The Guido

OK I'm going to try and tell you about the 2 dates we went on in one post. First off, He's called the Guido not because he acts like a Guido, but because, well, that is his last name. Seriously. I couldn't make that up even if I tried.

So on our first meeting, date, whatever, we agree to go to Cocoa Bar in the LES to have coffee. I got there on time, and I was forced to wait like 10 minutes looking like an asshole the whole time in this small place that was totally empty except me and 1 random girl. So he gets there and he is all smiles...Can't remember if he apologized for his tardiness or not, but the conversation struck rather quickly and was a bit more animated that I felt comfortable with.

His arms were flailing all about as he enthusiastically told me stories to which I don't even remember now since this took place months ago. Either way, I remember thinking that all this hand movement was unnecessary and displaced. Other than his distracting antics, he did seem like a nice guy..one who at pushing 40 was still partying it up like a weathered rock star. I was a little thrown back by that and wondered the entire time.." this dude Can NOT be serious." But he was..it was sad really. I mean he wasn't even mildly attractive and his nose took residence on most of his face. So that was that..He walked me to my corner and dropped me off there as if I was picking up the early late night shift on 6th Street and ave B..It was weird.

OK don't ask me why I agreed to go on a 2nd date with him. Ok well I guess I'll indulge. He offered to take me to Rayuela which is a spot I'd heard great things about and wanted to go and get a free dinner. There that's what it was.

So I met him at the restaurant and he told me that he has tried almost everything on the menu. He made some suggestions which were appealing and I of course made some of my own. By the time all the food arrived ( tapas style by the way) our table was cluttered..in a way almost as delicious had the table been covered in shoes, but mexican tapas came in as a great alternative;)

This date wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. I got a little drunken and opened up much more and was speaking very passionately about what I do for a living. He was VERY impressed and I thought, oh Shit..I didnt want him to be interested in me and now I've ruined that. oh well. I engaged more in convo this time and really enjoyed the food and surprisingly his company as well. He wasn't as gross this time around thats for sure. I wonder if he's like a fungus and just needs to grow on you until he can be fully appreciated.

Nonetheless, I knew I wasn't actually interested before the date began, and even though his loser rating got better, it really didn't make much difference to me. The best part of the evening was when it ended ( and no not because it was over) but because I got to walk home in the snow. We love the snow!

He asked me out again, but I "forgot" to call him back.

Wardrobe: Bubble skirt, Opaque tights, vintage T-shirt, Black wrap puff coat. Tres Chic!