Has anyone seen this show on ABC? Its fab... I reccomend all girls watch it for handy advice and some great dates.
Speaking of great dates, I had one on Saturday night with Boy A....he met me at my friend T.S.'s birthday party at Brother Jimmys on the east side. Not a place either of us would frequent, but it was a lovely time and we got knockered, so much so that we hijacked two of T.S.'s friends from CT and went down to the Lower East Side.
I showed the girls the merits of hitting on guys in the bathroom lines, and then proceeded to kiss Boy A at Welcome to the Johnsons. The girls were totally, totally hammered so we put them in a cab to head back to Astoria while we jumped in one to go back to his favorite bar in Williamsburg, right across from his apartment.
So of course we headed over to the apartment. Goregous apartment and lovely art (which I really appreciated in the morning --- the light in there was amazing) and a truly interesting guy that I think I'll see again. We spent the morning discussing old TV shows and napping on and off. He was a cuddler which made me happy. (It's not often a girl gets to cuddle twice in one weekend)
The funniest part of the date, if you want to call it that, was when he asked me if I wanted to go get coffee and a bagel. Of course I did, since I love hanging out in Brooklyn, especially Williamsburg (Smith St in Cobble Hill is my absolute favorite). But he remembered that his parents were going to be in the neighborhood (his dad is in real estate). So he called to check that they weren't at the cafe across the street, and of course they were. We composed a stealth plan, but the elevator opened and there I am meeting the parents (and their friends, who are considering being investors). It was an embarrassing situation had by all but I think Boy A and I bonded when we got outside and instantly pulled out cigarettes and laughed all the way to the bagel shop.
We sat outside for a while, eating bagels and drinking juice and coffee and it was truly lovely. I had a great time talking to him and chatting up the friends that stopped by. I left the Burg at 2 or 2:30 which was crazy late considering I had been out since 9pm the night before, pretty much with him the entire time.
We emailed today, but I'm not sure if I'll get to see him before I go to Michigan. I'd like to, but I'm so busy this week that I'm not sure if I can. (I have a tendency to see all my good friends before I fly anywhere so that if the plane crashes, they would have seen me recently. Morbid, I know, but it's a habit. I guess I sometimes treat it like I might decide to stay whereever I'm going.)
Boy B was sweet too, text messaging and calling to give his appreciation. He has a blog as well, so of course i read it. (And you were right on, if you are reading).
It's interesting to me that I have two guys available to me that I'm not sure if I like. Enough to warrant a second date with both of them, sure.... but since someone asked me if I was really ready to date, I've been skeptical of my own capabilities in that department.
So who knows. But at least I know I've got good legs (thanks, Boy A. The way you described me was very complimentary, and according to me, dead on) and these fantastic, interesting potentials.
Michigan is coming up in 3 days and I couldn't be more grateful. I'm going to get tanked on Thursday so I can sleep (I'll be too excited otherwise). I'm a little nervous about seeing my best friend Lori (I haven't seen her in 3 years) but I think it will be fun, restful and a ego booster (I'm hotter in Michigan, after all...).
(I will try to update before then, but if I don't get the chance, assume I am a) leaving my friends with a good memory to contemplate at my funeral or b) doing laundry.)
Monday, June 26, 2006
Saturday, June 24, 2006
A Kind Word
I think I actually did a mitzvoh last night---a sort of pity/interested in a weird sort of way take-home with a 31 year old North Dakotan. I know I should back up.
I went out to Dolly's half birthday party last night in the Village and met two guys: Guy A, who I incorrectly assumed was gay and correctly assumed was Dolly's coworker; and Guy B who I knew I had met before (at the blogger event a few months ago). I started flirting with Guy B but he totally missed the signs. I talked with Guy A pretty extensively, but since I thought was gay I didn't give it much thought.
So Guy A asked for my number and then said, you didn't think I was gay did you? So now I'm going out with him tonight, despite that I kissed Guy B in the cab on the way to the second bar (the karaoke bar!) AND proceeded to take him home after I sang a couple songs.
