What Do You Exude?

My roommate and I were talking about the vibes we give off. She said, "You ooze sex. You speak sex, you walk sex." And I said, "Really? Even when I'm not trying?"

She said, "Yes. I'd hate to see you when you're actually TRYING."

I was on FIRE last night. My friend MA and I went out for the first time one on one and had a blast. We went to Fiddlesticks in the village, got hit on by 3 DOCTORS and then proceeded to follow these crazy Maryland girls to the Olive Tree Cafe, a restaurant/bar above the Comedy Cellar on MacDougal Street.

MA left shortly thereafter, but I was flirting with this white comedian. Before he went downstairs to do his shtick, he somehow brought up Wanda Sykes, who was sitting at a table adjacent to the bar. I was blissfully unawares of this, of course. She was rocking a short blonde afro, and since I was drunk, I insisted on being introduced. We chatted for a bit and I'm pretty sure she thought I was a tourist, but who the hell cares because its WANDA. I ADORE her and will watch any movie she's in regardless of how bad it is. I was sooooo happy. And then the comedian guy brought up Dave Atell and how Dave & I should drink together. Yeah, I could go for that.

When THAT comedian went down for his shtick, I began talking to another comedian, this one being a cute black guy.... who everyone would recognize from commercials, etc. We chatted for awhile and then he took my phone, put his number in it and told me to leave his message giving him my number. I left a sexy message while he was standing right in front of me.

After he left, I was looking for my white guy and they said he had gone around the corner to the Pussycat. He wasn't there but I started talking to some gals at the bar and he came to find me. We proceeded to make out on the vintage furniture in the room next door and then I left to go home because at this point, I had been drinking for HOURS and was fully loaded. I got home via the A train and the black guy had called, leaving me messages to come to his apartment on the East Side.

By this time, it was 3:30 and I declined, saying I'd call him today (will I? Who knows?) and then I went home to find my roomie and her friend who's visiting still partying. I declined on that as well and went to bed.

When I woke up this morning fully hungover, I was happy - because I had FUCKING MET WANDA SYKES! And got lots of numbers. Not bad for a girl who had two hideous previous days, including one where the honeymoon period officially ended (amicably) with Berger, leaving me to make out with comedians.