Tuesday, March 31, 2009


take from this what you will because it is all I'm going to say on the matter: silence, in an inopportune time, can be deadly. I learned this lesson Friday.

Don't be creepy

My good friend Billie* asked if she could set me on a date with a friend from her jui jitsu class. Not having been on a blind date in over a couple months and making a conceited effort to come fully out of my hibernated state, I clearly said yes (this was after taking into consideration that I met her other jiu jitsu friends one night at a party and one of them was under 5''3' and the other was wearing a blue wind suit).

I digress. A couple days after I agreed to this date I get an email from Billie* at work simply saying, "would you still go out with him?" with a picture attached of this guy, Chad*. I emailed her back and said yeah sure, hes cute (which he was), and thought in the back of my mind that her emailing me a picture of him was a bit weird. This past weekend I brought it up in front of our other friends. "Don't you think its weird to send a picture of someone you're being set up with?" I postulated to our friends.

"Yeah, thats kind of creepy, like just unnecessary maybe," a friend said.

"Wait, did you send him mine too??!!" I asked.

"Yeah, of course, why not?" Billie said.

"That is so weird! Now its not a blind date! Wait, what picture did you send?"

"Uh, I don't remember..."

This went on and on. Chad* called the next day while I was watching I Love You, Man with my sister and then I sorta, kinda forgot to call him back until last night. Or I just kind of avoided the call. I'm not sure why.

Anyways, I called him back last night and although I shut my door, Elaine* and Andi* sat in the living room and listened to my conversation just like my mom used to do in 6th grade. As it turns out, Chad* is a nice guy (over the phone at least). Although he did say, 'Billie said you were trying to go on lots of blind dates which I thought was kind of weird, but from your picture and what she says about you, I really would like to take you out!' I visualized kicking Billie in the shins right...then.

We tried to pick a night to go out and as most New Yorkers discover, everyone is always tooooooo busy. He could only really do weekends and I have my weekends booked until the second weekend in May. (Yes, I am that popular). Ordinarily, that would be a really good excuse for me to come up with, but its actually the truth. I told him I could also never do Wednesdays because I have a class. He asked what kind. For some reason I felt this was a perfect opportunity to be witty and hilarious, so I started to make up some silly something like, "A dinosaur study..." and just as the joke was loosing steam (mainly because it had none to begin with -- on Wednesdays I take a writing class, WTF?? no dinosaurs), Elaine* poked her head in my room and mouthed, "Don't be creepy!"

Touche. Chad* and I have yet to set a date....as in... our first date. But I don't think it was the creepy jokes, simply the clashing schedules that slowed us down.

Monday, March 23, 2009

Trader Joe's

I went to Trader Joe's tonight. I have come to the conclusion that not only do they have the best deals in town (and free delicious treats!!), they also have the most attractive male employees of any supermarket. I can't speak for the Brooklyn one, but I definitely saw some potential in Union Square tonight. I thought I had a moment with the guy at my check-out counter, until I realized the raffle he was telling me about was for everyone, not just a special little deal between us.

Bottom line, ladies, the 30 min express line is worth the wait.

Steve Harvey...seriously??!!!

Steve Harvey is giving dating advice. Seriously. I thought He's Just Not That Into You was bad, but this book, How to Act Like a Lady, has taken things to a whole new level of disatrous men-giving-women-advice-on-dating.

I do have to say, I laughed out loud at this article. Mostly about Oprah's stupid questions. But also when Steve Harvey says men don't care about women's hopes and dreams; they come up to us with an agenda. Touche, Steve Harvey, touche.


Sunday, March 22, 2009

Happy First Day of Spring!

I went to Vig Bar on Friday night. I did not see Vig Bar boy because, as it turns out, he was out of town this weekend. He was in Florida. My friend convinced me to text him, "How soon can you get back?" Whaaaaaaaaaaat?? Bad choice. And no response. Our timing is off. I think this is a sign.

So to make up for this loss, I ended up running up a $50 bar tab and dancing with a nerdier than Matt Damon in Good Will Hunting look-a-like for most of the night. And then closer to 3 am I remember talking to a guy that lived in Jersey City, NJ. That is when I knew it was time to come home -- when it comes to NJ, just say no. I came home and went in Elaine's* room and turned on her light - just to be friendly and say hello (I think...this part is hazy).

My punishment for such a night was absolute death on Saturday and physcially having to miss two very fun parties Saturday night, staying in and watching Law and Order and drinking G2 (the low cal gateroade) instead.

I started the spring off with a bang. Hope everyone else did as well! Now lets just get the warm weather here.

Monday, March 16, 2009

Don't settle

I was lucky enough to see all my college friends this past weekend. I had a conversation recently with Elaine* about how in our respective groups of college friends, we are the only single ones. This is when I use the excuse ‘I live in New York – dating is tough here,’ even though that kinda depresses me because in college I used similar rational for not having a boyfriend that ‘the ratio of girls to guys at this school is really bad – dating is tough here.’

Anyways, while it is easy to get discouraged about not having a boyfriend when everyone else does, spending time around all my best friends and their great boyfriends makes me remember I don’t want to settle for some loser boyfriend when I can have a potentially great guy like one of them. I try to remember this when I think maybe getting back together with my ex would be a convenient and interesting idea. I told my co-worker this and he told me I was too young to move backwards. Well said.

On an interesting note, I received a text from Vig Bar boy on Saturday night saying, “word on the street was” I was at Vig Bar. I have not seen this guy except for an awkward run in at Village Tavern like a month ago in which I plainly avoided him except for to say ‘hi’ on my way out. I texted him back Saturday, obvi, and told him word on the street was wrong, I was not at Vig Bar…but maybe I would be this weekend. Te he.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009



This blog may be super old to some of you, but if you haven't seen it, take a second to judge the girls that write this blog. Or, more, the girls that comment.

On another note...

Elaine* tried to tell me that it was harder for girls to get dates during a recession because guys were depressed over the financial woes and didn't want to spend extra cash on superfluous things like dinner and a movie. (Hey, remember that TBS show "Dinner and a Movie" ? Does that still come on? I don't have cable...) I'm not so sure about this, but I lined up all the factors and here is what I cam up with:

recession = guys asking me out on less dates and less drinks bought for me at bars --> me feeling bad about myself because of less dates and less free drinks --> me being poor due to these factors --> this lack of self confidence leading to joining online dating website and stalking ex-boyfriend on facebook --> only attending functions with open bar and therefore only meeting other poor people --> planning on attending random friend of friend's party in hopes to meet someone!!

Keep you posted...