driest turkey burger I’ve had in my entire life. So he picked me up as usual and asked me if I wanted my gift before brunch or after. First of all, why did he get me a gift? I was puzzled by this. He didn’t know me well enough to know what I even like. So I told him after. He actually mentioned that he had 2 gifts for me. I wasn’t excited because I knew it wasn’t shoes. Yes I asked him if it was shoes…lol So we finish our borderline shitty brunch and we go back to his car so he can drop me off. I told him I had a photo shoot at 4:30 (he thought we were going to spend the day together) He probably should have asked first ahead of time instead of assuming that bullshit. He said he would drive me to the photo shoot and would wait while I gathered a few things at my apt. So before I headed up to get my stuff, he reaches in the back seat to give me my gift. And guess what it was…a box of fucking panties from Victoria’s Secret. OK first of all, this was ONLY the 3rd times I’ve seen this man in my life. Secondly we have NEVER slept together nor are we in a relationship so the fact that he gave me lingerie and had the effin balls to tell me he wanted me to try them on for him was retarded and incredibly inappropriate. I looked at him and asked him if he was out of his mind! He didn’t get it. And on top of that, which was even more insulting was that he didn’t even have enough sense to know that Victoria’s secret isn’t good stuff. I mean he makes enough $$ to afford La Perla or agent provocateur, but no. He gives me cheesy panties from VS that were too big and in styles I would never select for myself. I was pissed so I asked him about the 2nd gift he said he got for me. LOL and guess what this jackass said! Oh it’s at my place and you have to come over to get it. Does he think I’m retarded? I would never go back to his place again after he tried to get into my pants on our first date. I was grossed out but still let him drive me uptown to the shoot (it was raining and I was wearing the Chanel Ostrich heels) At every stop light, he became even more annoying and gross by grabbing me and trying to make out with me. I had enough and finally had to be a total bitch with him and tell him not to fucking touch me. So we get to the shoot location, and I make him come up with me because I knew that if I had him just drop me off, he would have tried to kiss me again and I wasn’t having it. So we go up, he meets my amazing photographer friend and gives me a hug goodbye. Now he’s asking to see the photos. Holy hell!

Wardrobe: dark skinny jeans, Chanel heels, button down shirt

The Beautiful Asian part 3

So I was invited to my friend Suze’s birthday party at the Brass monkey last Friday night. I needed a date so I asked the beautiful Asian if he would be down for taking a trip to the meat packing that night. He was all for it and I think he’d been there before. I don’t go to bars, but I think I’d heard of it once. Anywayssss, he meets me at my apt and comes up for a little while. We had a glass of champagne and just hung out for a while before heading out. We ended up getting there around 11:30-ish and it took us about 20 minutes to find her because the place was jammed packed with unfortunate bridge and tunnel people. So we finally find her and we hug and hang out for a little while before she continues mingling. The beautiful Asian and I sit down and enjoy some adult bevies and chit chat. That’s when one of my models shows up. He had been calling me and I totally forgot that I even invited him..So I introduced him to my date and he proceeds to tell me that Chantal (an underage model) isn’t able to get in because she didn’t have a fake ID. So we all head outside to see if we can somehow persuade the bouncer to let her in. Why she was out the night before and early flight to Greece was beyond me, but whatever. So we hang out a bit longer before I grew bored of the situation and the beautiful Asian and I decide to leave. We head back to my apt for a few hours of making out and then he headed home.

Wardrobe: faux python shiny leggings, mens plaid button, black stiletto booties.

The Jewelry Guy

I met this guy when I was at a party at The Rivington hotel and it took place in the Penthouse suite/private rooftop. I was chatting with my girlfriend Laura and somehow we ended up in conversation with the Jewelry guy and his British friend. Anyway, eventually she got bored and jumped into the hot tub with her dress on and I continued talking to this guy. He invited me to a pool party in Long Island that weekend, but I declined the offer. So instead we exchanged info and eventually went on a date not long after. We went on several dates actually but nothing ever really happened with him. He was a really nice guy, but all he talked about was Jewelry and only watch the Home Shopping Network when they were doing Gem showcases. Or he would be online looking at Jewelry while I was hanging out at his apt. He worked in the business, but he was obsessed to the point where it was the only thing he ever had to talk about. It was boring and I had no interest in his diamonds unless he was going to give me some. He never did by the way. Another thing is that he mostly ate at whole foods. He never bought groceries home or really ate out a lot and he would oftentimes invite me to dinner at whole foods which I think was pretty lame since I KNOW he made a lot of money. He never really took me anywhere fancy mostly because that just wasn’t his style but he also had no game either. It took him a really long time to try to kiss me and he never slipped me the tongue. Once while we were laying on his sofa though, I was surprised when he rubbed my bum and slipped his hand down the back on my pants. I tried not to laugh and enjoy the moment. Anyway after a couple of months of ordering take out and watching TV with him or going to whole food or the occasional mid tier restaurant, he decided to fall off the face of the Earth. That’s right, He decided to stop calling me. He sent me a really long text message saying that he was going through some personal and family crisis and hoped that I would be supportive and was sorry about not being able to get into any detail about it. I shook it off and moved on until I realized that I left a pair of earrings at his apt. I let him know about it and a couple months later while dining with my friend Jill for her birthday party, he drove to the place we were at to give them back to me. I went outside and he was in his black Mercedes Benz with a bunch of other people. He handed me the earrings wrapped in tissue. Then I turned around in my fabulous outfit and walked away without saying a word. I think that the way he ended things with me were coward like and I didn’t want anything to do with him. Time has passed since then obviously and we are now friends who keep in touch on occasion. I know he regrets how foolish he was and it feels great!