And now its been rainy the whole day, and I'm tired but I really do want to go out tonight. Maybe not on the east side, but still. It's TS's birthday, so I should go... but I wondered this morning about Guy B. It wasn't a pity take-home, but it wasn't because I was crazy about him either. It dawned on me while watching MATCHPOINT and SHOPGIRL today---it was a kind gesture. The guy hadn't gotten any in 2 years. Not that I gave him any, but there was nakedness involved. And it didn't hurt that he reminded me of guys at home that get overlooked by girls. So I took him home. (Plus, I didn't want to go dancing with Guy B.)
So tonight, I'm going to a gay friend's birthday party that will probably be filled with fag-hag type girls with a guy who attended yoga today, said "it was a bad day for jew hair" on the voicemail he left, and asked me if I liked "jungle house, not to be confused with..." (at that point I tuned out and nodded attentively).
This, among other experiences, has taught me that if I want a plethora of guy attention, all I need to do is say I'm not sure if I should date. Out loud.
I went out to Dolly's half birthday party last night in the Village and met two guys: Guy A, who I incorrectly assumed was gay and correctly assumed was Dolly's coworker; and Guy B who I knew I had met before (at the blogger event a few months ago). I started flirting with Guy B but he totally missed the signs. I talked with Guy A pretty extensively, but since I thought was gay I didn't give it much thought.
So Guy A asked for my number and then said, you didn't think I was gay did you? So now I'm going out with him tonight, despite that I kissed Guy B in the cab on the way to the second bar (the karaoke bar!) AND proceeded to take him home after I sang a couple songs.
And now its been rainy the whole day, and I'm tired but I really do want to go out tonight. Maybe not on the east side, but still. It's TS's birthday, so I should go... but I wondered this morning about Guy B. It wasn't a pity take-home, but it wasn't because I was crazy about him either. It dawned on me while watching MATCHPOINT and SHOPGIRL today---it was a kind gesture. The guy hadn't gotten any in 2 years. Not that I gave him any, but there was nakedness involved. And it didn't hurt that he reminded me of guys at home that get overlooked by girls. So I took him home. (Plus, I didn't want to go dancing with Guy B.)
So tonight, I'm going to a gay friend's birthday party that will probably be filled with fag-hag type girls with a guy who attended yoga today, said "it was a bad day for jew hair" on the voicemail he left, and asked me if I liked "jungle house, not to be confused with..." (at that point I tuned out and nodded attentively).
This, among other experiences, has taught me that if I want a plethora of guy attention, all I need to do is say I'm not sure if I should date. Out loud.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Nothin' About Love Makes Sense
I've had two epiphanies over the last week:
#1: I don't like when my female friends have boyfriends. Somehow I'm irritated by it. I don't know if its because I don't have one, if I have less time with them because of it (which is usually the case) or if its because one of "the clan" is being converted, but when it gets serious, I get pissy. Particularly if I personally thought she was going to be single for a while.
#2: I am apparently, not the girl that takes advantages of opportunities to have sex anymore. I used to be; now I think (gasp) that I feel sex without feeling is a bit shallow and frankly, not worth the hassle. Unless the guy is Adam Brody, of course.
What brought me to these conclusions was that my roommate called me out on not liking her boyfriend. Which is true. I don't particularly care for him, but that's because he gives me that ishy, I-don't-trust-you gut feeling. Which may be because HE'S not comfortable around me, but still. Let's just say that I'll never relax around the kid, nor will I be too happy about him being in my apartment without me or roomie being here. I am glad she's happy, but there's so much Drama (and I capitalize that for a reason) that it sometimes stresses me out. And, with the boss I have now, I don't need any more unnecessary kvetching in my day.
The other conclusion has to do with last weekend. I met an amazingly hot Irishman (see the pic below; he's on the right). He was nice to me, flirty, and with the exception of ditching out on my bar party for a couple hours----to help a friend, supposedly---he was fine. I could have had sex with him, very easily. Did I? No.... I blamed my period. Which I didn't have.
