Friday, July 5, 2013

I met them all on Wednesday.

I'm fairly certain that I'm going to meet the love of my life in New York. On Wednesdays I tend to meet  a new bloke that toots my horn. Here are 6.

Bloke # 1. The Century 21 manager who so kindly gave me his coffee when i was about to go narcoleptic on the subway and then so sweetly offered me a significant discount if I would visit him at the store he managed. Thank you. But I think we should ask your wife -- if your going on a date with me is a deal breaker for her.

Bloke # 2. The random guy who I talked with at 4am on the PATH platform -- small talk does not mean you can shove your tongue down my throat. I know you were a bit shocked that I pulled back, as you stated, "It's because I'm white, right?" It is not because you are white. It is because a lady such as myself needs to be properly courted, which did not happen during our 2 minute convo. And you were a bad bad kisser, like circa my first kiss in the 7th grade.

Bloke #3.  The fact that you have childhood pictures of you with Barbara Bush scares me and that's why I could not stay over. And you called me an ebony princess more than once. I consider myself mocha. And I only hook up with republicans in DC.


Bloke #4. I have not been with a white women in 10 years. [Me neither]

Bloke #5.  I want two boys, and however many babies it takes for me to get them. [I am not an easy bake oven]

Bloke #6.  I bought you three drinks, how many more until you're in my bed? [About 7. Then neither of us will remember what happened and only if you live in brooklyn and only if you're moving countries soon]

FWIW -- None of these lines worked, which is shocking because I've always wanted to be a token, who mass produces spawn, after a few happy hour drinks.

Scattered


There is no rhyme or reason to this post. I just felt like writing. To my one follower, I apologize for not updating this blog more frequently. 

I have reconnected with my first love and have been hopping to as many places as I possibly can -- Bangalore. Paris. Chicago. Vancouver BC. Seattle. Berlin. Prague. Providence. Mysore. Kansas City. Austin. San Diego. Portland. Raleigh. Floyd. Goa.

As for my 2012 resolutions, I still have not made it to Idaho. However, I learned to whisper and can demonstrate this on demand.

I met Biden. I left a job. I started meditating. I launched a company.

I learned that in New York, let's have a cigarette means  -- let me stick my tongue in your mouth. That a night cap is not the last drink of the night -- but is the adult version of let's watch a movie. And that McDonalds is the best place to meet a boy after 2am.

I took a new gig. To my surprise, no one has yelled at me in a week. My colleagues have not hacked my email. I have off today and no one called me to revoke my vacation this morning. And no one has asked me questions about my sex life in a staff meeting. #Progress

I realized that a large portion of the guys I've dated move to Chicago. Does this mean I should avoid this place or hop a flight immediately??