The Model

So I met this model while attending an American Apparel Party with my friend Lil B. Yea that’s what we call him. This party was like a full on orgy without sex. A pool party inside a swanky NYC hotel in midtown called hotel QT. Anyway, Lil B and I were in the pool and drinking and were making out for the photographer who was there in several areas of this party including the steam room, the sauna and the shower room. It was fun and crazy and we made out not because we liked each other like that, but because everyone else was doing it. So toward the end of the night, I began to wind down and was sitting alone by the pool in my Stella McCartney bikini when this guy comes and sits next to me. He introduces himself and tells me he is a model with Wilhelmina…Wilhelmina in Miami, not NY. Big difference you guys. Anyway, by the end of the convo I gave him my number. This was before I swore off models and stopped giving my number out. Anyway we went out a few times, he met some of my friends. Some of them liked him, and others couldn’t stand him. I was totally into him and his big crazy curls and cool sense of style. He use to bartend to make extra $$ and my girlfriends and I would always go where he was working and he would give us free drinks. This was also before I stopped drinking cocktails too. We were clearly together by anyone’s definition and we had a lot of fun. We even went to church together once and that was when I met his friends for the first time. He seemed cool, respectful and well rounded. Anyway, fast-forward a couple of months. One night we were laying in bed, fooling around of course, and I asked him if he has slept with anyone else since we were dating, and without hesitation or even regret, he replied yes. He told me it was some girl he met in NY who was visiting from Miami but that there was nothing between them and he didn’t speak to her anymore. I immediately felt sick, and grossed out and told him that he makes me sick and that he was gross. He then replied with “ Do you want me to leave?” I said nothing, which was his cue to get the fuck out! So out the Fuck he got, and I never called him again. Fast-forward another couple of months. I’m already over him, and he calls me out of the blue and acts like nothing had ever happened. He said he was making his rounds to the modeling agencies to seek representation and wanted to stop by the agency that I worked at. So I said fine, stop by. So he came, I sent my assistant to retrieve his book and pass around the table. They all said no, and so she gave his book back to him. Before he left though, he handed my assistant a single, long stemmed red rose and asked her to give it to me. I sort of felt bad for that male slut. He not only got rejected by the agency, but by me since he thinks that an effin rose would ever make up for the fact that he Fucked some nasty random, Miami chick. I just looked at him, and waved goodbye.

The Bulgarian Guy part 3

So The Bulgarian called me and told me that he was having dinner with his brother and his brother’s fiancé Sunday night and extended an invitation to me to come along. He told me the restaurant was called The River Café located in Brooklyn. Yes we all know how I feel about boroughs but this was a jacket required, 5 star, Manhattan view type of restaurant and we also know I will take full advantage of any opportunity to dress up. So dress up I did by busted out my yellow Diane Von Furstenberg backless dress to wear for this grand occasion. I mean it was going to be the first time seeing the Bulgarian in closed toed shoes, and formal attire. Dinner was another late one, and they didn’t pick me up until nearly 10 pm in a drive by taxi. Once we arrive, the driver drops us off RIGHT next to a koi pond and I could have fallen in if I wasn’t an expert in the art of wearing heels. We walk inside and were seated right away and the waiter brings over 4 glasses of champagne for us. Sweet, but what I really wanted was food. I was starving and hadn’t had anything to eat since 2 pm that day. So the birthday girl (Yea I found out later that night that it was her birthday) ordered Cristal Champagne, 2 bottles to be exact and it was lovely. This may have quite possibly been the most decadent dinner I’ve ever attended. We had Lobster, Oysters with Caviar, etc and that was just appetizers. For dinner I had the sea bass and The Bulgarian (as well as the rest of the table) had the Salmon. We shared each other’s entrée and he held my hand and told me how beautiful he thought I was. We spoke about Paris and my birthday. He asked what I shoe size was..hmmm wondering if I’m getting a new pair of Chanel heels from him..Keep you posted on that. After dinner we had our desserts and took some photos. They all kept saying I looked like a model, but I don’t like to listen to nonsense like that so I blew it off. We finished up around 12:30 am, got a car from valet and drove back to the city. Once we got to my building, I passed out kisses and The Bulgarian walked me to my front door. He kissed me goodnight and once again told me he loved me. I pretended like I didn’t hear him and walked inside alone. He was VERY handsome that night and I’m really excited about seeing what could develop between us. Looks like there are 2 contenders in the race for my heart!

Wardrobe: Yellow backless DVF mini dress, black heels, silver metal belt, Black Chanel bag.

The Beautiful Asian part 2

We made plans to have dinner on a Saturday night. He picked me up (yes again sans car…so cute) around 7ish and we went to the movies first since dinner wasn’t until 10pm. We saw Tropic Thunder instead of a comedy show which he suggested (and bought tickets for) earlier. Maybe we will do that another time, but we both really wanted to see Tropic Thunder and it was hilarious. We took a cab from my place to the theater in Union Square, which was packed since it was raining and I guess everyone decided to go to the movies that day. Thank goodness he bought tickets on Fandango to make sure we got a seat. We held hands, and he rubbed my leg while we laughed at Ben Stiller. The movie ended around 9iish and we cab it over to Il Buco in Soho. He had passed by this place several times and was curious to try it. It’s a rustic, romantic 5 star restaurant and the food was superb. We order fresh mozzarella, ceviche scallops, and olives for aperitifs, and for our entrée we had some amazing fresh pasta and I order tile file. I had never heard of tilefish, but it was good. Everything we ate was beautiful, but the wine, not so much. He ordered some red wine from Spain which was disgusting and neither of us could swallow it. I’m not sure if it was nasty or perhaps my palate isn’t as sophisticated as I thought. So we ordered a bottle of white wine, which was much better. After dinner, we shared a chocolate tort for dessert and kissed in between each course and trips to the restroom. The place was completely lit by candles and it was warm and cozy. The perfect spot for a romantic date. He definitely made up for our last dinner disaster. So after dinner, we got a cab and drove to my apt. I have told him several times that I wasn’t going to invite him into my apt. He said he understood and was happy to wait for his invitation down the line. Well I decided that night he deserved to come up. Besides, It had been a week since I last saw him, and I actually missed him…Scary liking a boy already. We went upstairs and immediately retired to my bedroom where we had the most amazing 3-4 hour make out session. It was exactly what I wanted at the moment, and he did try to do some naughty things, but I resisted the urge and he didn’t press or complain. Most men would have grown frustrated and left after about an hour, but not him. I was impressed. So around 2ish in the A.M. I told him that we should call it a night. So I walked him to the door and we said our goodnights. Awww it’s almost like high school again. Very innocent and sweet and I’m enjoying it thoroughly.

Wardrobe: Black mini skirt with pockets, Beige open back top, copper wire belt, black stiletto booties, classic black Chanel bag

The Fat Wannabe Chef

I met this loser through CBD and he actually cancelled on me on our online arrangement and they allowed him to contact me via email to explain and he told me that he would like to make plans again which we did. We went to a movie at The Angelika in Soho (the movie sucked, nuff said about that) Then we had dinner at Blue ribbon. The food was incredible just like I had been told by several people. He was a self-proclaimed foodie and all he did was try to teach me about reductions, and different cooking techniques. So lame, but whatever he took me to some nice places so that was worth it for me. We also went to momofuko and that’s where I ate brussel sprouts for the first time and actually enjoyed them. He lived in NJ and would drive into the city for our dates and would always drive me home afterwards. He would open the door for me and we would hug goodnight. He never tried to kiss me thank god. Oh wait I forgot to tell you, when we first spoke on the phone before out first date, he told me that his body type was “slender”..his words, but homeboy was FAAARRR from slender. He was kinda hefty and had the nerve to wear layers too. He also had a bit of a Jew fro and an unusually large head. He also drove a shitty car with one of those bars you lock on the steering wheel. He was AWESOME to say the least (note the sarcasm). Anyway after a few weeks of dinners, he was leaving to Europe for holiday and about a week before he was scheduled to leave, the coward decided to send me an email to “break up” with me. LOL, not that I cared, but he gave me some lame spill about how he was at a place in his life where he didn’t think he was ready to date and was hoping that his trip will help him sort of what he wants in life, etc, whatever. So I write him back saying…” enjoy your trip, talk to you when I talk to you” peace out. At first I was thankful that he broke it off so I wouldn’t have to do it, but then I got so annoyed at the fact that he took such a lame bitch assed approach to it. But anyway, never heard from him again and I’m sure he is still in NJ at his stupid job wishing he was on top chef.

