Okay… Where to start? It’s been awhile and I have so much shit going on that not much dating has happened in the past few months. Unfortunately, I have not met up with Jew-Mom connection girl. She went away, and then I went away, and then she was in Florida for three months helping out her dad – yada, yada, yada – so it hasn’t happened yet but I will get ‘er done if it’s the last thing I do this summer before moving.


Yes. Things are a little crazy now. I've been really busy with work, traveling (been to Colorado, Costa Rica, and CA three times), and the deathblow to my dating life - I moved to Long Island and live with my parents. BUT this is part of a greater transition as I am moving to Hawaii in August! Like I said it has been a crazy year. And even crazier next year when I move to China the following year!! Why you may ask yourself?


For years, though I have been successful, I have struggled with my career direction. I have had a string of different jobs that lead to dead-ends. In most cases, I just got bored and needed a change. My current gig has been good to me but I have serious issues with the leadership and management of the company, and ultimately I believe my particular unit is going to fail or lose money until things change which means less $$$ for me. I took my GMAT about 4 years ago just in case I wanted to go to business school at some point, and Princeton Review was sending me all these emails about different MBA programs. Last summer I got a notification about a China focused MBA program through the University of Hawaii (http://www.shidler.hawaii.edu/).


When I read about it then, I thought, "Oh. Cool!" And immediately forgot about it. In the fall I read the book, The World is Flat: A Brief History of the 21st Century by Thomas Friedman. In short the book is about Globalization and how it is changing the world we live in. The book was amazing, and a third of the book was about China’s emergence as a world power in business, so the light bulb in my head went on and I remembered the program. I started putting an application (the only application I did) together in Feb, and submitted before the Scholarship deadline of March 1st. A week later I had my admissions interview, and the woman was so impressed with me that she told me I would be getting a scholarship award which is pretty dope. Scholarships are unheard of for MBA programs so it is awesome that I will only have to pay about 50% of tuition. I have started getting all the paperwork and already have a @hawaii.edu email address. The two year program is one year in Honolulu, and one year in China. Then who knows where I will go?! This should be the adventure of a lifetime… my lifetime. The fun begins August 18th in Honolulu so come visit!


On to the some blog news… Yesterday I was pretty sure this blog was soon to be over, but I decided to go back and read it all this morning and am having second thoughts. Shit, I forgot half of this shit that happened and it was cool to revisit everything. It is truly amazing how this whole blog and dating experiment affected my life. When I started I was really down in the dumps from a shitty break-up, and it brought me back to normal and even better. Thanks for those who are still checking back even though I pretty much stopped writing. This year as proved to be insanely busy but I have been chilling with a few steady "Betty's" because I haven't had the time to meet new chicks. I am open to meeting some people but the environment hasn’t been too conducive so we will see what happens. Maybe I will try to churn out a few dates this summer with some Long Island chicks. I will be for sure revisiting the internet dating world come August when I get to Honolulu so stay tuned for some action later this in the year.


Until next time,
Z

Yo yo yo.

It’s a little late but happy 2008. It’s actually MLK today and my office is open, but all of our clients are off. Pretty lame isn’t it. It is a perfect waste of a national holiday. I don’t even have any actual work to keep me busy. Anyways, I spent most of the day putzing around accomplishing a modicum of work. After exhausting all the usual work avoidance activities, like email, Facebook, IM, and MySpace, I figured I hadn’t blessed the world with a blog entry in sometime so now seemed to be a better time than any.

So it has been over two months since I last wrote about life, dating, or both. I want to say a lot has happened since then. Well maybe not a lot but a decent amount of dating activity. There was a point in November\Decemberish when I had four ladies in my rotation, two of which I was pursuing, and the other two of which were more late stage hookup buddies. Oddly enough, Yoga girl is still around. We do a hang and bang about once a month. It’s convenient and friendly. I also revisited the one-night-stand-mismatched boob girl. Well needless to say she has two boobs which I am sure are fake. I guess I was just really blacked out that night, and my recollection was hazy at best. At any rate, we have a couple of rendezvous in the past month or so. These are late night drunken booty calls that are actually kind of fun, though I would never take the girl seriously under other conditions.

