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
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