Frenchy

I met Frenchy over the summer one evening while riding the C train to the Upper West side to go to my friend Juan’s apt. I noticed this really cute guy in the same subway car as me and we locked eyes a couple of times. Once I arrived at my stop, I got off and proceeded to walk to Juan’s apt. As I approached the corner, I heard someone behind me trying to capture my attention. So I turned and it was the subway cutie. We apparently got off at the same stop. He started to speak to me and I immediately realized that he spoke NO ENGLISH. He literally said “ you, me number” LOL. It was cute and I was instantly attracted to him. So I gave him my number even though we never really spoke on the phone and I cant remember how we made our plans to hang out since he literally knew 12 words of English and I knew just the same amount of French. Anyway, we hung out a handful of times and had some borderline amazing love sessions. I don’t know, but there’s just something so sexy about being with a man who doesn’t speak the same language as you. When we spoke, we had to hand the French to English dictionary back and forth to each other. It was hilarious to watch I’m sure but was pretty educational for me. I don’t remember much of what he taught me other than “mignon” means cute in French. After a couple of weeks of this summer romance, he decided that he wanted me to move to Paris to be with him and bear 10 of his babies. I’m not even halfway joking and neither was he. I tried my best to explain to him that he was ridiculous and sometimes I wonder if he is still waiting me to arrive in France.

The Adopted Guy

I was browsing though the CL personals Ad’s and came across one that sounded really nice, and sincere so I figured why not! So I sent him an email saying hello and telling him a little bit about myself. He responded with a really nice message and a photo. He wasn’t ugly, but totally not my type at all. So instead of wasting anyone’s time, specifically mine, I decided to ignore his email and not reply. About a day later, he wrote me again asking if he scared me off with his photo or what he wrote to me. So I figured I should at least let him down easy this time. I told him that no, he didn’t scare me off, but that I simply didn’t think we were a match and left it at that. Then he replied insisting that I should give him a chance and that he really wanted to meet me and if he didn’t make me laugh then he would never bother me again. So I figured, FINE I will at least get a free dinner out of it. So I met him at Suba in the Lower East Side for dinner. He was waiting at the bar when I arrived and he looked exactly like his photo. Don’t get me wrong, its not that he wasn’t attractive, I just wasn’t attracted to him. So he told me the story about how he was adopted and was literally found on the street in Queens when he was 22 months old. His birth parents were both 16 and 5’5 and I guess they didn’t have any help. That was really sad but he ended up getting adopted by the couple that found him. He grew up in the West village with brothers and sisters of all different ethnicities. He had an amazing life story to tell the truth. So anyway, he promised that he would make me laugh but instead he ended up offending me a number of different times. For example, the restaurant was pretty loud so when he would say something and I couldn't hear him, I asked him to repeat himself, but instead of just repeating himself, he would imitate a retarded person with hand language and speak with a “retard voice” I gave a “look” each time he did that until finally I had to tell this loser about himself and explain how un-cool that was. He tried to explain himself and say how he was joking and trying to make me laugh, but that was the absolute wrong way to do it. And then he had the NERVE order champagne as if we were celebrating something. He was trying so hard, but failed miserably. So after dinner, which by the way wasn’t THAT good, I’d had enough and wanted to go home. He offered to walk me home, but I insisted that I wanted to walk alone. So I went home and later that night I checked my email ( or was it the next day I cant remember) and he sent me an email thanking me for coming out even though I didn’t want to and asked if we should see each other again. Sheesh this guy must be a glutton for disappointment or something. I told him that we could hang out again sure, but only as friends and told him to let me know if he was cool with that. I never heard from him again after that. Good riddens loser!

Wardrobe: who cares, cant remember

The Beautiful Asian

OK remember the beautiful Asian who ignored me at Le souk when I went on that double date? Well then you know he ended up walking me home that night. I honestly didn’t think he would call me and I never give my number out to men so giving it to him was pretty major in my opinion. He was effin beautiful and his smile was insanely intoxicating. So he picked me up at my apt (which no one has ever done unless they were driving, and he wasn’t) and we walked over to this north African restaurant called Nomad. The food sucks and we vowed never to return there again. We shared a bottle wine and we sat next to each other. He told me about his family, specifically his parents since he is an only child. I asked him if he was selfish which most only children are. I also told him a little about my family and how I grew up. The conversation was nice and it flowed smoothly. I felt really comfortable and wasn’t sure if it was because there was chemistry or if it was the wine. I hope it was because I was into him. By the way, I forgot to mention the most impressive part. He was wearing the hottest suit. He came to me directly after work so he was still in his work attire. The suit was slim fitting and custom obviously and was dark blue. He had on a thin striped tie and cuff links and was holding a little briefcase. There is nothing sexier to me than a man in a great suit or in scrubs☺ and he looked hot! I was very impressed. He is going to be buying his 1st apt pretty soon too and he told me that I could help him decorate…ooh project. Super excited about that. Now lets hope his new place in downtown ( We all know I don't like to travel above 14th st., or God forbid another borough) and has 2 bathrooms. Stay tuned…


Wardrobe: Dark skinny jeans, yellow vintage blouse, chanel pumps

The European Doctor part 4

The European Doctor claimed that he wanted to cook for me on one of our previous dates, so when he called and wanted to make plans, he invited me to come over to his place. I told him I didn’t need him to cook for me, but he insisted anyway. So I took a cab down to his place on wall street where he lives and arrived at a HUGE high rise apartment. He opened the door and was wearing jeans, a popped collar polo shirt, and flip flops. His cousin wasn’t home ( did I mention that his cousin lives with him?) She was out of town for the long weekend. I walked in to his 31st floor apt and was pleasantly surprised by his place. It was small, but very chic. He has 4 apple laptops which was weird, but whatever. He cooked fusili with pesto and mozzarella, greek salad, and smoked salmon. We also drank this beautiful wine that he couldn’t stop talking about on a couple of other dates. He’s actually a really good cook and I wished that I was hungrier and could have finished my food. After dinner we retreated to the sofa for a make out session. Things got pretty hot and heavy and at one point, he was completely naked. He was touching me and trying to get to my goodies…You all know how I feel about that, but I didn’t give it up! Then I asked him to put on his scrubs which he happily did and can I just say how effin sexy he looks in scrubs! HOLY CRAP!! You would have creamed your pants if you saw how hot he looked in them and it took a lot of will power not to give in. Thank the goddess and mother nature that TOM was in town. But no seriously, nothing would have happened anyway. I'm just not that type of girl. After a couple of hours of fooling around, I needed to leave and go home. So he got dressed, and walked me outside and helped me flag down a cab. He gave me $25 so I could get home safely. So sweet of him

