It's something to embrace - the heat in New York City. All weekend long, I tried to beat the heat. Keeping myself cool as often as possible, and trying to make the cute outfits work. The cold beers and pitchers of margaritas helped!
Today was something totally different. I tried a new spin class. I've been feeling sporty and really out did myself this evening. After forty minutes of hell, where the instructor told me to work harder, sharing that Michael Jackson and Eminem are asking me to - I'm drenched!
I head back down to the locker room, grab my stuff and realize, I don't have another shirt to change into! I head out of the gym to begin my trek back uptown. With my head held high, I tried really hard to making looking hot work for me!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Missed Connection
You passed me at the 77th Street Station. I was heading through the turnstile - downtown. You had just gotten off the train. It was hot underground, but your smile was cool. You said hello, how are you. I was shocked, smiled, surprised at this bold move. I head through the turnstile, look back, to see you looking at back at me. I laugh, blown away at your candor! You stand there, with the turnstiles between us. Why didn't you say something, come back through? I actually start fanning myself, partly from the heat and partly from the flattery. You longer and then walk away.
It would have been the perfect story! Instead, it's just one great missed connection.
It would have been the perfect story! Instead, it's just one great missed connection.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Yea, he said that....
I have gone out on a few dates with this one guy and still find myself on the fence. However, our last date's dialogue really assisted in the decision making.
I wish it was the day's worth of drinking that made things as strange as they became, but no such luck. I headed to his place for take out and a movie. Domino's and "When in Rome" (his choice - no joke). I am far from impressed but the wine is helping. The date continues, its late, I stay over. In the morning, following bad direction from the bad romantic comedy, things escalate, but like any roller coaster, the excitement doesn't last long.
At this point, I am reminded, and I kid you not, "Oh, Meet the Press is on!" Seriously?!? How is the thought of David Gregory winning over me right now? I pass on engaging in this discussion. I bring up how hungry I am, and how I could use an egg sandwich (the best hang over cure by the way). I am met with, "yea, I don't eat breakfast". Well that sucks for you, but what about me? As I am realizing I can't be the star of this show, I let myself out, with a slice of cold Domino's in hand.
"So let's try and hang out again next week." Yea, I don't think so. But enjoy David Gregory...
I wish it was the day's worth of drinking that made things as strange as they became, but no such luck. I headed to his place for take out and a movie. Domino's and "When in Rome" (his choice - no joke). I am far from impressed but the wine is helping. The date continues, its late, I stay over. In the morning, following bad direction from the bad romantic comedy, things escalate, but like any roller coaster, the excitement doesn't last long.
At this point, I am reminded, and I kid you not, "Oh, Meet the Press is on!" Seriously?!? How is the thought of David Gregory winning over me right now? I pass on engaging in this discussion. I bring up how hungry I am, and how I could use an egg sandwich (the best hang over cure by the way). I am met with, "yea, I don't eat breakfast". Well that sucks for you, but what about me? As I am realizing I can't be the star of this show, I let myself out, with a slice of cold Domino's in hand.
"So let's try and hang out again next week." Yea, I don't think so. But enjoy David Gregory...
Friday, June 18, 2010
The Lazy Fish
My friend and I have been working on this theory. Manhattan is a big fish bowl. There is a lot you can see - old fish (exes, one night stands, bad decisions), big fish (crushes, celebrities, solid catch), scum (self explanatory), and lastly - The Lazy Fish.
Go to any bar at happy hour, and you'll see - a bustling fish bowl, full of activity and fish on the prowl. My friend believes that the man should come to you. A kind of "make him work for you" thought process. I'm impulsive, I need to make things happen and I have very little patience. I am trying to embrace this concept of making him come to me. But as I am starting to realize, here in Manhattan, most men are lazy fish, and waiting for them to get their act together, could take a lifetime. I have wasted enough time already.
My friend tries to give me examples of guys that have come up to us. I have managed to dispute each example. I'm a smart fish. I'm calculated. I believe most women are. We'll dress up, pick the perfect place to go, position ourselves accordingly, sit a certain way, whatever. All to lure the man that we are interested in. So even if he does come to us, we have already baited the hook, threw out the line, so all the lazy fish has to do is open his mouth.
