Weekend update 4/23

I just realized I didn't do a post last Monday. Huh.

My weekend didn't go the way I had planned but ended great. Was supposed to meet up with a friend that was in town from San Fran Friday night but she never called. I was annoyed because I would've gone to the gym but instead I sat around all night waiting for a call that never came. I didn't have her number.

Saturday I went to Park Slope and my friend Hans made brunch for me. Really good fritatta with potatoes. He had a strawberry smoothie waiting for me when I walked in the door. So sweet. We chatted for a long time and then he showed me around the area and we walked through Prospect Park. It was a GORGEOUS weekend so it was really nice.

Then Dave and I were supposed to hang out Saturday night but by 6:30pm I hadn't heard from him which is unlike him. He called then and said that he had to handle some family drama and wouldn't be able to hang out. Which was fine. I just felt bad for him. As if he doesn't have enough to deal with. That guy can take on so much. It's crazy.

Sunday he took me to Da Silvano for lunch. SUCH a good meal! I would only eat vegetable if I could cook them the way that chef did. And I ate ferns. Fern stems that hadn't bloomed yet and were curled up and sitting in butter. Yummmm.

Had a greyhound and planned on only having one more of those and that would be it for alcohol, but noooooo...

Dave ordered a bottle of champagne that we split. That got me buzzed. We walked around SoHo, Little Italy, Chinatown and ended up at the Williamsburg bridge on South Street and walked along the water. It was really nice.

Then we met up with his friend Steve and a girl that was visiting him from out of town. Had 3-4 beers at that bar. Then we went to dinner and had two different wines there. I was drunk.

We had a great time. I was all-consumed with having "the talk" but it never happened and I'm over it. At one point I did bring up with him that I don't want to add any more stress to his already too stressful life and he said, "I just need you to be patient with me when I'm tired sometimes."

That one simple statement wiped out all of my stupid, girly overanalyzation. I was laughing to myself. I thought, "I can do that. No problem."

The only other thing I was wanting to talk about was if he saw potential in us but I know he does just by the way he talks. Eventually I'll need to hear the actual words come out of his mouth but I'm good for now.

NY is SO AMAZING right now! It's the springtime weather I've always heard so much about. Everyone is outside, smiling, looking good, eating at the outdoor cafes. Ahhhh, I'm in heaven right now.

Bad week

I started to freak out about my situation with Dave and had a couple of bad moments with him this week. I snapped at him on Tuesday night at dinner for no reason. Then this weekend we went out Saturday night and actually had a BLAST. Went to this great restaurant, Momofuku, with Pete, Crisi, Aaron & Beth. We got wasted though. Wasted.

Beth was so great to me. She was telling me that they hated his last girlfriend and she knows that Dave's life is really complicated which makes him frustrating to date but she said she wants me to hang in there because they like me so much. Felt so good to hear her say that. I thought it was so sweet.

I was frustrated when Dave and I got back to my place that night because I wanted to be with him so badly but he was too tired to have sex. And - as always - I understand as he spent the day busting through concrete in the ground behind his house to try and rebuild his deck and was up early in the morning and we didn't get home until 3am. But the fact remains that we don't have sex that often and it frustrates me.

So Sunday we went to brunch with Pete and Crisi. I was hungover and proceeded to have 5 drinks. Got drunk. And I can be a bitchy, moody drunk. I started thinking ahead to this summer when Dave's going to be busier than he is now and got really depressed.

In the car on the way home he could tell I was frustrated that he wasn't staying with me that night and said, "It's not like I'm running around getting drunk with friends." I know, I know. Then he apologized for being too tired Saturday night. I told him it's okay but I'm still frustrated. Then I asked him if he's going to be busier this summer than he is now because I need to prepare myself emotionally and he said yes.

I got really quiet. I told him I need a "state of the union" this week and I got pouty and left the whole great weekend on a sour note. I HATE that I did that - I feel really bad - but I was drunk and in my mood.

We've been dating for 2 months and he really could be it for me. I have no idea where his head is though. So I'm equally looking forward to chatting with him this week and also scared to death. One thing that will help us is for me to not get so freakin' wasted. I'll work on that.

What I'm going to tell him is that I understand the amount of pressure he's under and I certainly don't want to add to that. So I'm going to work on my attitude and try not to get pouty and pissy when he can't spend the night. I'm sure I will sometimes but I'm going to work on that part of my personality. But what I need from him is to know if he sees potential in "us" and if he's really hoping I'll hang in there with him. If he does feel that way then the frustration of dealing with his schedule and lack of energy will be worth it.