Wardrobe: jeans and jeans rolled up, flats

Mr. Stunning Blue Eyes part 3

I have past by Pylos several times so I was extra excited when Mr. Stunning Blue eyes suggested that we have dinner there. When I arrived he was getting $$ from the ATM machine outside the restaurant. I was wearing really high stilettos and was almost taller than him. In fact I think I may have been taller than him. We go inside and he orders wine and we order food. The fried zucchini is amazing and a half! Try it! He was telling me about this thing called Accomplice New York which is like a scavenger hunt in different neighborhoods in the city. He’s done it before and asked if I would be down with trying. I was all about it and he actually ended up buying tickets for us on the 22nd of Sept which is 3 days before my birthday. I wonder if he will buy me a gift on our scavenger hunt or if the scavenger hunt IS my gift. Is it weird to want a gift from him for my birthday even though we have only been on 3 dates? That night he also told me more about his two daughters and guess what! They are half Chinese. I bet they are Stunning too. Mixed kids are the best. So after dinner, he walked me home. At first he gave me a hug and a kiss on the neck..Weird, but I didn’t mind. Then he sort of lingered and said he was excited about doing the Accomplice NY thing with me and I reciprocated. Then he moved toward me and gave me an awkward little peck on my mouth. Well it was half my lips, half my cheek..He's so cute and awkward. awwww

Wardrobe: straight leg jeans, yellow knit sweater, black stiletto booties

The Hobbit

Whoa, I knew he was short, but Holy Hell! I met him at Mercadito, which is this really good Mexican spot in the East village. I was sooo happy with my food, but was less than impressed with this guy’s need to over compensate for his lack of height by using excessive profanity and trying to look cool by talking with his hands. WTF, your not italian or latino. I didn’t say that out loud, but I was thinking it. He was so small that he couldn’t even finish his burrito, which in my opinion makes him a pussy. How could anyone respect someone like that? I could have finished that in like 10 minutes depending on how much I was starving. He also has a sleeve of tattoos on his scrawny arms and didn’t dress well. He had nice teeth though and was nice. After lunch, I REALLY wanted coffee, but this place, to my surprise ONLY had disgusting American coffee. So I suggested that we go to cocoa bar in the Lower East Side. So we start to walk over there ( meanwhile people were staring at us because I was SO much taller than him). When we got there, the place wasn’t open. Guess they decided to celebrate Labor day, but Hello, people STILL need their coffee and chocolate fixes. Whatever,, so he whips out his new iphone and tries to find an alternative place. He failed at that. Still not impressed. So after about 30 minutes, I was getting too hot and growing increasingly annoyed with this short man, and told him I was going home. I didn’t want him to walk me there because I wanted to make phone calls on my cell phone and talk shit about him to my friends, but he just followed me. The funny part was when we said goodbye at my front steps, he tried to kiss my cheek but missed, and kissed the “air”…So lame…NEXT!

Wardrobe:
Dark skinny jeans, backless blouse, grey suede pumps

The Bulgarian Guy part 2

I finally found out what his name was over dinner at Lucien. I made him spell it for me as I recorded it in my cell. Its really weird and hard to pronounce. We were starving and after waiting an hour to be seated we ordered our dinner. I had linguine with a whole lobster and he had Salmon. We talked and he kept saying that he wants to fix up his apt for me when I move in! WOW, this guy is too fast for me. I said..hmm maybe next year, we will see. I can’t believe he is already thinking about this. Well scratch that, I can. He has been in love with me for 3 years and is ready to settle down with me. I’m just not sure yet and I’m in no hurry to make any rash decisions about anyone yet. It has after all only been a few weeks since my break up with the guy who devastated me. After dinner we had espresso and dessert. Also by the way, he is taking me to Paris this Fall. We had a conversation earlier in the day and he mentioned that he wanted to go away on holiday with me and asked me where I wanted to go. I told him I wanted to go to Europe somewhere. Paris was the obvious choice for him since he knows the city. He lived there for 5 years and he said it’s the perfect place for lovers. We have never slept together, but whatever. I’m soooo excited that I get to go to Paris. He is also already planning my birthday next month, which is sweet. After dinner and dessert, he walked me home hand in hand. I was feeling nervous because I didn’t want to run into any of the other men I’m dating so I was keeping a look out to try and avoid any uncomfortable run-in’s. Luckily it was fine and there wasn’t anyone to hide from. We get to my building and he gives me a peck on the lips goodnight and he hugs me close and rubs my back. Then he tells me goodnight and as I was about to walk in, he kisses me again but this time it was a REAL kiss. This was our first real kiss. It was nice and his body felt soooo good. He has an incredible body by the way! After our goodnight kiss, I turn to walk inside and he says “ goodnight babe, love you” Hmmmm, not sure what to do with that just yet, but more to come on him…

Wardrobe: Navy blue mini skirt, pink, white and blue striped t-shirt, black peep toe heels.