To confuse the situation even more, Berger came to my "close friends" dinner on Friday with roomie, Mishy & Mikey and made an ass out of himself. I was already mad at him for not showing up at my bar party Saturday (my friends should know I LIVE for gatherings celebrating how many friends Ihave) and then to make matters worse, he got up after we had ordered and went outside to have a cigarette (how rude! Who can't wait 20 minutes???) and I was truly embarassed and pissed when we left the restaurant for the subway because he and roomie were talking about something and completely ignoring me. On my birthday. But since they can both get caught up and not realize it,I just accepted it and called them assholes in my head.
By the time we got on the subway, we were fine. Berger suggested drinks on him at our local watering hole, so he and I went and had a nice time talking. Apparently he had ditched out on me because he had a really long drinking talk starting at 3pm with his major ex. I only accepted his apology because he said it twice. We had a couple drinks and a nice talk and when the outside seating at the bar closed we sat on some stairs near my apartment. We kissed and he offered to come up, spend the night and "hold me" - which I knew was true, he wouldn't try anything.
But, just like Billy, I said no.
The next day when I was driving out to Cape May, I thought about it. Since I've actually gotten over Todd (and I'm over Berger as well, something roommate helpfully pointed out) I'm not in the place to settle anymore.
It was a giant light bulb. I didn't want to be a notch on the Irishman's belt just to get laid on my birthday, because that wouldn't neutralize what Todd did to me on my last birthday. And I didn't want to compromise the line I've drawn with Berger.
But then love threw me a bit of a curveball. I went for drinks with an acquaintance, Sam, who I met through my friend Jenni. There was sexual tension when we met forever and a day ago (I think it was over the winter) and I sent him a text about my bar party. He didn't make it down although he really tried (and sent me continual text messages about him trying) so we agreed to meet for drinks last night.
He wasn't quite what I remembered (He has quite the unibrow, and he's a little plumper than I thought, but a good body could have been disguised by a baggy linen shirt. But he bought me drinks and dinner and it was lovely. I think I might have screwed it up by not kissing him at the end of the night when he walked me to the train but I like this a lot. I like the promise of a slow build. When I said that he was entering date territory when we went to dinner he asked how I felt about that and I shrugged. I said, what about you? He said, "I'm neutral".
So maybe its more the chase, but Sam is such a departure from the guys I try to date (his parents are from Lebanon, he's 23 and fresh out of college - so younger than me and 10 years younger than Berger and has crooked teeth) that I'm starting to think it could be good for me.
I'll stick my toe in the water, start walking along the beach. And the next thing you know I'll be standing in my bikini letting the waves knock me on my ass like I did at Cape May.
The dolphins were a good audience, so why wouldn't Sam be? Or you, my dear readers. Sorry for the delay.
#1: I don't like when my female friends have boyfriends. Somehow I'm irritated by it. I don't know if its because I don't have one, if I have less time with them because of it (which is usually the case) or if its because one of "the clan" is being converted, but when it gets serious, I get pissy. Particularly if I personally thought she was going to be single for a while.
#2: I am apparently, not the girl that takes advantages of opportunities to have sex anymore. I used to be; now I think (gasp) that I feel sex without feeling is a bit shallow and frankly, not worth the hassle. Unless the guy is Adam Brody, of course.
What brought me to these conclusions was that my roommate called me out on not liking her boyfriend. Which is true. I don't particularly care for him, but that's because he gives me that ishy, I-don't-trust-you gut feeling. Which may be because HE'S not comfortable around me, but still. Let's just say that I'll never relax around the kid, nor will I be too happy about him being in my apartment without me or roomie being here. I am glad she's happy, but there's so much Drama (and I capitalize that for a reason) that it sometimes stresses me out. And, with the boss I have now, I don't need any more unnecessary kvetching in my day.
The other conclusion has to do with last weekend. I met an amazingly hot Irishman (see the pic below; he's on the right). He was nice to me, flirty, and with the exception of ditching out on my bar party for a couple hours----to help a friend, supposedly---he was fine. I could have had sex with him, very easily. Did I? No.... I blamed my period. Which I didn't have.