Because he's worth it. He's fucking amazing. I'm in HEAVEN when I'm with him and he'll be worth the wait.

I'm also going to tell him that what will help me get through the frustrating times is for him to send me a tiny text message that says, "miss you" or something like that. Would make my whole day. Just every once in awhile as a nice surprise. I'm a girl and I need to hear that shit every once in awhile.

Now - will I be able to get through this conversation without crying? Prooooobably not because I'm so fucking sensitive and nervous about it but we'll see.

Weekend update 4/9

Friday night I went to the gym after work then went home and waited for my work friend to call about maybe going out that night. "The Sound of Music" was on TV so I curled up on the couch and howled and yodeled for the next 1 1/2 hours. Work buddy never called but that was a good thing because I was exhausted.

I read "A Movable Feast" on Saturday. Really good book. Loved it. Then went to gym again and then went to see the Will Ferrell movie and it's hysterical! Loved it. Much better than "Anchorman" in my opinion.

Didn't get drinks after the movie...everyone wanted to go home which was fine with me because I wanted to go to church for Easter Sunday for some reason. Haven't been to church since high school (except for weddings/funerals) and I was just in the mood.

So I Googled "Methodist church West Village" and found one on 7th Avenue and went. It was soooo interesting. It's a church that's very liberal and open to everyone which I liked. So there was a good ethnic mix, gays are welcome, etc. Two homeless guys were there and they kept getting up during the service. One obsessively combed his hair the whole time.

They had interpretive dancers, hip hop dancers, 4 different ministers. The Latino minister sounded just like Stimpy from "Ren & Stimpy" so I was having to supress my laughter which works really well in church. He would say something like, "The jjjoy I feel wif Hay-sus in my liiife..." and I would think, "Telllll me a story..." (the famous Stimpy line).

I sang, "Christ is Risen" and other songs who's lyrics I don't agree with. There was a guy playing the electric guitar in bad Santana-style. They had the "meet the person next to you" thing but it lasted 10 minutes and I swear I met everyone in the church. One woman hugged me. Then they had a "if you're a visitor please stand up" moment. Ugh. So I stood up and then they said, "If you feel comfortable please introduce yourself to the congregation."

Aaaaaand I sat down.

The main sermon was pretty good (read: short) and he didn't preach. He admitted that he sometimes has a hard time with the whole "resurrection of the body" part which I thought was interesting.

Anyway...lovely experience. Don't think I'll be going back there anytime soon but I'm glad I did it.

Then I ate brunch at Grey Dog's and got the Times and read about a photo exhibit in the Arts & Leisure section so I decided to go because it was closeby in Chelsea. The pictures were just okay. She's been to some of the same places as me and she literally had one photo that was EXACTLY like one of mine but it's not an interesting picture so I didn't understand why it was included.

They had two floors dedicated to art about the Dalai Lama and I bought a book in the bookstore called "The Quantum and the Lotus" about how physics and Buddhism aren't mutually exclusive. Reason & Faith. I've always been interested in that stuff.

Love how I started the day at a Methodist church and ended it on Buddhism. WTF?

I then proceeded to search 4 different drug stores for Cadbury eggs because I treat myself to a 3-pack every year but they were all out. So I got 2 of the Reece's eggs and then a caramel Cadbury egg. Then later in the day I got a piece of carrot cake.

Can we saaaaaay PMS?

Dave was at his parents all weekend so I didn't get to see him but we're hanging out tomorrow night. Was good to miss him a little bit. Okay a lot. Am dying to see him.

Our website finally has a launch date of May 8th! Yay!!!!!

yay :)

I was a little disappointed earlier this week because Dave hadn't invited me to his parent's place in upstate NY for Easter. I knew he was going up there and not that it's 100% expected at this point that he should invite me but it's pretty close.

Wednesday night we went to dinner at Freeman's (where we had our first date) and he brought it up and said that he wanted to bring me up there but there are so many family members staying at his parent's place that I'd be sleeping on the floor. He's on either the floor or a couch as it is. So that made me feel better :)

We had a great night Wednesday night. Fun conversation where you're sharing funny stories of stupid stuff you did as a kid, etc.

I'm liking him more and more. I feel so safe with him and he makes me laugh and makes me want to be a better person. He treats me so well. He's the most responsible guy I've ever met besides my dad. The safest I've felt in my adult life is when he comes up behind me and holds onto me and puts his chin on my shoulder and kisses my neck. Heaven.