At this point four is still the magic number but I have dropped to new ones, and added two more. Sad to say, Fraternity girl is a goner. We went on about three dates, and I enjoyed her company but she had some “shit going on,” and “wasn’t into dating.” Fair enough, that’s a nice enough way to halt things. While I was sad to see her go I kept busy with the Teacher girl, who is now also a relic of the past. We went on many dates, and even slept together once. I think she really wanted to be in a relationship, as she wanted me to meet her sister and her sister’s boyfriend so I got dragged into a pretty awkward night out with them, but she finally gave it up then. Two words. Wide Vagina!

Anyways, she went away over the holidays and I took her out once after. We went to dinner and movie on New Years Day. We get back to my place and the roommate conveniently is leaving, so naturally I try to initiate the sex act. She stops me and gives me this whole song and dance, that if she gets naked, has sex, and puts her clothes back on and goes home, that she feels like a hooker. Well, you could imagine what was going through my mind: “But I took you to the movies!”, “Hookers usually get paid.” or “How bout a blowjob?” I was cordial though, and told her she shouldn’t feel that way but I wasn’t going to debate with her.

She left shortly, thereafter and I haven’t called her since. The next morning she texted me, asking for my email. I was hoping it would be a break-up type email but her sister emailed me about her pending birthday party. There was no way I was going to be paraded around as her boy toy, after she withheld the New Years Day goods!! I waited til the night of the party and texted her that I was tired but she could come by later!!! She returned the invitation back to her place (in Washington Heights), and there was no way that was happening so that’s all she wrote. Goodbye Teacher girl and your wide ass vagina!


On to newer business, there was one forgotten vestige of my match.com experiment that resurfaced. There was this one girl I had played email tag with for months. We finally talked and went out in late December. She was a tall brunette Russian jew from LA. She seemed nice enough but on our date she didn’t drink because she was not feeling well, and the next day she was departing for her vacation to Argentina. We have been playing the same game of email and phone tag to get that second date going. At this point, I am a little disenchanted with her because she a low phone talker. It annoys me to no end speaking to a poor phone conversationalist, or low talker, or quiet shy, whatever the fuck her problem is. When I hear silence on the line, I feel compelled to fill it with nonsensical rambling so on the flip side this girl probably feels the same way that I am a royal jackass. Anyways to make matters worse, I smoked some weed before our last call, and was a complete idiot. Weed makes me think a mile a minute but nothing comes out but “Uhhhh… Yeahhhh!” Needless to say we had a date planned but she cancelled. I plan to give it a fair shot, and crash and burn it to the ground if need be!! I will keep yous posted.

And on to the newest and probably most interesting development. Right around the New Year, my mom was in a department store out in Long Island, and she had some LI Jewish Mother connection with another woman. My sister who was there said the other women took it up a notch, and gave her daughters phone number to my mom. Okay, sounds a little strange but the plot thickens. As it turns, the daughter and the brother went to Cornell, and I definitely knew the brother. The girls name, I won’t mention just yet, drew a complete blank. At any rate, as usual when I get a number from the folks, it lingers a while before I call, if at all. Mom had to harass me for two weeks on this one.

I did a little research on my end, which I think is normal now, but still makes me feel a little weird. I ran her through Facebook, MySpace, and Google. I found some interesting factoids, and a couple of pictures, still couldn’t remember her. Then it got a little stranger. Last week, I went to my roommates new bands show, and I recognized her face in the crowd from my research. She looked pretty decent, and I think we even made some brief eye contact. Well I was flying solo and she was rolling deep, I was also tired and sober at that point, so I chickened out on going over to say hi. How would I explain the whole situation anyways? Maybe at a later point I will tell her about that.