The Double Date

So my friend Martina and I went on a double date with The Lawyer Dude and his friend who he not only works with but lives with too. I don’t know but having a roommate when you’re in your late 30’s is kinda weird to me, but his friend was younger. Anyway, we all agreed to have dinner at The Mercer Kitchen at The Mercer Hotel in Soho. Martina and I got there before them and ordered a drink at the bar while we waited. When they arrived, we were clearly dressed for different dates. Martina and I were dressed up and were very chic. They both had on jeans and Lawyer dude had the nerve to wear along with his jeans a white Hanes t-shirt with a really gay vest. Anyway, the food was incredible and the dessert was better than sex..TRUST ME! After dinner and a couple bottles of delicious wine, we all went to Merc Bar for drinks. We were seated and we ordered drinks and all sat very close. We talked, played, and flirted (with our dates as well as with other men in there) There were some REALLY gorgeous guys at Merc Bar that night, namely one really handsome Argentinean man who asked me to marry him and gave me his card. Of course I asked him if he needed a green card after his proposal, but he didn't need it. He is an art director and was very sweet. I only chatted with him briefly, and told him I would email him. While back at our table, I noticed this borderline perfect looking man, obviously a model, and we kept making eyes at each other. He was with some ordinary looking woman and I wasn’t sure if she was his date or not, but I didn’t approach him even though I really wanted to talk to him. I guess it was for the best anyway since I have sworn off models anyway. So after a couple more drinks and some fun laughs and photo ops with our dates, my date, the lawyer dude decided he was bored, and left. I’m not sure if he even said goodbye to me, which didn’t phase me one bit. Its not like I’m even into him anyway. So the 3 of us stayed and hung out a bit longer before we decided to go to Le Souk in the East village…Clearly I only hang out downtown. So we get there and the chick at the door wanted us to wait in line. LOL, yea I NEVER wait in line so I asked the male doorman to let us in which he happily obliged. The bitchy female door person coped an attitude when she saw us go in, but I just shook it off and walked inside with Martina and this dude. We get in and we go to the bar. We had some drinks and started dancing. After about an hour we got bored, but not long enough to actually loose the dude. We sort of looked for him but gave up pretty quickly. So after we got bored, we decided to leave. We were walking down the street and were stopped by these 3 guys who wanted to party but weren’t with any girls and couldn’t get in anywhere. One claimed he was a doctor and promised me a pair of Christian Louboutin shoes if I got him and his friends into Le Souk. Of course being a little buzzed I believed him even though the beginning of our conversation was pretty nasty. I don’t remember exactly but the short Mexican one who said he was a doctor hit on me, and I probably said something really cunty to him. Anyway, after about 30 minutes of hanging with these dudes in the street, we walked them into Le Souk. I wasn’t planning to stay but ended up meeting another Investment banker and danced with him as well as a group of guys who all took turns dancing with me. After about an hour of non-stop ass shaking, I needed to sit down. So I sat down next to this guy who was quick to fall in love with me and put his arm around me and offered me some hookah. We chatted and hung and then his Gorgeous Asian friend came over and sat down with us. I told him immediately how beautiful he was, but he wasn’t feeling me or my over the top flirtation. But I kept smoking hookah and talked to his friend. The MOMENT I started ignoring the beautiful Asian was when he decided I was worth his conversation, so he ordered me to come sit next to him which I happily did. We talked for a while and after a few minutes, his friend decided he was going to leave. Later on the Beautiful Asian showed me a text message from his friend saying “ bad form man, bad form” Apparently the beautiful Asian cock blocked his friend. I didn’t even know his friend REALLY liked me. Its not like he offered me his number or a pair of shoes. So Martina decided to leave with one of the guys we escorted in and I stayed with my Beautiful Asian. This guy had the most amazing smile I’ve ever seen. Sort of like Tyrese but not black. We lounged and talked, and then ended up making out. By this time though, I was getting tired and wanted to go home. It was 4:30 am and raining and The beautiful Asian and I left. He walked me the 2 blocks home, gave me a kiss goodnight and told me he would call me. We’ll see….

Wardrobe: Black mini and high-waisted leather skirt, “ War is over, if you want it Shirt”, Chanel heels, Chanel Bag, silver belt.

Mr. Stunning Blue Eyes part 2

I chose for us to have dinner at CentoVini which is a great Italian spot I have passed by several times in Soho and have wanted to try for a while. When I got there he hadn’t arrived yet so I texted him to let him know I would be waiting at the bar for him. Not long after he told me that he went to the wrong place and would be there in 10 minutes. While I was waiting, the host offered to have dinner with me if my date didn’t show up. He was handsome so I figured I’d be eating there either way, but with who was still up for grabs. Anyway, so he showing up (he was about 20 minutes late) but you cant get mad at this guy. He’s so sweet and unassuming that you just have to roll with it. Once he arrives, we are seated right away and he orders us a beautiful bottle of red wine. The wine and food were amazing and we talked about our days. He also told me that he was into extreme sports and had gone sky-diving, and went to trapeze lessons with his daughters. This was all so fascinating for me because I had always wanted to try these things but was too chicken to do it. He actually told me that he would like to take me. Hmm not sure how successful he’ll be at getting me out to Long Island but it was a nice gesture nonetheless. Then I told him about how I was planning to a trip to Barcelona for New Years and he told me would help me find a good deal on a flight. He’s so thoughtful this guy and very sweet. I wish I were attracted to him. His blue eyes really are the most spectacular things about him physically. Anyway, after some great dinner and borderline amazing conversation, he walked me home. WOW I’m so impressed by the chivalry that has taken place in my life recently. I don’t know what it is but up until now, NY men NEVER walked me home. When we got to my building, he gave a big hug and told me he would see me soon. He have another date planned, so stay tuned for more him.

Wardrobe: Cant remember, but I KNOW I was wearing heels… duh..

The European Doctor part 3

So I made reservations for us to have dinner at this little “French” Bistro called Antibibes. Strangely enough, the only thing French about this place was the tiny wine list. They had mostly Italian dishes on the menu. I had never been before but it looked good on the website. The food wasn’t anything to talk about so I won’t. Anyway, he was waiting for me outside when I arrived. He was wearing a pink polo shirt, jeans and glasses. This was the first time I’d seen him in glasses and he looked really adorable in them. So we ate and shared a bottle of red and as the wine began to take its toll some flirtation began to erupt which followed with an over the table smootch. No tongue, gross! I don’t make out in restaurants unless I’m in a fairly private area and we were right in the front surrounded by loud and annoying people. After dinner we took a look at the dessert menu and of course the ONE thing that I wanted wasn’t available that night. I guess they sold out or something..whatever. So we decided to leave. Oh by the way, I forgot to mention that he had a 10 pm curfew that night. Guess he needed to get home to study and sleep. So like the perfect gentleman that he is, he walked me home. As we got to my building there was a couple outside fighting which I knew was going to totally ruin the mood I was in. I was full, wined up, and feeling strong sexual chemistry with this guy. Of course I wasn’t going to have him come up because I still don’t know him PLUS everyone knows I don’t sleep with men that I’m not in a relationship with. So I took one step up on my stoop (at this point we are eye level) and I turn around and I’m not sure who kissed who, but I suddenly found myself wrapped up in an amazing and totally sexy lip lock session with him. His hands caressed my back and hips and our bodies were perfectly aligned closely to each other. He subtly asked if he could come up when I “reminded” him of his curfew. Even if he didn’t have one, I’m sure I would have found a couple of other excuses not to invite him up. I know this sounds harsh and prudish but when it comes to dating. I’m VERY old fashioned. A man has to work to earn my affection and he is no exception even though he is rather exceptional. Stay tuned…

