On days like today, when it's raining and cold, any reasonable person would rather be curled up in bed (preferably not alone) watching movies and drinking coffee.
And yet, here I am, stuck at work... thinking about a boy...
boo.
xoxo
g
Monday, May 16, 2011
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
update:
so my wednesday night date got canceled (he forgot about an importnat work-realted dinner meeting). but he canceled via text message with a vague "raincheck? snowcheck?" at the end of it. and i told him it was with him if/when he wanted to reschedule. i'm doubtful.
ugh.
i hate you. why do i keep putting myself in this position with you? you clearly SUCK!
you do this thing where you show up, and then disappear.
and then you show up again, but you always disappear again too.
and every time you show up, you say or do something that just kills me. in a good way.
but when you disappear, well that kills me too. in a not good way.
so you need to stop this disappearing act. you need to just show up, and stay put for a while. because if you feel even a bit of what I feel, this could really be worth something... something worth staying put for...
xoxo
g
so my wednesday night date got canceled (he forgot about an importnat work-realted dinner meeting). but he canceled via text message with a vague "raincheck? snowcheck?" at the end of it. and i told him it was with him if/when he wanted to reschedule. i'm doubtful.
ugh.
i hate you. why do i keep putting myself in this position with you? you clearly SUCK!
you do this thing where you show up, and then disappear.
and then you show up again, but you always disappear again too.
and every time you show up, you say or do something that just kills me. in a good way.
but when you disappear, well that kills me too. in a not good way.
so you need to stop this disappearing act. you need to just show up, and stay put for a while. because if you feel even a bit of what I feel, this could really be worth something... something worth staying put for...
xoxo
g
Monday, January 10, 2011
when every kiss feels like a first kiss...
hi kids!
i think, that any friday night where you get to kiss 2 different boys is a good friday night.
and it's an even better friday when you get to end the night kissing the boy that you really really really like. the boy that you HAVE really really liked for... what... 2.5/3 years?!?!
so yeah. i was kinda not feeling boy #1 so i texted boy #2. not thinking he'd actually reply. because i had begun to give up on him. but it was almost 1:30am, so i only had about 30 minutes before "nothing good happens after 2am territory" -- (see also: how i met your mother) . plus, i was wearing a pretty magic outfit -- black top with spliced open back -- perfect for a hand to slip through, and dark skinny jeans tucked into thigh high black leather boots. magic boots. forrest gump had those sneakers, i have these boots.
AND HE RESPONDED! and pretty soon i was in a cab, heading up to midtown to meet him. all the while totally tweaking out.
but the minute i walked into the bar, and saw him there, standing there, looking too damn hot for his own good, all the tweaking went away. and i mighta started beaming.
so we hung out at a bar (a bar i've met him at before-- a bar where they remembered me!!!) and pretty soon he and i were smooching it up. and then. it happened.
it happened.
he stole my line--
him: "hey, you know what we've never done? we've never gone on a date."
me: "a date? like a date-date?"
him: "yeah. i think we should go on a date. a real date."
me: [at this point i can barely speak because i've melted into a puddle of awww... YAY!!!]
i managed to get it together and we made plans. for this wednesday actually. and we're going to a bar i used to go to a lot. and then another bar, that's one of my first date bars in nyc. and has an awesome 'watching it snow' view. and it's going to snow wednesday, i think. yay.
and at some point, he said that he loved that every time he kissed me, when he looked down, i was smiling. awww.... yeah, well... i couldn't help it. every kiss feels like a first kiss...
so the night continued, lots of smooching in the bar, lots of his hand on my bare back. (thank you shirt!!!) lots of him telling me how hot my boots were (thank you boots!) and we eventually ended up at his go-to after-hours bar. till, like 7am. and then we went to the diner, grabbed food and went back to his place. lots of cuddling, lots of kissing. lots of sleeping till 5:30pm the next day (oops!) lots of him telling me how pretty i am. lots of me smiling lots. and lots.
so all in all, a really awesome friday night. with a really awesome guy, who i will see again for our really awesome first date that has been 2.5/3 years coming....
awesome.
xoxo
g
i think, that any friday night where you get to kiss 2 different boys is a good friday night.
and it's an even better friday when you get to end the night kissing the boy that you really really really like. the boy that you HAVE really really liked for... what... 2.5/3 years?!?!
so yeah. i was kinda not feeling boy #1 so i texted boy #2. not thinking he'd actually reply. because i had begun to give up on him. but it was almost 1:30am, so i only had about 30 minutes before "nothing good happens after 2am territory" -- (see also: how i met your mother) . plus, i was wearing a pretty magic outfit -- black top with spliced open back -- perfect for a hand to slip through, and dark skinny jeans tucked into thigh high black leather boots. magic boots. forrest gump had those sneakers, i have these boots.
AND HE RESPONDED! and pretty soon i was in a cab, heading up to midtown to meet him. all the while totally tweaking out.
but the minute i walked into the bar, and saw him there, standing there, looking too damn hot for his own good, all the tweaking went away. and i mighta started beaming.
so we hung out at a bar (a bar i've met him at before-- a bar where they remembered me!!!) and pretty soon he and i were smooching it up. and then. it happened.
it happened.
he stole my line--
him: "hey, you know what we've never done? we've never gone on a date."
me: "a date? like a date-date?"
him: "yeah. i think we should go on a date. a real date."
me: [at this point i can barely speak because i've melted into a puddle of awww... YAY!!!]
i managed to get it together and we made plans. for this wednesday actually. and we're going to a bar i used to go to a lot. and then another bar, that's one of my first date bars in nyc. and has an awesome 'watching it snow' view. and it's going to snow wednesday, i think. yay.
and at some point, he said that he loved that every time he kissed me, when he looked down, i was smiling. awww.... yeah, well... i couldn't help it. every kiss feels like a first kiss...
so the night continued, lots of smooching in the bar, lots of his hand on my bare back. (thank you shirt!!!) lots of him telling me how hot my boots were (thank you boots!) and we eventually ended up at his go-to after-hours bar. till, like 7am. and then we went to the diner, grabbed food and went back to his place. lots of cuddling, lots of kissing. lots of sleeping till 5:30pm the next day (oops!) lots of him telling me how pretty i am. lots of me smiling lots. and lots.
so all in all, a really awesome friday night. with a really awesome guy, who i will see again for our really awesome first date that has been 2.5/3 years coming....
awesome.
xoxo
g
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Let downs and Let.. ups
Happy New Year!
SO. Let's just say that my little dating website afternoon date was completely unremarkable. We met at an upscale bar, had some drinks and burgers, and chatted for way, way too long. Literally, I knew within the first five minutes that I didn't want to go on a second date with this guy (see Barney Stinson's "Lemon Law") and yet it dragged on and on. I didn't have a bad time, per se. Just no real connection, spark, interest. And yet, I really wanted validation. I WANTED this guy to like me, and for me to say - eh, thanks but not thanks. Anyway, he paid for lunch, which was great. Sweet guy, but really nothing between us. We hugged goodbye, and were on our ways. He texted me later on in the day, or maybe the next day saying he had a good time. I responded in kind, and then he texted me on Christmas. Which was odd. I didn't respond. The End? Hopefully?
I'm pretty busy and out of town these next few weeks and weekends. Not really sure when I will even have TIME to date people.
That said, I need to retract my statement regarding pride and walks of shame. Thanks, New Year's Eve. In this scenario, a friend of friend showed up to a party. This guy and I have known each other for a few years - but never see each other due to the fact that he lives in San Fransisco. Great guy. Within 5 seconds of our first conversation when he arrived at the party, I pretty much knew how the night would end. As I put it to our mutual friend "I win." And I was confident that I was going to win throughout the night - despite a SUPER awkward New Years kiss on the cheek. After which I said "Was that awkward??" and he said "Yeah, kinda." and I laughed it off with "It's ok. I'm okay with that."
Anyway, after such a winning evening, we miraculously caught a cab back to my apartment. My intitial intention was to crash somewhere at my friend's condo - who had the party. However, that plan had changed, even though both of our cars were at the location of the party due to lack of public transportation to the venue. That didn't matter at 2:30am when we exited said party. It was fun, cute, contact solution was procured, How I Met Your Mother was viewed. He was wired from a parting espresso shot and continued to beat box while I drifted in and out. And in the morning, we got Dunkin Donuts coffee, and headed out into the New Year. It was a gorgeous day - unseasonably warm for January 1. We walked all the way back to his car, and then he drove me to mine. Friendly, successful, breezy, mostly unexpected. (had I imagined things going down the way they did, I might have cleaned my room a bit better...)
Single life. Living it.
Hello 2011!
xoxo
v
SO. Let's just say that my little dating website afternoon date was completely unremarkable. We met at an upscale bar, had some drinks and burgers, and chatted for way, way too long. Literally, I knew within the first five minutes that I didn't want to go on a second date with this guy (see Barney Stinson's "Lemon Law") and yet it dragged on and on. I didn't have a bad time, per se. Just no real connection, spark, interest. And yet, I really wanted validation. I WANTED this guy to like me, and for me to say - eh, thanks but not thanks. Anyway, he paid for lunch, which was great. Sweet guy, but really nothing between us. We hugged goodbye, and were on our ways. He texted me later on in the day, or maybe the next day saying he had a good time. I responded in kind, and then he texted me on Christmas. Which was odd. I didn't respond. The End? Hopefully?
I'm pretty busy and out of town these next few weeks and weekends. Not really sure when I will even have TIME to date people.
That said, I need to retract my statement regarding pride and walks of shame. Thanks, New Year's Eve. In this scenario, a friend of friend showed up to a party. This guy and I have known each other for a few years - but never see each other due to the fact that he lives in San Fransisco. Great guy. Within 5 seconds of our first conversation when he arrived at the party, I pretty much knew how the night would end. As I put it to our mutual friend "I win." And I was confident that I was going to win throughout the night - despite a SUPER awkward New Years kiss on the cheek. After which I said "Was that awkward??" and he said "Yeah, kinda." and I laughed it off with "It's ok. I'm okay with that."
Anyway, after such a winning evening, we miraculously caught a cab back to my apartment. My intitial intention was to crash somewhere at my friend's condo - who had the party. However, that plan had changed, even though both of our cars were at the location of the party due to lack of public transportation to the venue. That didn't matter at 2:30am when we exited said party. It was fun, cute, contact solution was procured, How I Met Your Mother was viewed. He was wired from a parting espresso shot and continued to beat box while I drifted in and out. And in the morning, we got Dunkin Donuts coffee, and headed out into the New Year. It was a gorgeous day - unseasonably warm for January 1. We walked all the way back to his car, and then he drove me to mine. Friendly, successful, breezy, mostly unexpected. (had I imagined things going down the way they did, I might have cleaned my room a bit better...)
Single life. Living it.
Hello 2011!
xoxo
v
Saturday, December 18, 2010
V is back in the blogosphere.
Back on the dating scene with a bang. Ready to chronicle the crap out of the ridiculous escapades I get myself into.
I’ve only ever been on one other blind date, and it was a “set up” by a mutual friend. All other dates have kind of just been a realization, several weeks into “hanging out.”
Or rather, not admitting to myself that I am actually going on dates.
OR rather, obsessing over the question of “Is this a date or is it not.”
Needless to say, starting from nothing is new.
Is the art of dating lost on my generation? Certainly, my approach to it is unhealthy to say the least. I love the chase. Prior to said chase, I’m swimming in paradoxes of overconfidence, self-assuredness, self-doubt, hopelessness and apathy. When the target is attained, the game begins. Not mean-spirited mind games- just: I call you, you call me, I send my girlfriends a “draft” of whatever facebook message, text message, email I’m considering sending. Is it “breezy” enough? (The “breezy” episode of “Friends” will forever stick in my mind in this stage of a relationship.) Next comes “casually dating.” I will casually date the crap out of you until I wear you down, and you fall desperately in love. And they always seem to. In these situations, I am usually one of two things 1) also desperately in love/in like, or 2) just bored and in need of something to do. I am indeed an evil girl.
After the “real relationship” begins after the long, drawn out “what the hell are we” phase, it starts out great. Then the downswing happens, which we recover from. Then things are just fine for awhile. Then they get worse and worse until it’s horrible, and the only reason I’m still in it is because it’s really fucking inconvenient to break up, I’m terrified of being alone at this point, and can’t we just go back to the way things were when they were good? But you can’t go back.
I’m going on a first date on Saturday afternoon. I recently joined a dating website, and am interested to see how this works. Can I change the course of my own personal history in that I get to know someone through a series of dates, and make a conscious decision whether or not to continue seeing him? How does one begin a relationship without a drunken hook up? This is something I’m startled to find myself asking at the age of 26. Is this demand for maturity self-imposed, or a natural progression? The idea of smiling and saying “oops… walk of shame!” no longer has the same humor mixed with pride that it used to… and believe me, I find this realization deeply depressing.
I'll let you know how it goes! The date is tomorrow afternoon at 1:30pm.
xoxo
V
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
So I pull my collar up and face the cold...
I've been listening to a lot of smashing pumpkins today... (hence the title). i'm not sure what it is about the pumpkins, but i crave them at 2 very specific times of the year-- the end of summer and the beginning of winter.
it seems like that first night in august, that night when it gets just a little chilly and you need a sweatshirt, that i need the smashing pumpkins more.
and then i kinda put them away for a while until that first day (usually mid to late november) when it gets really cold, when you pull out the gloves and hats and bundle up in scarves.
i wonder what it is about the pumpkins that ties them to that first chill down your body...
stay warm.
xoxo
g
it seems like that first night in august, that night when it gets just a little chilly and you need a sweatshirt, that i need the smashing pumpkins more.
and then i kinda put them away for a while until that first day (usually mid to late november) when it gets really cold, when you pull out the gloves and hats and bundle up in scarves.
i wonder what it is about the pumpkins that ties them to that first chill down your body...
stay warm.
xoxo
g
Monday, August 2, 2010
a text is not a date
dear boy,
we went out twice in less than 5 days (1st and 2nd date) and it was great, and all.
and then you "got sick" and i haven't seen you in a few weeks. so there is not reason for your daily text messages. this isn't 5th grade--- that doesn't count as a date. so we're not dating.
so either take me out again ASAP. or leave me alone.
xoxo
g
ps- normally i'd say just leave me alone, but you're really cute. so get your shit together. pls. thnx.
we went out twice in less than 5 days (1st and 2nd date) and it was great, and all.
and then you "got sick" and i haven't seen you in a few weeks. so there is not reason for your daily text messages. this isn't 5th grade--- that doesn't count as a date. so we're not dating.
so either take me out again ASAP. or leave me alone.
xoxo
g
ps- normally i'd say just leave me alone, but you're really cute. so get your shit together. pls. thnx.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
sad face...
I feel so left out from pop culture right now.
I just don't care about Harry Potter... and I'm not camping out for Eclipse tickets..
Just don't really care...
And I really don't care about World Cup either... I'm sorry, I don't...
"I just happen to think it's a mind-numbing bore, and that any reasonable person would rather be playing it than watching it."
--Dan Rydell, Sports Night--
xoxo
g
I just don't care about Harry Potter... and I'm not camping out for Eclipse tickets..
Just don't really care...
And I really don't care about World Cup either... I'm sorry, I don't...
"I just happen to think it's a mind-numbing bore, and that any reasonable person would rather be playing it than watching it."
--Dan Rydell, Sports Night--
xoxo
g
Monday, June 28, 2010
jordan catalano...
I think perhaps that my unrealistic expectations of men stem from my deeply founded love of Jordan Catalano. For those of you who don't obsess over short-lived 90s TV shows, Jordan was the love interest of one Miss Angela Chase on My So-Called Life. One of the greatest TV shows. EVER. (Ok, it was hardly quality programming, but I friggen love it.)
Jordan was the too-cool for school badass grunge rocker (played by Jared Leto) with his perfectly imperfect messy hair, bad attitude and a locker-lean that could melt your heart...
sigh...
Anyway, so it is this obsession that has lead me to multiple crushes and boyfriends. And they're all the same. They don't "make plans" and they don't tell me anything (except for whatever it is I want to hear) and yet I keep going back. Because I just can't stay away.
I keep thinking that they'll change, or make plans with me, or call, or maybe, just maybe write me a letter... or maybe one from hell...
xoxo
g
Monday, June 21, 2010
Happy Summer!
YAY!
had an awesome weekend. Burning Man masquerade party... good times.
a long time ago a friend told me that the people who don't like "games" are the people who suck at playing them... and i must admit, he's right.
i'm bad at games. so stop playing them with me and my mind. please.
thanks.
xoxo
g
YAY!
had an awesome weekend. Burning Man masquerade party... good times.
a long time ago a friend told me that the people who don't like "games" are the people who suck at playing them... and i must admit, he's right.
i'm bad at games. so stop playing them with me and my mind. please.
thanks.
xoxo
g
Friday, June 18, 2010
summa- summa- summa-Friday!
GS: "You know... I don't think I could ever work somewhere where shorts and a tube top were not acceptable Friday-attire"
happy friday kids,
xoxo
g
happy friday kids,
xoxo
g
Thursday, June 17, 2010
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