Most men in Manhattan can recognize that if they have a good job and are halfway good looking, all they have to do is sit there, and open wide.
And so the theory continues to be tested.
Go to any bar at happy hour, and you'll see - a bustling fish bowl, full of activity and fish on the prowl. My friend believes that the man should come to you. A kind of "make him work for you" thought process. I'm impulsive, I need to make things happen and I have very little patience. I am trying to embrace this concept of making him come to me. But as I am starting to realize, here in Manhattan, most men are lazy fish, and waiting for them to get their act together, could take a lifetime. I have wasted enough time already.
My friend tries to give me examples of guys that have come up to us. I have managed to dispute each example. I'm a smart fish. I'm calculated. I believe most women are. We'll dress up, pick the perfect place to go, position ourselves accordingly, sit a certain way, whatever. All to lure the man that we are interested in. So even if he does come to us, we have already baited the hook, threw out the line, so all the lazy fish has to do is open his mouth.
Most men in Manhattan can recognize that if they have a good job and are halfway good looking, all they have to do is sit there, and open wide.
And so the theory continues to be tested.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Technical Difficulties
It continues to be my pet peeve - how technology has really impacted the dating scene. Actually, I can't even say the dating scene, because in this case, we're aren't even at that stage yet. I'm talking just communication, setting a time to see each other - making it happen!
I met this great guy at a charity event. We seemed to have hit it off well and spent a majority of the event and afterward chatting, hanging out, and drinking excessive amounts. We end up back at my apartment, where difficulties ensue - the technical kind. Leaving it at that, we exchanged numbers with the hopes of trying to see what we can "work out."
Text messaging. That's the form of communication that follows. It is so damn passive! "Yea, work sucks" "Man I wish it was weekend" "Is it five o'clock yet?" "A drink would be good right now."
How about asking me for a drink. Let's set it up and make it happen. Simply put. I do believe that setting up drinks shouldn't be all that complicated! Yet weeks have passed at this point, and he can't seem to close the deal, for the second time!
I met this great guy at a charity event. We seemed to have hit it off well and spent a majority of the event and afterward chatting, hanging out, and drinking excessive amounts. We end up back at my apartment, where difficulties ensue - the technical kind. Leaving it at that, we exchanged numbers with the hopes of trying to see what we can "work out."
Text messaging. That's the form of communication that follows. It is so damn passive! "Yea, work sucks" "Man I wish it was weekend" "Is it five o'clock yet?" "A drink would be good right now."
How about asking me for a drink. Let's set it up and make it happen. Simply put. I do believe that setting up drinks shouldn't be all that complicated! Yet weeks have passed at this point, and he can't seem to close the deal, for the second time!
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
The Dud
Last night, I may have gone on the worst date ever. Seriously. It's an hour of my life that I will never get back. I feel like I have said that before.
This guy and I have been emailing back and forth for a few weeks, I was pretty optimistic, until he canceled at the last minute over the weekend. I'm talking an hour before we were supposed to meet, at a still undisclosed location. I should have known then. As we rescheduled for last night, he tries to cancel again, upset that I am unable to meet him until 8pm. I told him it shouldn't be this complicated, that 8pm was best for me. He emails me back, sharing how excited he is to meet me, picks a place and the date is set.
I look up the bar. The website promotes that this bar would be where Carrie Bradshaw would have drinks with Jimmy Stewart. Not so much. This place is in Murray Hill (ugh!), and would be lucky to even be considered a glorified sports bar. I meet the Dud, who has way too much cologne on and NO personality.
I think he may have been high. I hope for his sake that his lack of personality was because he was high. He had a funny eye, and was looking at my from his good eye all night, with his hands crossed against his chest, continuing to say, yeah... To everything!
I can talk to a paper bag. Really, I can talk to anyone for a long time. But this guy really challenged me. I started asking him what his favorite food was. Seriously! I downed my wine in record time as he nursed his beer. We finished are drinks and he walked me to the bus, which thankfully was right there, and tried to kiss me. I gave him the cheek and ran, calling a friend and meeting for drinks and post date wrap up.