My other favorite thing he does is he'll grab a couple of my fingers and put them to his lips as if my fingers were a pen or something and he's thinking deeply about something. He'll kiss them and just hold them there. I love when he does that.

Please forgive me. I'm in lala land....

Won't get to see him as he's leaving tonight for his parents house but it'll be good to miss each other.

I may go out with a co-worker tonight and then perhaps see a movie tomorrow and then I might go to church on Easter Sunday. We'll see. Depends on if I go out Saturday night. For some reason I'm in the mood to get a speech about being a good person.

Wonder what I'm subconsciously feeling guilty about?

Weekend update 4/3

Dinner with Dave Friday night. Poor boy got up at 4:30am that morning and worked all day and then met me for dinner and we were up until about 1am. I don't know how he does it. His work isn't going to let up anytime soon and if anything is going to get busier which stinks because that means I won't get to see him that much. And when I do I'm getting the last ounce of juice he has in him for the day.

Doesn't make for great sex.

I'm very impatient by nature and am going to try and work on that part of my personality so I don't get too frustrated. He can't help it. He started his company about 3 years ago and has to work his ass off to get it going. PLUS, his dad is his partner so his parent's retirement is tied up in this company too. So he has just a LITTLE bit of pressure on him.

I'm lucky I get to see him at all and am flattered that he pushes himself to ensure we do have time together.

Saturday I slept late then worked out and then met up with my friend Amy for drinks which was fun. A guy came up to her and said, "I've been wanting to talk to you all night. But I'm leaving now." And left. What the fuck? Men....

Sunday I slept until 2:45pm! I guess I was tired from having Dave over Friday night and not sleeping well. I'm getting better at actually catching some zzz's when Dave spends the night but it takes some getting used to.

So I just read the Times and then watched "Planet Earth" and "The Apprentice" and went to bed.

Weekend update 3/26

This weekend wasn't exactly what I thought it would be but it was still a good time. Dave, Pete and I drove to the Asbury Park area in New Jersey to stay at their friend TJ's house for the weekend. It was time for them to bottle what's left of their grenache and all of their pinot noir.

TJ's wife wasn't there until the last night because her mom was sick. So it was just me and the 3 boys. I thought it was going to be a huge group of people. But that's fine with me. I love hanging out with the boys.

Friday night Dave was really stressed and tired. Had a shitty day. So we just had some beer, pizza and the boys smoked pot and we went to bed early.

Saturday morning Pete made us breakfast and we sat around for a few hours and then the guys started sterilizing the wine bottles. I sat and watched/read the paper.

We played ping pong. I forgot how much I like playing. Must get a table whenever I have a house. Then we started siphoning the wine from the big jugs into the wine bottles. I helped with that. They even made labels...had the cork machine...foil wrappers...whole deal. So cute.

They made a GREAT meal Saturday night. Cornish hens that they deep fried...grilled veggies and twice baked potatoes. And tons of wine to drink of course. I swear it's magical wine because it tastes good, gets you drunk but none of us were hungover. FINALLY. The perfect drink.

Kristin - TJ's wife - was able to join us Saturday night. Dave said she's one of his favorite people and I can see why. She's so nice and we really got along. We played darts after dinner while the guys finished bottling the wine.

Then we all stayed up late drinking and talking and listening to music. It was fun but the last hour I was dying to get Dave in bed as the sexual tension had been building all day. I swear I feel like a 17-year old guy sometimes. But I wasn't going to be the one to end the evening. Finally Dave did :)

Sunday morning he made french toast (I'm so spoiled) and then we headed back home.

It's starting to unnerve me a bit that Dave's literally perfect. There's NOTHING wrong with this guy. He knows something about everything. He's so thoughtful. He's funny as hell. His personality reminds me of Ed Burns. The way he and his friends are with each other is a lot like that. Cracks me up. He treats me like a queen.

It may sound stupid but I'm having a hard time accepting it all. He gives SO much and I don't know how to give back. He won't let me pay for things. He can cook; I can't. I'll finish my breakfast and he'll grab my plate and clean it. I'm like, "I can DO it, babe!" This is what I've always wanted and DESERVE and now that I have it I don't know how to deal with it. Ha. Love it.

My Gym

I've finally accepted the fact that I'm going to be in a relationship with Bally's Gym for a really long time. I'm one of the idiots that signed a 3-year contract and then couldn't get out of it in the way they said I'd be able.

I'm sure I could just not pay the bill and have a small blemish on my credit report which really wouldn't matter to me, but I've actually gotten used to going to the gym so it's fine. They win.

