I’m good for other things. “Like what?” she asked.
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Met three women tonight at a party I went to with Hazel. One is a story for much later, if at all. The other two:
Brooklyngirl Her: She your girlfriend? Me: No dear, I love someone who doesn’t love me. Her: Whoa, that’s a lot of…(hic). Me: Excuse me? Her: Sorry, I have the hiccups.
So, because I was pretty lit, I put my rum down, turned and kissed her. Her: (surprised) Why’d you do that? Me: Are the hiccups gone? Her: (pause, laughing) Yes. Me: Well then, you can buy me another rum then.
Dancergirl Me: So you’re from New Jersey? Are you a vegetarian? Her: I’ve NEVER been asked that before. No, but would it matter? Me: (shrugging) Not even close. Her: So what’s your story? Me: I’m a pretty, straight boy in NYC looking to drink until I forget things. You? Her: (thinking) I’m a pretty, straight girl in NYC looking to drink. Buy me one? Me: No. I’m not that guy. But I’m good for other things. Her: Like what?
I would say more but let’s leave it to your imagination.
I’ve had the worst sleep schedule these days. Plus I’ve got a full social roster this week. Luck of the draw, really. I decided not to go to the Ed Koch banquet and instead meet up with some friends for a small social thing. I’m sure Ms. Right will be somewhere in that banquet, however, I’m a mess.
But I digress.
Topic from last post: girlie. Here’s the interesting thing about her:
She’s a full-on vegetarian. Not even a hint of fish. That’s six in a row.
She also over 5’7″ That’s five in a row.
She’s also a multiple pet owner. That’s three in a row.
She has the same name as No. 7. That’s two in a row.
But she is NOT from New Jersey. Ah, something different. She is, however, from another country. Just my luck, eh?
The next girl I meet will just eat nuts & grass and live in Istanbul (or Constantinople). I know it.
Going to post a lot this week because of 72nd to Canal. If you can help us pimp it out in any way, that’d be much appreciated.
Above is Episode 1, part 1 – the rest are coming along.
Had quite the weekend; I was out every night except for Sunday. Saturday, I was at the same roof-deck, with the same friends as in one of my very first posts. Wow, I was chatty then. No rum, so I got a little sick. That, and I think I ate my body weight in carbs.
Sunday, I ran into an old friend I’d not seen in years after church. He’s the fourth guy I know going through a breakup. Must be something in the NYC water supply.
We broke up twice before and each time, she felt I moved on too quickly. This time, I waited and made sure this is what she wanted. Yes.
We broke up because of an argument. I learned the hard way that it’s better to have honest disagreements than pretty lies. She wants someone who doesn’t argue with her and I guess that’s possible but I can’t see how real a relationship that could be.
Her past relationships have been rough on her and now I think I know why. Easy is fake; hard is real. Such is life.
I was going to tell her when I reconsidered. She would have just disagreed with me and that’s a losing bet. She’s not my girl anymore.
Me? I met up with a girl who’s leaving town. She loved a brown-eyed man on the other side of the world and I loved a blue-eyed girl on the other side of NYC.
We’re perfect for each other – except that we’re not.
With enough rum, we are and that’s good enough for the time being.
Looking back at all my posts this week, you must think I’m conceited. My friends always catch me staring at myself in mirrors. I’m not staring because I’m vain. I’m staring because I’m always surprised.
Because, in my head, I don’t look like that at all.
Got a gig to go to fancy dinners and chat with rich people.
Him: You really don’t know? They want you because of how you look. Me: (surprised) You’re kidding me. What about my resume? Him: (shrugging) Didn’t even look at it. You’re meeting Ed Koch on Wednesday. Free up your nights, wear a suit and don’t bring a date. Oh…don’t get fat.
After a breakup, I tend to get hit on more. Even Gio noticed people looking at me tonight. I think it’s the lack of sleep, plus, I don’t eat much when I’m single. It’s nice but my hands are shaking again.
I’m usually the icebreaker of my friends. Some of them (not Gio) “love” the women I’m with but the moment I’m single, they tell me things like, “Oh, I never liked her,” to get me back in the scene.
Ugh. I hate that. I hate gossip folk.
My exes weren’t perfect but I was with them for a reason.
Speaking of which, The Ex stopped by unexpectedly on Sunday night to pick up some of her things.
This is a mixture of two recent conversations I had, one of which was Caligirl:
Her: I heard you’re seeing her again. Me: (joking) You’re late. As usual. Her: What happened?! Me: I’d rather not say, it’s complicated. Her: Oh I’m sorry. (pause) She’s come back before – twice, right? Me: You never know, though I’m sure she’s out and about with her backup plan. It’s ok, she knows that I’m nobody’s careful consideration. Her: I think it’s not as important that someone leaves; it’s more important that there’s something about you that the person misses enough to come back for. Me: (laughing) If she did come back, it’d probably just be because she forgot something. Her: (exasperated) Why is everything a joke? Me: (pause) I couldn’t take it any other way.
It was a beautiful day. Made some scratch, took a weird gig, got hit on a few times, had some rum – the usual spring twirl.
I’m disappointed but still hopeful.
Because you can never tell what time and tide brings.
(c) Cindy Lee – this pic and the one in my pictures section are the only good photos I got (send me some if you’ve got)
Despite the weather and a few hiccups ahead of time, the show went well. All-in-all, I was surprised at who came and who didn’t. Quite an eye-opener.
Still, we had laughs, we had rum, what could be bad? OK, I did send a drunken text to Blue Jean Eyes, but besides that, what could be bad? (Oh, like you’ve never done that).
Wish I had more pictures but I was far too comfortably numb to remember to take any.
We’re still working on editing the show somewhat for public distribution on Saturday so please do check in with us then?
Was thinking about my post from yesterday. You know, even if I did take this blog down and delete everything I could, I’ve still got all the online stuff I’ve done with Rain. I’d have to kill him to erase everything about me.
And we all know that I’d be the first guy the rollers would look for if he had any type of “accident.”
On that note, if anything ever happens to me, look for someone that looks like this: