I was on the train heading to work when two people started arguing and shoving each other. I cranked my iPod and drowned them out. Fucking savages.
My date picked me up in her car and drove us into the city. My first impression was she was really cute and very well spoken. I was pleasantly surprised when she began speaking in Spanish. Here was this Chinese/Japanese girl that is 100% Peruvian.
What I thought was going to be a three-hour date turned into an all day affair. I am actually starting to notice a trend, either these women have nowhere to go or they actually enjoy my company. Go figure!
I haven’t dated a Spanish girl since high school (since Spanish women hate me) but meeting J and having a great date reignited my desire to give Spanish women another chance. I had forgotten that Spanish people have an initial bond based on commonalities we share by just being Spanish.
T and Al came over to watch Vampire’s Kiss. It was truly memorable.
Afterwards we had a late supper at Mojave. It was really good and I think I might have found my new date spot. Afterwards we hit the city and checked out Boucarou Lounge It was B&T but still a nice place.
I thought I could catch up on my blog, squeeze in my workout and still make it to dinner on time but I was wrong. I arrived at Palm Too, twenty minutes late and could tell the owner was plenty pissed. Luckily, I have the menu committed to memory and everyone trusted me to order.
The food was amazing, as usual and the company even better. All in all the night was a great success and I hope we can hang out with more frequency.
Note: I worry that the stories I told them about all the dating may have warped their perception of me.
Went out for drinks out at Public House and had three women randomly start a conversation with me. I felt good about it but the one I wanted rejected me cause I wasn’t 35 and up. It was funny.
Later swung by Forum but it was a graveyard. Sadly, Vig was just as bad.
Nice invited me to a Glenlivet + Esquire magazine event. I brought Al along and when we arrived I was pleasantly surprised when I saw her wearing this sexy little outfit.
Maybe it was the single malt scotch but I started to see things a bit differently between Nice and I. I had always held the belief that there was some form of attraction between us but the truth is she just needs and wants a friend. I’m glad I can be that guy but couldn’t help but feel a bit stupid. I felt like a kid in high school with a crush on the cheerleader that was just nice to me in the hallway. I also felt I had betrayed myself. A while ago I had promised myself to never let that happen again and here I was fucking up.
Afterward I met up with Jina and I set out to treat this dinner like a date. If I was going to find out her real intentions I needed to go for it. A dinner of amazing Spanish cuisine was peppered with these discussions about how I viewed our friendship. I couldn’t help but feel she was playing games or just trying to negotiate a situation that was convenient to her needs.
She seemed to want a male friend that wouldn’t try to fuck her which makes perfect sense as long as she didn’t give mixed signals. I’ll be the first to admit I’m a big flirt but if you aren’t interested don’t flirt back. So here is the core of the problem I believe she wants me to flirt, pay her attention and shower her with compliments but to never try anything. What the FUCK! That is unrealistic.
I know most men are always trying to get sex without the relationship. But I also believe that for a while now certain women turn a blind eye when they meet a man, they are clearly not interested in, who express’s some form of interest. Women treat these encounters like a buffet or ala carte menu. They meet a man with some of the qualities they desire such as money, culture and maturity but they aren’t sexually attracted.
Instead of ditching the guy they explain how they’ve just gotten out of a relationship, not ready for a relationship or just looking for friendship. These are all great reason but only if they are true and handled with care. The problem with this scenario is that it’s all bullshit, a charade and a blatant disregard of class and decency.
If I met a friend that insisted on paying for every meal and it was clear that they were interested in me I wouldn’t accept them paying the bill for various reasons. If they flirted with me I would stop them or not flirt back. Turning a blind eye sets a precedent and is a form of exploiting the situation.
I believe Jina is a good person but I think she wants it her way. To bad this isn’t Burger King.
I really hate making icons because you invest so much time and effort into something so small. I’m also super afraid of doing them because I suck but luckily I was on point today and did some pretty impressive work. Sure, my boss felt they didn’t fit but he also thought they were beautiful and that means a lot coming from him since he’s amazing.
After work I went for a run and felt great.
Its been a while since the fellas and I have met for beer and wings at Red Sky. So I was happy when Pab and Al invited me to have a little catch up. A few beers and a lot of laughs ignited a fire inside me that seemed to have dwindled.
Somehow in all the dating and confusion of work I had forgotten about the summer. Last summer was rough considering I was dealing with my separation and divorce but I still managed to have fun with booze, women and crazy experiences. I promised myself this summer would be better and somehow Pab and Al reminded (since I had clearly forgotten) me that in a few weeks the real fun begins.
Sweat dripped from my brow as I struggled to carry two weeks worth of dirty laundry down the stairs and through the four doors of my new place. Four doors, really?
I was in a bit of rush since Nice was to be my first guest. I was excited and not because anything was going to happen. Shit, to be honest I don’t think anything will ever happen. I was excited by the prospect of having someone come over to play and also to get their impressions regarding my place.
Luckily she thought it was really nice and even brought over cookies. We watched Gattaca on Blu-ray and played 360. What made me laugh was her tendency to gravitate to the old arcade games like Paperboy. It was nice seeing her get excited and channel that inner child.
We had dinner at Mezzo Mezzo and I later walked her to the train. As I walked back I kept thinking about those tight jeans and retardly hot body. Although I will admit her current work/life situation strikes me as odd and unattractive.
I should have gotten up early and done my laundry but decided my beauty sleep was more important. I’m sure I’ll pay for this tomorrow.
When I awoke I decided to meet Jina at the Brooklyn Museum for the Murakami exhibit. I found the show to be a bit odd and at times hard to call art. Don’t get me wrong Murakami’s work is definitely art. And great art can be very challenging, stimulating and take effort to digest. But I’m not sure this falls into that category since it felt like a big joke was being played on the viewer.
Certain pieces were borderline Hentai (Japanese animated porn) while others just an exercise in scale. To make things worse they had a Louis Vuitton store smack-dab in the middle of the exhibit. Along with that at the end of the exhibit they had a gift store, like any other exhibit except this one in particular had stuffed animal stickers, pins and other assorted chachkes you find in a Sanrio store. Kind of makes taking the work and artist serious, difficult.
After the exhibit we decided to explore the beauty of Park Slope and get a bite to eat. During lunch I got a text from Christopher inviting me to a small intimate tapas dinner at his place. Considering I had time to kill and an urge to get to know Jina I invited her. We killed time at the theater (saw 21 and it rocked) and headed over.
The dinner and company were amazing and what was suppose to be an afternoon in the museum had turned into this full day of events filled with culture, great food, great friends and a ton of flirting.
I dropped Jina off at her place around two and headed to the Delancey to meet up with some female friends. Thirty minutes, a kiss gone awry and a bit of miscommunication later I left to meet up with George at Kana.