Wardrobe: Tight skinny jeans, plaid button down men’s shirt, black leather motorcycle jacket, Chanel heels, gold bangles

The Investment Banker 2

The Investment banker who by the way claims to be half French, and half Spanish, but looks like he may be of middle eastern or west Indian descent told me that he wanted to take me to dinner. He texted me and told me he would pick me up at 6:30. Pretty early, so luckily for him I have a flexible schedule. He arrives right on time and I go downstairs where he is double parked waiting for me in his Range Rover. He told me he wanted to take me to one of this favorite places but it happened to be in Queens. Thank God I brought my passport and he was driving because otherwise I wouldn’t have gone. So we arrive at this little spot called “Pio Pio”. It’s a Peruvian spot and we were seated right away. The place was really loud but the food was really good and so was the Sangria. The table was tiny and he literally ordered everything that was on the menu because I made the bold statement earlier that I could “out-eat” him. I didn’t even make a dent in my pile of food. So after dinner, we left and the view of Manhattan from the bridge was stunning. He was telling me about his new apt and how he got California closets installed, etc. I pictured his place to be your typical NY bachelor pad with the cheesy leather couch, and the bad lighting, but he surprised me when he said he had a red sofa from pottery barn. He asked if I wanted to see his place. At first I said no, but was curious and justified stopping by since it was on the way to my place. OK, not at all what I was expecting or hoping. It was smaller than I’d imagined and it looked a bit like temporary housing. It was quite sterile and not so lived in. The furniture was ill placed, no color or art on the walls, and a really tacky rug that was entirely too big for the space. Of course I told him ALL of this and he said, to my shock and amazement “ I’ll give you a budget and you go and pick out what I need to decorate the place”. Lol, like I have time for that, but I figured it might be fun and hey I could pick up a little something something for myself while I’m at it. So while I was inspecting the apt, he decided he would try to distract me by pulling me over to his red PB sofa. At this moment, I knew what was up. He wasn’t that slick…so yea he tried to put the moves on me. I obliged and kissed him back but tried to turn the focus back to why I REALLY came there, and it certainly wasn’t to make out! Then he asked if I wanted to see the rooftop, so we went upstairs and he showed be around only long enough to try and put the moves on me yet again. What is up with this dude I was thinking. He had his hands all over me and in some inappropriate places where I had to remove his hands. So I tried to focus on the view, which was stunning by the way. He was like, hey if you and your friends ever wanna come over and hang out on the roof, I’ll give you a set of keys..LOL Wow, he decided after one date that I was worthy of keys. I must hand it to the guy, when he knows what he wants, he goes after it. Guess that’s why he’s so successful at what he does, but little does he know that he has to invest a lot more than a dinner in Queens to get me to give up my goodies….

Wardrobe: Wide leg denim trousers, yellow thrift store blouse, Green and Grey Chanel pumps

The European Doctor part 2

So, for our second date we went to THOR at the Rivington hotel which is a place I have been to a few times and really enjoy. We sat on the sofas in the lounge area up front and ordered some wine. He showed up looking handsome as usual and he was wearing jeans, a belt with sailboats on it, and a blue button down shirt. We chatted about our days and he helped me with my Italian. He really loved the place I choose and felt very comfortable there. There was a pesky mosquito that didn’t want to go away and we kept choo-ing it away during the entire evening. As time lingered on we began to get hungry so we ordered truffle fries, lobster bisque and octopus salad. The food there never disappoints and we shared our food and drank more wine. By this time, it was getting dark and the place started to get a bit busier. We were feeling full and the wine was taking its toll. He started rubbing my hands and arms and was being a little flirtatious but not in an annoying way. He has beautiful hands by the way and they are soft just as a surgeon’s hands should be. I quite enjoyed it actually because unlike him, most European’s can get a little cheesy when they flirt. He leaned in a told me I smelled nice, so I returned the favor by getting closer to him and telling him he smelled nice too. He didn’t smell like cologne at all, but clean as though he just got out of the shower..Thats my favorite! So after that, I began to lean on him and he had his arm around me and we literally were laying on the sofa like we were at home or something off in our own world. My heart started racing and I got very quiet. He proceeded to ask me what I was thinking about, and I responded with a casual “ nothing”. He asked me this quite a few times over the course of the evening each time I got quiet for a little while. I could tell we were both getting more comfortable sharing our personal space with each other and I was wondering if there could be some potential with this man. So around 10 pm we decided to leave. He walked me home and we ended up at my front door just like last time, only this time he pulled me toward him and he kissed me☺ After our kiss I looked at him and smiled like a shy little girl. I wasn’t really expecting it and he told me that someone told him that American’s usually wait till the 3rd date to kiss (whoever told him that is stupid) but he said that he didn’t want to wait and did what he felt. I’m glad he doesn’t listen to dumb advice. The kiss wasn’t AMAZING, but I could tell he was a little nervous. Maybe it will be better next time. We’ll see….

Wardrobe: Dark skinny jeans, sheer mocha toned blouse, grey Marc Jacobs pumps

The Lawyer Dude

I went out with Lawyer dude one evening after work and I chose Elizabeth in Noho since I liked the Lucite chairs they had in the outdoor dining area. He said he was going to be a bit late so I didn’t rush to get there. I was on my way over when he texted me telling he was at the bar. He was on drink 2 when I finally arrived. He was dressed in an ill-fitted pin striped suit with a white pocket square, white button down and pink paisley printed tie…I kid you not! BUT, he was friendly and nice and greeted me with a smile that showed off his dimples. Did you know that dimples are actually a birth defect? No lie, look it up. Anyway, I ordered a glass of wine at the bar with him and he suggested shortly after that we get a table for dinner. Thank the goddess because I was starving like a hostage! We were seated and we ordered right away. The food was good and it came out pretty quickly. Not sure just how concerned I should be about that but I didn’t get sick. We ate..He let me try his brussell sprouts and I let him sample my mussels. During dinner, I wasn’t sure if he liked me or not because he wasn’t very engaging. It wasn’t until we left and went to Balthazar for dessert that he showed his interest a bit more. Maybe it was the wine and chocolate, who knows but we ended up ordering 3 desserts there and we ate all of them! We had chocolate cake, crème brulee, and chocolate fondue along with our wines. As we ate and talked, he opened up a bit more and even touched my leg..LOL. We chatted about our star signs and he claimed he knew exactly what mine was but refused to tell me. He said he would email me with it the next day and tell me. We’ll see. I tried guessing his but came up short. I think I did guess it but he didn’t want to tell me. Then we met a woman called Nadine who use to work there and she was telling him that if she were a lesbian, that she would be all over me!..lol She was fun and was wearing a fabulous cocktail ring that she designed and crafted herself. After more wine, my date with the lawyer dude and Nadine was getting better and better by the minute. I had two people on either side of me just spilling over with compliments. I didn’t know how to contain myself. But around 11 pm and I was winding down from my sugar high and wanted to call it a night. So we said bye to Nadine and he flagged down a cab for me. I cheek kissed him goodnight and went home. When I got home, I called my friend Dion to complain about how tired I am of dating, but sadly, the saga must continue..