So finally, after putting it off or another week or so I called. We exchanged a few voicemails but eventually got on the phone together. We talked for awhile about this and that, Cornell, work, life after college, etc. As it turns out we had quite a bit in common; sense of adventure, entrepreneurial nature, life of the party, party like a rockstar, and so on. After a while, I let it slip that not too many people knew me by my real name in college, and that I was the infamous INSERT FAMOUS CHARACTERS NICKNAME HERE (don't want anyone googling me and finding this shit!). In an instant, she knew who I was, and that in fact we had met before through some mutual friends. After thinking about it some, I remember her name but not the face. I actually sold her some shrooms back in the day. Ha! She also recognized me from the show and said she was going to come over and say hi but didn’t. I guess I should have a called a week earlier!

Anyways we made plans to meet for a drink and that should happen this week. I checked with a couple of mutual friends, and she was pre-approved by both so I am actually a little bit excited about this one. As always, don’t want to be to fired up about any one date, but I have a good feeling about this one. Should have an update on this soon…


Peace,
Z

I went on my last Match.Com date last week. The Match experience was actually not all that bad. Some would say pretty good… pretty, pretty, pretty good. I spent this pas Friday staying in and kind of wished I still had the account so I could have a date lined up. Somehow over the past year, “dating” became my thing. I do it find it funny, as I never saw myself becoming a serial dater. But alas, I am now, and I am working on lining up some new dates. Even though at the moment, I have nothing to speak of going on besides working on second dates with my last two Match dates. I am not working too hard on this .

As I go into a “hiatus” I am starting to get into a groove. The dates are starting to fit a pattern. That pattern is to meet near Union Square for drinks. Drinks seem to work though. I firmly believe I now would never really like to start a first date with dinner. Drinks are the way to go. It’s the icebreaker, the social lubrication that is needed for the rest of the night. After drinks, dinner is okay but if you from one to the other it’s almost like a date within a date, or second date. If I do two or three movements, within a date, it is a good night. At this point, I’ve learned to end them early if I am not feeling it.

On to new business; I went on a date with who I will now call Fraternity Girl. Frat girl was a pretty cool chick. She was pretty down-to-earth and laid back. Just my speed. She is from Maine, does something in TV editing and production, and played ice hockey in college. Sporty! She is about 5’10”, and looks pretty cute. I met in at Belmont Lounge, off of Union Square. We had a couple of beers there. Over the course of our conversations, it came out that I was in a fraternity in college. She asked me which one and I told her I was in ΘΔΧ. She then starts rattling off the names of the founders of the fraternity which I don’t even really remember. Strange shit! As it turns out, she too was in the same fraternity. So weird! Oddly enough, she went to a school that had co-ed fraternities and she was in it. I was definitely pretty shocked for a bit but I guess it is kind of cool. Definitely a good story to tell my friends from the house.

We hung there for awhile and then decided to move on to another bar where we could hear each other talk. The music was so loud I could only hear every other word. It was pouring rain out, and we had the same shitty umbrellas that the bums sell on the street. We already had so much in common! We then went around the corner to the Watering Hole where there was karaoke going on. Though we did not participate it proved to be very entertaining. I am not sure quite what we talked about but we had about 5 pints each and hung out until 3AM. At the same time, we decided that’s pretty good for a first date and we should call in a night. We hung out briefly on a corner talking, and had a small kiss goodbye.

So that is all for now, unfortunately I have zero new potential dates in the pipeline for now. Hopefully that will change soon. You will certainly hear from me when I do…

Something Old, Something New



It’s been an interesting couple of weeks here. Let’s start with a quick “dating” story. So I do not know if I really alluded to it but I have been seeing someone all summer. I wouldn’t call it dating because it is very casual. We are friends with benefits, f**k buddies, or she’s just a booty call. Whatever it is, it works for me! I am sure it could have been something more but I made sure to keep my distance. If Organic Yoga girl had too much fun on any given week, I would try to avoid hanging out for another 2-3 weeks, which was not too hard give my busy schedule these days.