What cracks me up are some of the regulars that go there.

You've got your married couple that wear lame-ass matching outfits. They wear those wrestling type jackets so that they'll sweat more. Both sport fanny packs, however I've never seen them access the contents.

You've got the girl that thinks she has a better body than she does so she flashes WAY too much flesh. Just wears a sports bra-type top and low-rider spandex pants so that her massive, pale-skinned gut hangs out.

You've got the tiny Asian chick that weighs about 80 lbs. and therefore can't do more than 5 minutes of cardio or she'll faint.

You've got the girl that can't stick to a machine. This girl drives me nuts. She'll do 10 minutes on one elliptical. Then switch to another one. Then go to the treadmill for 5 minutes. Then back to an elliptical. WTF? Just stay on a machine. They're allllll the same, babe.

You've got the Bally's trainers that don't have any clients because they haven't been able to con any members into paying $2,000 for shitty "customized" training. So they hang out and do breakdancing moves in the middle of the floor.

And lastly, you've got the poor, fat lady that walks for about 10 minutes on the treadmill at 2 mph...sweats up a storm...and then says, "Phew! Damn! I'm done!" Love her. You go girl. Gotta start somewhere.

There's more but I'll stop here. I love people watching at my gym.

Weekend update 3/19

Friday night my work friend, Ramin, invited me to a poetry reading. A friend of his was involved somehow. I was looking forward to it as it would be something different to do but Friday was the wintery day from hell in NYC. It was sleeting ALL DAY LONG. I worked from home that day and just listened to it slamming against my window ALL DAY LONG.

Dave had agreed to go with me - I love how he's up for anything - but by the end of the day I wanted to bail on the poor poetry reading and just go to dinner. It didn't start until 10:30pm which is tough on a Friday night (how fucking old AM I?).

So we officially bailed and went to a great new restaurant called Trestle in Chelsea. Then he spent the night and had to leave at 8am the next morning to get work done so that he'd be able to hang out for St. Patty's Day.

We met up around 4pm and went to Bleecker Street Pub/Bar/whatever the third word is. His sister's boyfriend is the manager there. It was perfect because it wasn't too crowded and we didn't have to pay for many of the beers.

So I got to meet the sister, Sandy, and we got along famously. She's a cool chick. Grew up with brothers so we have the same attitude about how annoying most women are, etc. I caught Dave staring at me a couple of times when Sandy and I would be laughing about something and then we'd just stare at each other for a good 10 seconds and smile. Good times...

So we drank there for a couple hours and then went to a place called Schiller's to get some grub. The place looked familiar but I couldn't place it and then later realized that's where Idiot Notre Dame boy Dan took me after I spent the night at his place this one time. Haha....

After Schiller's (where I had the BEST freakin' cocktail... raspberry/mint/rum/somethingorother) we went back to the bar and it was packed by this point but the Bar Stool Gods were on our side because within 5 minutes the people right in front of us left and we got to sit at the bar. Perrrrrrfect.

Sandy told me that she thinks I look like Mandy Moore. Which was so funny because Dave's girl friends said the same thing to me. Then Dave said he thinks I look like a combination of Ellen Pompeo and Diane Lane. Which cracked me up because I didn't know that he had even thought about it. He doesn't watch TV or movies that much so he doesn't really know anyone. He didn't know who Mandy Moore was.

We kept drinking until about 11:30pm and Dave was about to pass out. Not from being drunk (I swear the boy never gets drunk) but just from being tired from working hard/playing hard.

We went back to my place and just spooned all night because the poor boy was exhausted. Fine with me...

Sunday he didn't have to work so we got brunch at Grey Dog's which for once wasn't crowded (thank you very much, St. Patty's Day hangovers)...ate there and then got the paper and came back to the apartment and read the Times for a few hours. Then we saw "Zodiac" which was good but so fucking long. I had no idea it was going to be that long. Then we grabbed dinner at a really good Greek restaurant across the street from my apartment.

We finally had the chat about ex-girlfriends/boyfriends so I had to come clean about how I basically HAVE no ex-boyfriends. When I was finished I said, "I hope that didn't freak you out" and he said, "No, it's hard to freak me out."

What's weird is that I didn't tell him about Joe but not because I didn't want to but he literally didn't even enter my thoughts. I didn't realize I left him out until I saw an email from a friend of mine this morning. Haven't talked with her in awhile and she asked about Joe. Then I thought, "God, I didn't even tell Dave about him."

Don't know what that says about me...that I can completely forget something like that. Whatever...