Today, I get the following:
Seriously? Was he on the same date as I was?
This guy and I have been emailing back and forth for a few weeks, I was pretty optimistic, until he canceled at the last minute over the weekend. I'm talking an hour before we were supposed to meet, at a still undisclosed location. I should have known then. As we rescheduled for last night, he tries to cancel again, upset that I am unable to meet him until 8pm. I told him it shouldn't be this complicated, that 8pm was best for me. He emails me back, sharing how excited he is to meet me, picks a place and the date is set.
I look up the bar. The website promotes that this bar would be where Carrie Bradshaw would have drinks with Jimmy Stewart. Not so much. This place is in Murray Hill (ugh!), and would be lucky to even be considered a glorified sports bar. I meet the Dud, who has way too much cologne on and NO personality.
I think he may have been high. I hope for his sake that his lack of personality was because he was high. He had a funny eye, and was looking at my from his good eye all night, with his hands crossed against his chest, continuing to say, yeah... To everything!
I can talk to a paper bag. Really, I can talk to anyone for a long time. But this guy really challenged me. I started asking him what his favorite food was. Seriously! I downed my wine in record time as he nursed his beer. We finished are drinks and he walked me to the bus, which thankfully was right there, and tried to kiss me. I gave him the cheek and ran, calling a friend and meeting for drinks and post date wrap up.
Today, I get the following:
Hi Molly,
How are you? It was great to meet you last night. Let me know if you want to get together again.
The Dud
Seriously? Was he on the same date as I was?
Friday, June 4, 2010
Hypocrisy
It's a job hazard I guess, to be overly aware of the alcohol I consume. Recently, after a open bar charity event, I consumed quite a few drinks well into the wee hours of morning. As I stumbled out of bed to head to work (ugh!), I realize just how destructive the night before was and how crappy I feel. Fortunately, I have the ability to Breathalyze myself upon getting to the office. It's a little game my co-workers and I play - keeps things interesting! My record is pretty impressive, enough to send my patients to rehab. However on this morning, I surprisingly came up clear! I was shocked, as was my co-worker, who was with me the night before...
As I am struggling through my morning group, breathalyzing my patients, someone else does not end up as lucky as me. Numbers are blown and the law has to get laid down. My patient tries to convince me that he only had one 22oz Old English (classy!) at 2am. Now I'm thinking to myself, I had about 6-7(yikes!) drinks until at least 3am, and I blew zeros. Who does he think he is kidding?!?
Obviously I can't share this rational. He is now on his way to rehab, if he's lucky enough not to lose his job. I am still employed and just got a raise. Hypocrisy is fun!
As I am struggling through my morning group, breathalyzing my patients, someone else does not end up as lucky as me. Numbers are blown and the law has to get laid down. My patient tries to convince me that he only had one 22oz Old English (classy!) at 2am. Now I'm thinking to myself, I had about 6-7(yikes!) drinks until at least 3am, and I blew zeros. Who does he think he is kidding?!?
Obviously I can't share this rational. He is now on his way to rehab, if he's lucky enough not to lose his job. I am still employed and just got a raise. Hypocrisy is fun!
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Getting Old?
A sad thing happened today. I've been emailing back and forth with a new guy. I am trying to be hopeful although I am think he may just be another dull Jewish lawyer, they tend to underwhelm.
We go to set our date for tomorrow. He informs me he works until 9, can we meet then? My first thought it - 9pm? On a school night? Then I think, what am I going to do until 9pm while still trying to look cute and keep from falling asleep.
Instead of focusing on the great spot we are meeting, and the potentially (hopefully?!?) great guy, I focus on how I am going to stay awake for a week night date that starts at 9pm. What the hell?!? When did I get so old?
We go to set our date for tomorrow. He informs me he works until 9, can we meet then? My first thought it - 9pm? On a school night? Then I think, what am I going to do until 9pm while still trying to look cute and keep from falling asleep.
Instead of focusing on the great spot we are meeting, and the potentially (hopefully?!?) great guy, I focus on how I am going to stay awake for a week night date that starts at 9pm. What the hell?!? When did I get so old?
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