So a month or so ago, she was sleeping over, and I was just about ready to pass out and she say says, “Can I ask you a serious question?” Obviously not! But I indulged and let her ask away. She wanted to know if I care if she saw other people. I was seeing other people so I figured it would only be fair if she did too. I didn’t tell her that though. I told her I couldn’t give her a serious relationship and if she wanted to look for that she should. In short, no I didn’t care.


Two weeks ago, I tried to make plans with her to get together via IM. She declined but told me she was going to call me anyways. I thought why the fuck would she want to call me if we aren’t getting together to F**k. I pretty much knew where the conversation was going and didn’t care either way. So she calls me up later that evening to tell me she has been going out with new people and doesn’t feel comfortable sleeping with me anymore. I told her I completely understood but would miss it a little.


Shortly thereafter, I sent her an email suggesting a “breakup” sex meeting, which was a complete joke because we were never together. The next morning I get a response. She thinks it’s a great idea and we should plan it for next week. By the time I get to work she has decided she wants to do it that night! So be it. I went over there that night. She made me dinner, and after we did it. Not too long after, I put on my clothes, said goodbye, and went home. Done right? I get to work the next day, and she IM’s me that she changed her mind and is ok with the way things are! Too funny!!


Okay. Next item of business. I went out for lunch with my ex on Friday. Theee EX, the one who spurned me to this crazy social experiment. When she suggested lunch I she put out the official “No way you are getting any from me,” message. Lunch is pretty neutral ground. I suppose that was not a bad idea considering the way things went the last two times. The first time I saw her after we broke up, I made it a point to remind her of all the shitty shit she did to me because she never admitted any guilt. And she cried the whole time. The second time I or we blew each other off.


This meeting contained far less drama, pretty much none actually. It was civil. We just kind of gave each other updates on life. Nothing too much of interest for me. She has a man friend we didn’t talk about much, and I got to hear about all her friends, some of which I actually liked, others I could care less about. I was little surprised to hear she is kind of over the spot where she moved to, and the job she moved there for. Serves her right! NYC is the shit! Good luck finding a new career. That shit sucks!


On to new business. I went out on a new date this week! Here are the quick stats: teacher, vegetarian, runner, walker, reader, 5’10, brown hair, pretty cute. We met at Luna Park. It is pretty clear as this experiment runs its course I am putting in way less effort. I think this may be the first time I have back to back picked the same place. Weather permitting I may even go back there with a new chick on Friday.


The date itself was pretty good. We talked about a lot of shit, and wasn’t too eventful in terms of funny stories. There was certainly a little of that awkward good tension. She was definitely a tall glass of water I wouldn’t mind getting to know better if you know what I am saying. Looks like I will probably have to go on a few dates for that though. She seemed like the nice girl type but who knows. She could be a freak in the sack. I think she might even be datable. I have been trying to figure out what the right time to call after the first date is. It’s already the third night after. What do I do?? Just kidding.


I am sure it doesn’t matter much. My social calendar already booked out for the weekend. It’s my favorite time of the year! Halloween! I might call her tonight or tomorrow just to say hello. We will see. Anyways there are two red flags. Firstly, she lives on 175th. Shit I can get a nose bleed from going that far up in the city, or more likely get mugged. Secondly, she wants to go away to grad school next sum, making for a clear to end to any relationship that may start. I would at least like to try to extract something from this  so we’ll see where this goes…


I haven’t acknowledged it yet but this experiment has run its course over a year now. I think it’s pretty safe to say it may no longer even be an experiment. I can confidently say that the internet dating site is just a part of my repertoire, another tool to meet chicks. I do much better finding chicks to talk to in bars these days. So what if I never bring any of them home or rarely get digits. I have been out with about around 30 chicks this year. More than my whole life before that!! Hopefully this next year can be another banner year.