From Dave and I's conversation I wasn't quite clear on how ready he is to settle down. We've only been dating for a month so we're so not there yet but if he's the type that's not going to get married until he's 50 then that's something I need to know. He did comment on how he completely understands how women feel their biological clocks ticking and that's why the really start wanting to settle down when they're in their 30's. But I wasn't sure if he was saying he's not ready for that or not.

Whatever...I'm just going with it for now. He and I are going to New Jersey this coming weekend for the latest bottling of the wine that he and his friends make. Should be fun.

Hot Actor Boy Jeffrey Returns...

I feel like Carrie from "Sex & the City" when she was starting to get serious with Berger but was still having occasional phone sex with Big.

I'm getting serious with Dave and I just got an email from Hot Actor Boy Jeffrey that said:

You were in my dream last night. We weren't getting
it on, but we were about to...

So as per our routine, I'm supposed to retort with something sexual. Since our emails are so infrequent I'll probably just send him a "quickie" and then I won't hear from him for a couple months.

Men.

I'm Done

I just had dinner with Dave and.....I'm done. He's the one. I'm in love with him. Signed, sealed, delivered. He's it.

It's nothing specific that I can site, but just an overall feeling. An accumulation of everything he represents. I want to be with him all the time and when I'm not I'm counting the minutes until I will see him again. I just got home and I'm doing it already. Won't see him again until Friday night and I can't wait.

And now I'm freaked out. What if he doesn't feel the same way? That's my initial freakout moment, but I'm good at calming myself the fuck down and realizing that all I can do is be myself and hope that's enough. He might not be at the same place but hopefully he will be someday.

I made sure to mention tonight that it bothered me that he was self-deprecating this past Sunday night when I said I was really excited about us and he said something like, "Eh, be careful. This is me you're talking about."

I said that I wanted to make sure he knew that I thought he's wonderful. That he's great. And he acted like he didn't remember it going down exactly like that (defense mechanism) and accepted my compliment and said that he thinks I'm great as well.

I'm just glowing....

Weekend update 3/12

I can't believe it's March 12th, 2007.

But anyway.

Dave, and I are progressing nicely. I'm SO excited about him! We had a really great weekend. Friday night we ate dinner at a tapas place right near my house. Got into more intimate-type conversation. Instead of dismissively saying, "I have a fucked up sibling" or whatever we actually revealed specifics, etc. He looked so good that night. He came home with me and spent the night and we had our coffee/couch talk in the morning. He told me funny stories about this guy he was partnered with when he was steamfitting (laying pipes). He's met the most interesting people...

Saturday night he had to work so I went to a couple of birthday parties. One for Stevie Nix and then one for my roommate's friend at a bar called Lava Gina. Gotta love it.

Sunday Dave and I had a PERFECT day. Went to the Met and wandered around for a couple hours until they closed. He and I have the same taste in art. And of course he worked on the renovation of the Met so he had some cool stuff to tell me about the building. He so damn interesting I sometimes wonder why he's not bored with me yet.

We're good at holding hands and looking at stuff and then separating and going our own way for awhile and then reconnecting. There would be times that we'd be separated and say I was standing there by myself...he would come up behind me and walk by me, grazing me, hand trailing on my butt and then would just keep walking and we wouldn't even look at each other. Then I'd find him later and do it back to him. So hot!

Then he took me to this great Italian restaurant, Baraonda. We feasted because neither of us had eaten all day. Salad, gnocci, sea bass, tirimisu, great wine (he hasn't picked a bad wine yet). More good conversation.

Then he took me to The Campbell Apartment which is the most amazing bar/lounge I've ever seen in my life. It's in Grand Central Station. It was so romantic and you just feel the history sitting there. More good conversation. Tasted some fun cocktails. He came back to my place again and left this morning. He "slept in" until 6am. The boy has to get up so early for work. Crazy.

At The Campbell Apartment he asked me "what do I think of all this?" After a second I realized he was asking what I thought about he and I. I said I think he's amazing and I haven't been this excited about someone in a long time and then he was self-deprecating and said something like, "Nah, be careful. This is me you're talking about." I wish he hadn't done that. Not the time to be self-deprecating. It's the time to take the damn compliment. I was nervous and didn't pick up on it like I should have so I let it go and basically said that I was having a really good time with him and he said the same.

We're in a great place. Really enjoying each other and are taking it as it comes. Not putting pressure on it. It's so easy with him. No games.

My mom asked me today if I had taken my Match.com profile off yet. I hadn't yet but am going to right now. Sign of faith in he and I...