To confuse the situation even more, Berger came to my "close friends" dinner on Friday with roomie, Mishy & Mikey and made an ass out of himself. I was already mad at him for not showing up at my bar party Saturday (my friends should know I LIVE for gatherings celebrating how many friends Ihave) and then to make matters worse, he got up after we had ordered and went outside to have a cigarette (how rude! Who can't wait 20 minutes???) and I was truly embarassed and pissed when we left the restaurant for the subway because he and roomie were talking about something and completely ignoring me. On my birthday. But since they can both get caught up and not realize it,I just accepted it and called them assholes in my head.
By the time we got on the subway, we were fine. Berger suggested drinks on him at our local watering hole, so he and I went and had a nice time talking. Apparently he had ditched out on me because he had a really long drinking talk starting at 3pm with his major ex. I only accepted his apology because he said it twice. We had a couple drinks and a nice talk and when the outside seating at the bar closed we sat on some stairs near my apartment. We kissed and he offered to come up, spend the night and "hold me" - which I knew was true, he wouldn't try anything.
But, just like Billy, I said no.
The next day when I was driving out to Cape May, I thought about it. Since I've actually gotten over Todd (and I'm over Berger as well, something roommate helpfully pointed out) I'm not in the place to settle anymore.
It was a giant light bulb. I didn't want to be a notch on the Irishman's belt just to get laid on my birthday, because that wouldn't neutralize what Todd did to me on my last birthday. And I didn't want to compromise the line I've drawn with Berger.
But then love threw me a bit of a curveball. I went for drinks with an acquaintance, Sam, who I met through my friend Jenni. There was sexual tension when we met forever and a day ago (I think it was over the winter) and I sent him a text about my bar party. He didn't make it down although he really tried (and sent me continual text messages about him trying) so we agreed to meet for drinks last night.
He wasn't quite what I remembered (He has quite the unibrow, and he's a little plumper than I thought, but a good body could have been disguised by a baggy linen shirt. But he bought me drinks and dinner and it was lovely. I think I might have screwed it up by not kissing him at the end of the night when he walked me to the train but I like this a lot. I like the promise of a slow build. When I said that he was entering date territory when we went to dinner he asked how I felt about that and I shrugged. I said, what about you? He said, "I'm neutral".
So maybe its more the chase, but Sam is such a departure from the guys I try to date (his parents are from Lebanon, he's 23 and fresh out of college - so younger than me and 10 years younger than Berger and has crooked teeth) that I'm starting to think it could be good for me.
I'll stick my toe in the water, start walking along the beach. And the next thing you know I'll be standing in my bikini letting the waves knock me on my ass like I did at Cape May.
The dolphins were a good audience, so why wouldn't Sam be? Or you, my dear readers. Sorry for the delay.
Check out photos of my bday on Flickr
Since I was gone all day Monday, tired as hell Tuesday and out all night on Wednesday, I haven't had a chance to post about my birthday. So check out the pics and I'll fill you in, hopefully tonight.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/meginnyc
http://www.flickr.com/photos/meginnyc
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
....And the reason I hate online dating - But also LOVE my birthday
I was SOOOO happy Jackie was with me yesterday when I went out with one of the most recent batch from CL. The date was probably the worst one I've been on in a very long time. Jackie agreed, but she thought that the guy might still come to my upcoming birthday party on Saturday. But apparently he thought it was just as bad and replied to my "I'm not that into you" email with one of his own.
Speaking of my birthday we're two days out from the beginning of a four day celebration which will pretty much kick off my summer (Memorial Day really never begins the summer for me, but my bday does).
Friday: I'm going to a Mets game with 7 of the most amazing women I've ever been lucky to be friends with and their friends
Saturday: The day starts with an author's back nine (read bar crawl) with his publicist who happens to be one of those amazing women; later that night I will have more than 20 people lined up to meet me at a bar in the Village to get drunk with.
Sunday, my actual birthday: I'm spending the day with my neglected roommate and then having a dinner with my closest friends that she organized
Monday, a personal day away from work and everything NYC: I'm driving far away to the city to an undisclosed place to feel the wind on my hair and sing RENT as loud as I possibly can with only the freeway beneath an economy's cars wheels.
Tuesday I will return to work hopefully a refreshed woman with lots of presents.
It is, of course, a somber moment too: its the anniversary of my horrible bday where Todd dumped me. I'm sooo glad that I'm on the other side of that. While Sunday morning will probably be a sad and reflective time, I am more thankful than ever for my friends that listened to me moan and worried about if I was ever going to get over it even though they knew I would just like I did.
And moreover, that I moved to New York, fell in love and found out I could do more than I even imagined. I hope I keep perpetually falling down harder and surprising myself more when I'm 25 than I did when I was 24 (only three days left y'all).
I'll try to update periodically since summarizing the whole weekend CLEARLY won't do it justice.
Speaking of my birthday we're two days out from the beginning of a four day celebration which will pretty much kick off my summer (Memorial Day really never begins the summer for me, but my bday does).
Friday: I'm going to a Mets game with 7 of the most amazing women I've ever been lucky to be friends with and their friends
Saturday: The day starts with an author's back nine (read bar crawl) with his publicist who happens to be one of those amazing women; later that night I will have more than 20 people lined up to meet me at a bar in the Village to get drunk with.
Sunday, my actual birthday: I'm spending the day with my neglected roommate and then having a dinner with my closest friends that she organized
Monday, a personal day away from work and everything NYC: I'm driving far away to the city to an undisclosed place to feel the wind on my hair and sing RENT as loud as I possibly can with only the freeway beneath an economy's cars wheels.
Tuesday I will return to work hopefully a refreshed woman with lots of presents.
It is, of course, a somber moment too: its the anniversary of my horrible bday where Todd dumped me. I'm sooo glad that I'm on the other side of that. While Sunday morning will probably be a sad and reflective time, I am more thankful than ever for my friends that listened to me moan and worried about if I was ever going to get over it even though they knew I would just like I did.
And moreover, that I moved to New York, fell in love and found out I could do more than I even imagined. I hope I keep perpetually falling down harder and surprising myself more when I'm 25 than I did when I was 24 (only three days left y'all).
I'll try to update periodically since summarizing the whole weekend CLEARLY won't do it justice.
Monday, June 12, 2006
Why I Like Online Dating
I've decided that online dating is like being in the 8th grade again:
1. You spend hours on the phone talking with the prospective mate before "going out". (Not to mention IMs.)
2. You are fairly anonymous --- you don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to. My southern gal pal was talking to a guy from myspace for six months and then finally went on a date with him!
3. It's not that big of a deal if you stop dating suddenly.
This could be the reason I love Craiglist so much, combined with that I can get up to 100 emails at a clip and judge the men as I go along, picking them off one by one. No matter how many emails I get, there's always 3 or 4 that stand out.
I'm all about going back to the 8th grade method of dating: holding hands, kissing, and waiting on the sex. Because frankly, sex screws us up. I won't tell this to the CL guys though. But I guess that's just another level of screening - after all, every girl's heard the talk of the future, given it up and never heard from the dick (literally and figuratively) again.
So in the immortal words of Whitesnake:
Here I go again,
on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
Well, maybe not, but it was in my head.
1. You spend hours on the phone talking with the prospective mate before "going out". (Not to mention IMs.)
2. You are fairly anonymous --- you don't have to tell anyone if you don't want to. My southern gal pal was talking to a guy from myspace for six months and then finally went on a date with him!
3. It's not that big of a deal if you stop dating suddenly.
This could be the reason I love Craiglist so much, combined with that I can get up to 100 emails at a clip and judge the men as I go along, picking them off one by one. No matter how many emails I get, there's always 3 or 4 that stand out.
I'm all about going back to the 8th grade method of dating: holding hands, kissing, and waiting on the sex. Because frankly, sex screws us up. I won't tell this to the CL guys though. But I guess that's just another level of screening - after all, every girl's heard the talk of the future, given it up and never heard from the dick (literally and figuratively) again.
So in the immortal words of Whitesnake:
Here I go again,
on my own goin' down the only road I've ever known.
Like a drifter I was born to walk alone.
Well, maybe not, but it was in my head.
Sunday, June 04, 2006
A Hard (Yet Cushioned) Fall from Grace
So Braff never called. I went out on Friday with Michelle to see THE BREAKUP (fabulous movie, I love Jennifer Aniston so very, very much) and then met up with Stolie, the Funky Brown Chick (see right) for drinks.
