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