The Bvlgari Guy

I met Bvlgari guy via CBD and he actually turned out to be pretty good looking, in fact the best looking of every guy I’ve met through them so far. Too bad he was dumb as nails but whatever. He worked in accounting for the luxury brand Bvlgari, hence his name but he lived in queens..Yuck! On our first date we met for coffee and we had a nice time chatting and asking the usually boring questions you ask on a 1st date, like where are you from (he was Romanian), what’s your sign, what’s your favorite food, etc. So after about an hour I would say, we left and made plans to see each other again. On our second date, we went to Japonais…so Yummy..go there! Anyway, we ordered and had some amazing food and semi amazing conversation. About what, I can’t quite seem to remember, but I was wondering if I could actually date someone who was handsome but not so smart. He seemed a bit distracted which is easy I guess when you have nothing going on inside your head like this guy. But I found a way to entertain myself by drinking and asking off the wall questions. We were clearly attracted to one another physically but if there was more than that eventually revealed itself when he actually decided a week later after this date that he didn’t think we were a match. Go figure..He actually had a thought in that head of his. Whatever.

The Italian

I met The Italian at an office party to celebrate the end of Fashion week. It was toward the middle of the evening when I ran into this guy (almost literally since I was a little drunk) He was perched outside the entrance of my office looking oh so Euro-chic with just a hint of arrogance. Naturally I was attracted to him. So I started talking to him., about what I can’t remember. At the end of the night, I decided that I wanted this guy and I wanted him bad!! We ended up exchanging numbers and saliva by the end of the night. So we went on our first date a few days later to this little Italian spot in Chelsea. Food was good, the energy was hot and he was so sexy. We ate, drank, and I helped him with his English. This was before I started taking Italian lessons, but I learned a lot from him. Like how to say “disgusting” and “I wanna have sex with you”. At the end of the night he walked me to the Metro and he gave me his American number. I only had his Italian number at the time. And then he kissed me. I literally felt like I was in a scene from a movie as people walked by and the wind blew and how the evening light was just perfect! It was very romantic. Fast forward a few weeks (keep in mind he was only in American for 3 months to learn English) So after a while he started to get a little TOO comfortable with me. I felt like he was treating me as though I was his little woman. Like he owned me or something. He also became pretty offensive and disrespectful. On Thanksgiving we got into a HUGE fight on the metro platform on our way to my friends dinner party in Brooklyn and because I didn’t know some silly tidbit about American history, he had the Balls to call me ignorant. What a Jackass!!! We yelled and screamed so loud that people were gawking at us. At this point I thought he was going to leave and go back to his apt and not come with me to the party (which I was hoping he would do) but no, he didn’t. He actually got onto the train with me but we sat far away from each other and we went to the party anyway. While we were there we acted as though nothing had happened and I realized as I looked at him from across the room, that I didn’t even like this guy. Not even as a person. I didn’t know what I was doing hanging out with him in the first place. He made me sick! After the party, we left and went back to my apt. He wanted to be intimate but I wasn’t having it so when he thought I was asleep, he “snuck” out of my bed and left. When I heard the door close behind him, I thought, thank God! He made this so easy for me. And for all I know he is back in his little town in Italy still living with his mother and driving his shitty car.

Mr. Stunning Blue Eyes

I met Stunning Blue Eyes through CBD thank you very much. I decided to take a Friday off and I ended up meeting with him at a pub in midtown…Yea I know.Really NOT my scene even a little bit but I got myself up there nonetheless. Anyway, when I arrived he was standing outside waiting for me. He was short but really sweet and kinda cute. His eyes were STUNNING to say the least. Everyone knows that I’m a sucker for blue eyes. So we sat at the bar and ordered some wine. I had a Riesling and he has something red. We talked pretty fluidly and the conversation was nice and fairly appropriate for a first date. He told me he was divorced after 10 years of marriage, which resulted in two daughters. That strangely enough, didn’t freak me out. I guess I was thinking that if anything were to ever come between this guy and me that I wouldn’t have to have children since he already had some. I’m still not entirely convinced of giving birth yet…Gross! So after about an hour and a half and 4 glasses of wine between the two of us..I don’t get drunk in the afternoon anymore kids…We decided to leave. He needed to get out to Long Island where he lives and I needed to continue my fabulous day off. So we exchanged information and he suggested that we go out for dinner the following week, which I agreed to. After a little goodbye cheek kiss, I sashayed away and went back to familiar stomping ground downtown. More on him later…

The Russian

Ohh The Russian. How did I meet him? Honestly, I can’t remember for the life me how I met this dude. And also I was the only one who didn’t know we were dating. Sure we went out and he bought me drinks and dinner, and I made out with a few times, but I never considered this man someone I was dating. I was just having fun and he was cool and an amazing kisser. Sometimes a girl just needs a guy like that around when you’re feeling lonely or have that need to just make out with someone when your drunk. He was THAT guy for me. But also I genuinely enjoyed his company too. So after hanging out with him for a few months he began to behave a bit differently. A bit more like he was trying to be my boyfriend and I never looked at him as anything more than a friend. So he asked me one day what was up with us, and I was taken aback by this question not knowing what the hell to say to that! What do I do with that question? So I did what most girls would do in this particular situation…I played dumb. Not my proudest moment to say the least but all that did was infuriate him to the point where he felt it was necessary to give me an ultimatum. Holy Hell! Is this really happening right now? I asked myself. So after that he decided that if I wasn’t going to be his girlfriend, then he didn’t want anything more to do with me. I was upset because I liked him and didn’t want to loose my friend. I also didn’t think he was totally serious either so after he said this to me we walked our separate ways. So the next day, I phoned him and tried to act like nothing happened. He, to my surprise, wasn’t having it and he told me off! WOW he was REALLY serious! What did I do to this guy to make him so angry? Well I figured I would just give him his time and his space so he can get over it. I haven’t seen him since…It’s been a pretty long time.