Then I proceeded to go out for drinks with Ray, a guy that I met via CL who was okay but I wouldn't really want to date him and then headed back up to my hood to see OpenMic Guy and his friends.
OpenMicGuy runs my favorite restaurant above 168th Street (i'll never tell!) and I thought we had a connection, and I was sure he was going to call last night and find out what's going on at the very least. (What was going on was that I was sitting around by myself, bitching that my neighbors were having a party.) But, like Braff, the call never came.
Lori, my best friend in Michigan, tried to cheer me up by telling me OpenMicGuy was on "boy time" (she called to tell me she bought her wedding dress). That worked for a while, but I'm still disappointed.
Just another point that I'm not the mankiller I seem to be at times; out of the four guys I had on my plate Friday morning (Ray, ComediMan, Braff, and OpenMicGuy), only ComediMan held up his regular routine, calling me at 3:30 and 5:30 am, presumably for a booty call. In a twist of comedic irony, I have yet to call HIM back.
Then I proceeded to go out for drinks with Ray, a guy that I met via CL who was okay but I wouldn't really want to date him and then headed back up to my hood to see OpenMic Guy and his friends.
OpenMicGuy runs my favorite restaurant above 168th Street (i'll never tell!) and I thought we had a connection, and I was sure he was going to call last night and find out what's going on at the very least. (What was going on was that I was sitting around by myself, bitching that my neighbors were having a party.) But, like Braff, the call never came.
Lori, my best friend in Michigan, tried to cheer me up by telling me OpenMicGuy was on "boy time" (she called to tell me she bought her wedding dress). That worked for a while, but I'm still disappointed.
Just another point that I'm not the mankiller I seem to be at times; out of the four guys I had on my plate Friday morning (Ray, ComediMan, Braff, and OpenMicGuy), only ComediMan held up his regular routine, calling me at 3:30 and 5:30 am, presumably for a booty call. In a twist of comedic irony, I have yet to call HIM back.
Friday, June 02, 2006
Another Reason to Love Google
I’ve decided to add another facet to ranking guys by their “number” (a tool my roommate and I use that is a combination of personality and looks, as well as good behavioral traits like picking up the phone to call or sending witty text messages—or by our recent pattern of dating 35 year olds---knowing how to text message at all): Googleability.
The ComediMan pissed me off last night. Mishy and I stopped by the bar above the club to say hi and had to a) wait forever and a day for him to be there and b) then got shunned. I was really mad, but not as mad as I would have been had I not been successfully flirting with the bartender, who I will call Braff because he looks a lot like Zach Braff, but cuter. And he’s younger than 30 (27, which is the perfect age for me to date according to me) which is a definite plus.
I broke the cardinal rule and gave him control---otherwise known as my number. And unlike the drunk guy from Mishy’s publishing company, I don’t think he’s going to call me three or more times, send me countless text messages and two voicemails all in an effort to get me to come back to the bar we left and play beer pong.
But I am hoping (so much!) that Braff calls, so we can hang out in the park and maybe make out a bit. I might be stretching things a little since I just met the guy, but Braff makes me want to take things slow. Mind you, he might be a lot less nice, cute and/or witty now that he’s not behind a bar. But if he is… I’m in trouble.
So back to Googleability…. ComediMan is completely Google-able, to the point where I say to my friends: You wouldn’t recognize his name, but I know you know his face. And since I was late to work because I was watching the man I sleep with, who booty calls me at 4:30am, who called twice to see if I got home okay last night, sitting with two other comedians and Matt Lauer at 8:18am on Today.
The Today appearance pretty much guarantees that I’ll sleep with him again. At least once, maybe twice. And he knows it. Like Business Week guy, I love the fact that he looks oh-so-impressive on a Google search.