Anyways, I just canceled my membership to Match. I am going to a take a little breather. The site was okay but there was too much too choose from and it was hard to narrow down exactly what I was looking for but at the same time it was better than anything else so I would go back. I will try something different for a month maybe. I still haven’t done Asian or Catholic singles yet! There is also eHarmony and Chemistry but those are geared towards love and real relationships. I think I am enjoying the just-have-fun mojo still. Well I have two more dates that I will work from Match, and if those leads don’t work out and I get back to square one, I will make a decision from there. So to all those who have been reading this year, thanks for following along, and I will try to keep it up even it is sporadic at times…


Peace!
Z

I have resigned to the fact that is a casual blog… much like the casual sex I had with my last date. Anywho, I write when I go out on a date, which hasn’t happened all that much. It’s probably been a month plus since my last one but it is safe to say that this week I made up for lost time. I had a flurry of activity on my match account, and some open dialogues running. And I went on a date…

My match account is going to expire soon, and my patience with it is wearing thin so I have been trying to go from email to date as quick as possible. So I bullshitted via email with this chick briefly. She’s from Texas and works for a law firm. That’s about all I know or care to know for that matter.

We talked briefly on the phone, to make plans for meeting Friday for drinks. When I met her in person she looked pretty decent but it was apparent she had a little padding that was well hidden in the pictures she posted on the website but nothing too horrible. We ended up having drinks in Luna Park in Union Square. Over three rounds of drinks it became apparent she liked to party and have a good time.

At around 9, I had to leave to go see the Intersession (www.intersession.com). This girl seemed cool enough so I invited her, and she obliged. For the ride there, and at the bar she busted out her corporate card and expensed everything. Excellent! During the bands set she got pretty fired up, and one thing lead to another and we were making out. She was not the greatest kisser and her mouth was overshooting mine quite a bit but whatever. By the time, the bands set ended she came clean with her intentions to have sex with me. Pretty much, she said, “I am going to fuck you tonight.” And I was like sweet!!

So the music ended and we went back to her place which was conveniently not too far away. With not too much ado, we did the deed. FYI I did use protection, and she had extremely mismatched boob sizes. She passed out shortly thereafter. After poking and nudging her for a bit to ensure she was down for the count, I put on my clothes, got in a cab and went back to the bar, where everyone was still hanging, and proceeded to party on. Good times…

So yesterday I was pretty fired up. I had three potential dates in the pipe: two Match ladies, and the setup I already fucked up once. I actually got her number from my friend but when I called I learned from her voicemail that she is on vacation. That will go back to the backburner. I also had a call with one of the Match girls setting up a date for next week. The phone conversation was probably the single worst phone conversation I have ever had with a girl, and not by my fault. First off, she cut right to the chase, making plans for next week. Usually I like to talk about stuff, anything and talk about going out at the end. It was totally awkward talking about stuff after making the plans. Furthermore, she repeatedly cut me off while I was talking, and would ramble on and then cut herself off. She even started telling me what a bad “phone conversationalist” she is. I was nice and told her she was fine but this is not a good sign for things to come.

Last night I went out with the other Match chick. I had exchanged emails with her earlier in the summer, and she kind of disappeared, and now recently reappeared. She seemed interesting on the phone aside from her “Valley Girl” voice. She grew up as an expat in Saudi Arabia, and is an artist and nanny. Her pictures seemed cute. She met me across the street from my building. It was dark out and did not get a good view until I was up close. Maybe if I saw her beforehand I would have turned around and went back upstairs. I got there to find she was a 5’0 chubbo troll!!! I did recognize the girl from the pictures hidden somewhere beneath the fat. It sucks to be that short the extra layers bunch up quick. I am being a little harsh. She was cute in the face but buttery and pudgy in appearance. My first instinct was to walk away, but I am too nice. I decided it couldn’t hurt to get a few drinks. We went to get a few drinks and bullshitted about this and that. I actually thought she was pretty cool but then I would look at her mid-section and limbs and be turned off. I had three drinks and called it a night. Enjoyable conversation but I will most likely never call her again.