The Boring Guy

I met this guy through CBD about a week ago. We were set up to meet at Aroma Espresso bar in Soho, which I was excited about since I always pass by and was curious to try it but never had time. We met up around 8:30 (I had been at a BBQ all day) and I was a few minutes late. He was waiting outside and was wearing a sloppy green and blue striped shirt and tan/beige slacks. He was about 5’8, thinning blonde hair (strange because he wasn’t THAT old). Anyway, we greeted and went inside. I had a soy cappuccino and we sat on the stools in front of the window. He told me he worked freelance in some sort of production. He didn’t do a very good job at describing what he did in production but whatever. All I know is that he worked downtown near the World Trade Center. In between uncomfortable silence, sips of coffee, and me almost dozing off I concluded that this was DEFINIELY not a match…amongst other things as well. So after about 45 painful minutes, it was over. I left and I think he may have stayed…maybe he double booked..LOL Anyway, the search continues.

The European Doctor

Ok so, I made a date with the European doctor and we decided to meet for Dinner at Gemma. As I was leaving my apt, he texted me to tell me he was running 15 minutes late. Great! I thought, I’m going to have to sit at the bar and wait for this dude like a freakin idiot. Whatever, so I walked over and took my time especially since I was wearing the Chanel ostrich pumps. I arrived and the place was packed. I was a little worried that we wouldn’t get a table since Gemma doesn’t take reservations. Anyway so I waited at the bar and when he showed up we checked in. He was handsome and was wearing jeans, and a blue collared shirt with his initials embroidered on the lower left side of his body. He was tall and had gorgeous blue eyes. We were actually seated pretty promptly. We had some amazing wine, and spoke Italian. He had sort of a sweet boyish charm about him and I loved the way he looked at me. We enjoyed some amazing food followed by an even more amazing dessert. I had steamed chocolate and he had the panna cotta. As the night lingered the restaurant started to clear out a bit and I was stuffed. He needed to get up at 6 am because well, he’s a surgeon and I was pretty tired as well. We exited and stood outside for a brief moment. I wasn’t sure what he was thinking but then he offered to walk me home. What a gentleman! So we walked and talked in both English and Italian at this point and I gave him a small tour of my neighborhood. About 15 minutes later we were at my doorstep and I was waiting to see if he was going to try to kiss me. He didn’t. He actually took both of my hands in his and told me how great of time he had and he was eager to see me again. This was kinda weird. I have dated many European men and usually they are very fast and want to spend the night with me after the first date. I was really refreshed by his approach and by not attempting to take advantage of me. We said our goodnights and he said he would call me in the morning because he wanted to have breakfast with me. I said sure, just give me a call and we will take it from there. More to come on this one

The Investment Banker

The second date of today was with The Investment Banker. This was totally random and un-planned. I was walking to the bank and was going to pick up some wine after for Laura’s Birthday party when The Investment banker called. We chatted for a bit before he suggested that we meet for coffee..go figure..LOL. He by the way gives good phone (i.e. nice voice and really entertaining to talk to) So We met up at 5:15 at the Bean. I sat outside on the bench waiting for him. I noticed this guy walk by a couple times as if he were lost or looking for someone. I had never met him before and didn’t know what he looked like (blind date from CL) and in my mind as I saw him pass by a couple times and then stand waiting by the lamp post, I was thinking “ Oh God please don’t let that be him” He wasn’t ugly, but I wasn’t totally attracted to him. Anyway, it did obviously turn out to be him. So we greet and go inside and order our coffee. We then proceed to take a walk around the neighborhood to chat and hang out a while. He tells me more about what he does, a little about his family, and his hobbies, etc. He turned out to be a pretty great guy and totally down to earth for someone who clearly makes millions of dollars a year. By the way, did I mention he collects luxury vehicle and real estate. While we were walking, we dipped into a local wine shop so I can pick up some wine and he refused to let me pay for it even though he wasn’t even going to the party with me. I was pretty impressed by this not to mention the fact that he opened his car door for me when offered me a ride home (I was only about 3 or 4 blocks away from home) He was very sweet and charming and we made plans to go out again next week before he flies out to Europe for work. More to come on this one…

The Bulgarian

Today I had two dates. The first was planned, and the second was really spontaneous. The first was with The Bulgarian. We actually have a bit of history and dated casually a couple years ago before we had a huge falling out over…wait for it…A Sweater! Retarded yes I know, but fast-forward to today. This man has been chasing me for about 3 years and today was the first time I hung out with him in months. For the past year he has texted me EVERY single day even though I NEVER responded even once. I must hand it to him he’s quite the persistent one. Anyway, so we had lunch at The Stanton Social and it was nice. Really good food and for the first time I looked at this man saw potential. I don’t know why I never saw it before I mean he’s gorgeous and passionate about me and is fairly successful from what I can gather. We ate and caught up and he told me that he wants to do something for me for my birthday, which was a nice gesture. After lunch he wanted to get coffee but I wasn’t really in the mood so he gave me a big hug and an innocent peck and we went on about our days separately after making plans for dinner next week. Stay tuned for more on The Bulgarian.

Dorky Finance Guy

So I left work and went home to change t-shirts and shoes to meet up for Tea with the Finance guy I met a couple weeks ago. Obviously I wasn’t going to get all gussied up for tea in the East Village. I got there first and passed the time by reading the New York Times. He showed up right on time wearing Cargo shorts…Holy Grossness! But he was also wearing a big smile, which was flattering. He asked if I wanted to order something as if there was something there besides Tea. So we both ordered the same thing since there was a plethora of options and being a Libra it’s difficult to make those types of decisions. The tea was good, the conversation wasn’t. It was pretty non-existent. And I felt like I was interviewing the poor guy because he was giving me nothing to work with and was completely void of personality. So after about 45 minutes of questions and awkward silence it was over. He had a dinner thing, and I just wanted to go home because I was exhausted. I think I may have been too much for him. Perhaps a shy, quirky girl would have been better suited for this man. Tomorrow I have 2 dates…Stay tuned.

Crazy Blind Date

A few months ago I discovered a website called Crazy blind Date.  Can't remember where I heard about it, but it sounded "safe" enough so I created a profile on there.  Basically you enter very generic information about yourself ( Name, age, height, body size, race, religion, education).  The way it works is they pair you off with someone based on your availability.  For example, If I wanted to go get a drink and was free sometime between 7 and 10 pm, they match you with someone who was also available during those hours on that particular day...got it?  So once a "match" has been made, they email or text you letting you know and you have 1 hour to decide.  Once you accept, there's no turning back.  They frown upon no-shows and cancellations.  So then they send you a list of pre-selected places to choose from based on the different neighborhoods of your own choosing.  Once you both agree to meet there your all set.  You have no idea what your date looks like,  if they're dorky, or psycho...No you just show up and wait and see what you got.  The website does however, let you communicate through their own texting system on your phone to exchange messages like " I'll wait at the bar and I'm wearing a ruffled purple shirt and ski boots".  True story...Tell you more about THAT one later on.  Anyway, its a cool and interesting way to meet new people and well hey you never know!