It is pretty much boy central right now in my life; I posted another ad on Craigslist when I hit a particularly evil low sleeping with Berger about two weeks ago--- and managed to get one or two decent guys out of it. I may hang out with the Princeton Grad today (I’ve been trying to get a drink with him but keep getting distracted) if I’m unable to snag an afternoon shag from the ComediMan or if Braff doesn’t call me. I also have Open Mic Night guy that I gave my number to who called me the next evening…… I’m not sure about that one, but I’ll give anybody three dates, particularly when I do the initiation. (Unless you’re Dennis Leary or Janeane Garofalo, you just can’t pull off saying, “Sorry I didn’t notice during that song that your teeth are kinda weird and you have a stoner glaze, can I have my number back?”
This afternoon, I’ll be able to answer the question I’ve been asking myself all morning: Will my good looks and witty note-writing charm be enough to make Braff roll over in bed this afternoon, pick up the phone and call that girl he met at work last night?
Man, I hope so. Because it would be delightful for ComediMan to call me and not get any play. Again. (Secretly, readers, I like ComediMan, but he’s totally holding me at arms length, and will allow me to see his body but none of his real personality. It sucks. But I like the sex, and figure that if the info on who he really is comes later, great. Otherwise I can keep getting laid---hopefully without getting hurt---until the personality comes along, preferably in a lovely package.)
And I have to keep him around so that Super Cool Comedian D (a friend of ComediMAN and also a host of a show on COMEDY CENTRAL! ) comes to my birthday party.
The ComediMan pissed me off last night. Mishy and I stopped by the bar above the club to say hi and had to a) wait forever and a day for him to be there and b) then got shunned. I was really mad, but not as mad as I would have been had I not been successfully flirting with the bartender, who I will call Braff because he looks a lot like Zach Braff, but cuter. And he’s younger than 30 (27, which is the perfect age for me to date according to me) which is a definite plus.
I broke the cardinal rule and gave him control---otherwise known as my number. And unlike the drunk guy from Mishy’s publishing company, I don’t think he’s going to call me three or more times, send me countless text messages and two voicemails all in an effort to get me to come back to the bar we left and play beer pong.
But I am hoping (so much!) that Braff calls, so we can hang out in the park and maybe make out a bit. I might be stretching things a little since I just met the guy, but Braff makes me want to take things slow. Mind you, he might be a lot less nice, cute and/or witty now that he’s not behind a bar. But if he is… I’m in trouble.
So back to Googleability…. ComediMan is completely Google-able, to the point where I say to my friends: You wouldn’t recognize his name, but I know you know his face. And since I was late to work because I was watching the man I sleep with, who booty calls me at 4:30am, who called twice to see if I got home okay last night, sitting with two other comedians and Matt Lauer at 8:18am on Today.
The Today appearance pretty much guarantees that I’ll sleep with him again. At least once, maybe twice. And he knows it. Like Business Week guy, I love the fact that he looks oh-so-impressive on a Google search.
It is pretty much boy central right now in my life; I posted another ad on Craigslist when I hit a particularly evil low sleeping with Berger about two weeks ago--- and managed to get one or two decent guys out of it. I may hang out with the Princeton Grad today (I’ve been trying to get a drink with him but keep getting distracted) if I’m unable to snag an afternoon shag from the ComediMan or if Braff doesn’t call me. I also have Open Mic Night guy that I gave my number to who called me the next evening…… I’m not sure about that one, but I’ll give anybody three dates, particularly when I do the initiation. (Unless you’re Dennis Leary or Janeane Garofalo, you just can’t pull off saying, “Sorry I didn’t notice during that song that your teeth are kinda weird and you have a stoner glaze, can I have my number back?”
This afternoon, I’ll be able to answer the question I’ve been asking myself all morning: Will my good looks and witty note-writing charm be enough to make Braff roll over in bed this afternoon, pick up the phone and call that girl he met at work last night?
Man, I hope so. Because it would be delightful for ComediMan to call me and not get any play. Again. (Secretly, readers, I like ComediMan, but he’s totally holding me at arms length, and will allow me to see his body but none of his real personality. It sucks. But I like the sex, and figure that if the info on who he really is comes later, great. Otherwise I can keep getting laid---hopefully without getting hurt---until the personality comes along, preferably in a lovely package.)
And I have to keep him around so that Super Cool Comedian D (a friend of ComediMAN and also a host of a show on COMEDY CENTRAL! ) comes to my birthday party.
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