Not this weekend but next weekend we're driving to south Jersey to spend the weekend with all of his friends because they're bottling the latest wine that they've made. He said it's really fun. They make big meals, drink the wine and just hang out and have fun. It sounds great.

Ahhhhhhhh...this feels so good! To be in a healthy, adult relationship for once. They actually exist people!

Belt loop

Had dinner last night with Dave at my new favorite restaurant, Zoe, in Soho. I went there for Thanksgiving with my parents and we loved it. Have been wanting to go back ever since to see what their regular food is like. SO good!

It was a great night. We needed it. Just the two of us. His omnipresent friends......not present.

Good food, good wine, good conversation. We moved to the bar after we finished our long dinner so that we could soak up every minute we had together before he had to go back to work. As we sat next to each other he put his hand around my waist and he tugged at my belt loop and that small gesture sent shivers throughout my body. He just does it for me.

His company is rebuilding the infrastructure of Macy's Herald Square and all the construction guys are working nights since the store's still open during the day so he has to go there to make sure they're on the ball. We were cursing the fact that he had to go to work.

We're going to hang out again tonight but he doesn't have to go back to work.

Sweeeeeet.... [insert emoticon of devil-ish face]

Crappy Picture of Dave

Here's the picture I had to go on in Dave's match.com profile. Can barely tell what he looks like but it's something...

"Dave and Stacey"

Had my 5th date with Dave this weekend. It lasted 24 hours :)

At one point mid-Sunday his friend Pete was on the phone with another of their friends who had asked who he was hanging out with. Pete replied, "It's Chrissy and I and Dave and Stacey." It just hit me that we're already "Dave and Stacey" and that didn't freak me out.

Sat. night we went to dinner with 3 other couples. Met at his friends Aaron & Beth's who have an apartment at Grammercy Park. They're so cute. Married. Have all the perfect Crate & Barrell cheese knifes, wine carafe's, etc. Had a nice cheese/oyster spread for us. Went to dinner at this french restaurant that was annoying/hysterical. Annoying because we had a reservation but apparently that didn't matter. Hysterical because our waiter was high on something and was bouncing around the restaurant yelling strange things. Jumped ON TOP OF OUR TABLE when he was seating us and shouted something inaudible. At least my sea bass was good.

When we were waiting for a table Aaron and Beth were talking Dave up to me. Saying he was one of their favorite people and he's the greatest guy, etc. I love that.

Went to Fanelli's cafe in Soho afterwards after the line at Merck Bar was too long for us. Then he came back to my place. He said, "There's no place I'd rather be right now." Awwwwwwwww........ Then he pinned me against the wall. Yeah, baby!

Sunday morning we sat on the couch and he was telling me a little bit about the different places he's travelled. In the Navy he had to go to Yemen where there was a revolution/coup happening. Crazy stuff. He's so interesting to talk to.

We got brunch at Spotted Pig with Pete & Chrissy and ended up moving to the bar after our meal was done and stayed there from 11am - 5pm. It was really fun. Then we thought it would be a good idea to crash Aaron and Beth's place all buzzed and giggly and hung out there for a little bit and then went back to Pete's apartment to order food and I finally got home around 8:30pm.

He's...just...GREAT! He's strangely perfect for me. He makes me feel wonderful. But he doesn't overdo it. I'm not starving for his affection nor am I wanting him to back off a little. It's like he knows exactly what I need/want. He keeps my ego in check. He finds my quirkiness amusing. He can handle my little sassy comments without getting sensitive. I love that his family and friends are really important to him. He babysits his nephew all the time.

We're at this fun point where we can't stop touching each other whether it's holding hands or him petting my hair or rubbing my back or whatever. If we're hanging out with other people we're both secretly wanting them to leave so we can sneak a kiss or two in. Then when it happens we get caught and made fun of - as we should.

I asked him about his match.com profile that's no longer active and he said he took it off. I asked him how long he was on there and he said a week and a half. He was drunk with friends when he put it up there and I was the only person he emailed and met. Of course my smart ass replied, "Well, you lucked out." His friends were talking about an upcoming trip in July and he said, "If you're still talking to me in July you're coming."

I'm just so excited about him! This is something big for me...

Oh, and Friday night I finally watched "March of the Penguins" despite my extremely irrational fear/hatred of the creatures in the hopes it would cure me.

I didn't. I'm sorry but they're just fuckin' freaky.