In one night, my outlook for the coming week has been significantly downgraded. This wacky phone girl should be a pretty interesting story. And I guess we will see what happens with the setup fuckup…

This past weekend after a long ass hiatus I went on another date finally. This chick was actually a real deal chick I met in a bar. That is a funny story on its own. A couple of weeks ago, a friend of a friend, Steve, had a party. My friend Jaime, had sent me an email that there was going to be a girl there she wanted me to meet. Score! So naturally, I am stoked. .

After many hours of boozing, I make it to R Bar with some friends. It is crowded, dark, and hot but I am wasted and do not really care. When I walk in the door, this chick starts talking to me right away. I assume she is the one I am supposed to meet. Bear in mind, the lighting was dim, and I was hammered so I thought she looked pretty good. She offers to buy me a drink and I oblige. I talk to her for quite some time. Finally, I make my rounds and go say hello to people.

I go say hello to the friend, and first thing she does is introduce me to another girl, the one I was supposed to meet! Oops. Well I talk to this girl briefly. She seems cute, but I can barely see her at this point. The other chick was definitely the easier mark so somehow I migrated back to the wrong one. I went back to talk to right girl after but she was talking to someone else and then left. Supposedly, the option is still there just got to not fuck it up next time. This wrong girl was a little kooky too which I liked at the time.

I asked my friend about her later that night, and she said she was the wrong girl, sort of knew her, but not really. Meanwhile the random girl was standing right next to me. She told me she heard her name, and asked if we were talking about her. I promptly responded no to her. She gave me a look and I told her she was hearing shit and she wished I was talking about her. After that, I guess she bought it. It got late, and at some point I got her number.

Now a week later, the conversation turned back to that night with my friend Jaime. Apparently, this girl whose number I scored, called, and planned a date with was kind of a crazy weirdo, who had heard about me earlier in the summer, and was waiting to meet me. I flash back to the bar where she was literally waiting for me with those crazy eyes. Doh! I have a stalker. Worse yet I have a date with my stalker. Anyways, I decide, why not? Maybe I will get an easy BJ…

We had planned another bike date. The game plan was too meet around W.4th and West Side Highway. I got there early and cruised around some. For those of you who don’t know there is a nice little park over. I was riding around making some phone calls. Apparently bike riding is not permitted in the park, and some ranger told me to get off a few times. I wasn’t really paying attention at all, and kept on going.

I was pretty much riding in circles until this chick came back. All of a sudden these two park rangers in green suits cornered me, asked me to get off the bike, and asked me for ID. These fuckers wanted to write me a ticket. I told them I had no ID. Then they asked for my information, so I gave them fake information! They go and radio the info to somewhere. Now I am worried. These guys might actually be real police. I end up giving up the real info and they take 40 minutes to write me two fuckin’ tickets: one for a bike violation, and one for failure to comply with an office. Unbelievable! The must have been a hundred real crimes going on that hour elsewhere in NYC. Anyways I now have $300 in fines, and a court date with the Environmental Control Board of NY. Seems like a bunch of BS so I am guessing if I show they will drop everything.

Back to the date, this crazy bitch showed up while I was being ticketed. As soon as she showed, I realized I had some major beer goggles that night! In retrospect, I realize she was wearing a slutty revealing dress, which is why I was probably into it that night. Seeing her sober, I realize she had a big ass, big forehead, some unruly hair and eyebrows. Yeah gross! I may be exaggerating some but she was not something to write home about. I was a sport and didn’t run. I did however keep an arms length distance at all times. She kept on touching me and shit. Ew. While on the bike, I kept surging ahead, and we also went on some Hudson River kayaks where I did the same shit. She kept on telling me to wait up. Ha!

We talked some and grabbed a burger, but I was just not into it. Personality wise she was a little weird, possibly something I could deal with if she looked better. I asked her about the party I met her at. And she told me she barely knew Steve and doesn’t know why she even went. Bullshit, you psycho bitch with the crazy eyes. You are stalking the Z. I ended it early, and sped off on my bike, looking closely behind. With my shitty luck that day, I got a flat on the way home!! Crazy Eye Killah texted me that night to see if I wanted to go out. I told her no and she texted back we should hang again. To that I never responded….