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.