Last night

Went to a dinner last night with Dave, his friend Pete (bday boy), Pete's girlfriend, Pete's parents, and another couple. I'm smitten with Dave. He's such a solid guy and he makes me laugh. The more I get to know him the more I like him. Last night he revealed that he and Pete get in fights over politics because Pete doesn't vote and that drives Dave nuts. Dave's the type that makes sure to read the news everyday because he feels it's his responsibility to be an educated voter. Whatever - it's a small thing but all of those small things add up.

He's from New Canaan, CT and was a competitive swimmer when he was younger. He mentioned that he competed in Amsterdam when he was 14 years old but all the other guys were 16-18 years old. Pretty impressive, but he says it like it's not a big deal. Humble. He went to college for a year and decided that it wasn't for him and he'd rather travel around the world with the Navy. So he was in the Navy for 5 years.

We're going to have dinner Saturday night with Pete & his girlfriend and the other couple. I'm at the point now where Saturday seems SO far away and I can't believe I have to wait that long to see him again. [smile]

Weekend Update 2/25

Friday night I rented "Idiocracy" and finally stopped by this BBQ place I pass everyday as I walk home from work and had a really good pulled pork sandwich. The guy was so cool too because my meal was under $15 so I couldn't use a card and I didn't have enough cash. So he said, "Eh, just come back tomorrow and pay." Pretty cool of him. When I went back Saturday to pay he recommended some other good neighborhood restaurants that are cheap but have good food. Love it!

Saturday night I went out with Dave from match.com again. It was his friend Pete's birthday so they had a group going to one of those Medival Times places. I was supposed to meet them at the Port Authority to catch the bus to NJ but I missed it. Long story but I finally made it there.

His friends are great. Really great group of people. Says a lot about Dave. And the Medival Times place was hysterical of course. Then we went to a bar for more drinking...and then to Pete's apartment for...more drinking. The sexual tension between Dave and I was building all night long. I'm SO attracted to him. He's so affectionate. I love it. And the BEST kisser!!! Phew. I hate it when you have to train someone.

So I was drunk and we stayed in Pete's guest room and I had sex with him. I probably shouldn't have but I seriously couldn't help myself. He just knows what he's doing and we're a perrrrfect fit. Feels so good.

I'm on a total high now. He's really great. I love his personality. Great smile. Sparkle in his eye. Motivated. Has his shit together. Makes me laugh. I'm excited :) Which means he probably won't call now. I was embarrassed because I had this freaking HUGE pimple on the side of my mouth. So attractive. I hid it well with makeup but in the morning...notsomuch.

We got breakfast this morning and are supposed to do something this week. He dropped me off and I proceeded to watch about 5 hours of Sex & the City on DVD (thank you, Carrie & Remi) and now I'm watching the Oscars. Laaaazzzzzzy day.

Weekend Update 2/20

Friday night I had a date with Dave from Match.com. He has a really cool personality. Easy to be around and a smart ass. I had fun, but for some reason I couldn't be 100% myself. There were definitely a few times where I said something and it didn't really reflect who I am or what I'm about. And I would laugh to myself. I think he did the same thing too. I hate 1st dates.

Saturday I started to feel sick. Was supposed to have dinner with my friend Amy and some others and I was looking forward to it. I thought I could tough it out but by the time I was at the restaurant my heart was beating double-time, my hands were shaking, I was nauseous and as I ran to the bathroom tears started streaming down my face. I don't know what the hell it was. Earlier in the day I had a headache and was nauseous. Ugh...

So I excused myself and went right back home (luckily it was literally 2 blocks away). Stayed home all day Sunday. It was my roommate's birthday but I was exhausted and I already celebrated it last weekend so I didn't feel bad staying home.

Monday the Dave guy from Friday night texted me to see if I wanted to grab a late lunch. I forgot to mention that he called me Saturday afternoon to say he had fun. Nice move. I hadn't called him back yet because I was sick and just not in the mood to talk. His text said, "I'm playing hard to get. Wanna get a late lunch?" I thought that was funny.

My Treo was dying to I bought a new cell phone. It's SO cool! I ditched the whole PDA thing although this new phone is still pretty swanky, but at least I saved $100. Then I met up with Dave and two of his guy friends ended up joining us. It was so much fun to hang out with 3 guys! I miss that.

Weekend Update 2/12

Friday night was fun but pathetic. It was my roommate's birthday celebration. Went to a bar called Secret (stupid name). Annette is really good at introducing me to people so I met a lot of her friends. Met a straight girl and because I'm Annette's roommate she assumed I was a lesbian. I could tell she really didn't want to talk with me and thought she just must be tired or something. Then she discovered that I'm not gay and lit up and said, "Oh! Hi! Nice to meet you!" It was funny.

I had 4 vodka/tonics and a little orange shooter thing the cute, gay bartender made me. I hadn't eaten that much during the day so I got really drunk. Was dancing with the bartender (always a sign the night needs to end). There was a really hot photographer guy there but I didn't meet him until the end of the night so I'm sure he thought I was annoying.

Annette and I got a slice of pizza and went home. I proceeded to throw up. Lovely. I was literally in bed all day long. Couldn't even drink water until about 3pm. Such an idiot.

My match.com date from Wednesday night texted me to see if I wanted to get a drink but I was too hungover. I managed to make it to my coworker Brian's party in Park Slope though. But not until after 11:30pm. Annette convinced me that I needed to go in case I could meet some cool people. Good point. So I rallied and it was exactly what I thought it would be. I saw the two guys I work with and the host of the party was busy...hosting...and the other one would rather eat his own foot than small talk with me and vice versa.

So I walked into the crowd over literary snobs and just didn't have it in me to try and break my way into one of the cliques. So I sat in a chair and drank a beer and then left.

Sunday morning I bought the Times, a banana and a bagel. Later on I saw "Because I Said So" and it was HORRIBLE!!! God! So damn bad! I was so pissed off sitting there. Then I went to Little Italy to a restaurant for some Chicken Parmesianga. Yummmmm...

Telly Savales Video

This is one of the most disturbing things I've ever seen. Just love that I was born in this decade...

Weekend update

On Friday my friend Eric emailed me and said that he wanted to come crash with me in NY for Super Bowl weekend. His wife was going to be out of town you see and he didn't want to watch it all by himself in Boston. They moved there about a year ago but he doesn't have many friends.

Friday night I had a match.com date that was just eh. And the guy sort of tried to kiss me...or at least have a "moment"...at the end of the date which was out of place given the casual nature and length of the date. I hate when guys try to get a kiss when it's completely inappropriate. He asked me if I'd want to go out again and of course I said yes even though I don't want to.

Eric arrived on Saturday afternoon. We went to Corner Bistro for burgers (so damn good) and had a beer there. Then we went to another bar for awhile and drank some more. We went back to my apartment and I was SO tired and just wanted to go to bed. It was 8pm. Fuck.

And I couldn't bail on him because he's married with an 8 month old kid so this is his weekend to "go crazy." [sighhhhh] Okayyyyyy. So we go to Chumley's and Eric proceeds to annihilate himself. He was talking with everyone in the bar. Forcing them to go check out the shitty jukebox (it was shitty, but still...) and telling them that China sucks. I don't know why China sucks but far be it for me to try and actually get a straight answer out of him when he's on his 12th beer.

Man, China sucks.

Finally, by 1:30am he wants to go home and pass out. He stumbles the one block to my place (thank God we didn't go farther away). I tuck him in to the couch and go to my bed. He comes in there and I get out of the bed and say, "Eric, what are you doing?" and he crashes in the middle of my bed.

Asshole.

So I slept on the couch.

Sunday we go get brunch at one of my favorite places, The Cupping Room, in Soho and then met up with our friend Boob/Mischievious Boy (all of my LA friends have weird nicknames). We met him in LA but now he lives back in NY.

Eric had two bloody mary's at brunch and then drank some beers at this bar. We get a cab to go back to my place to shower before the Super Bowl and in the cab he just all of a sudden pukes. We were stopped at a light and he tried to open the door but still got some of it on the cab door.

Eric and the cab driver proceed to have a screaming match in the middle of the street. I could tell Eric was trying to get the guy to hit him by the way he was yelling at him. I was standing there like a helpless little lamb. The cab driver finally agreed to take $40.

My favorite part is that about 5 minutes into it a woman in an SUV decides it's a good idea to roll her window down and say to the two, big, screaming men, "This is a really bad intersection...you're clogging traffic."

No shit, lady.

Eric and I went to the sports bar by my place to watch the game. Immature Notre Dame boy, Dan, was there with a couple of his friends. My roommate came with a girl she's dating and a couple of their friends which was fun. Eric drank more at the bar. I was amazed. I could never puke and then keep drinking. Ugh. Good for him though.

Dan and I talked some. It was good. And he only hit on me a couple of times so we're getting better. At the end of the night he didn't even hug me and said, "Good luck."

"Good luck?"

Gee, thanks. Guess that means I won't be hanging out with you guys anytime soon.