Disco Booty





Forgive me father for I have sinned. It has been more than three weeks since my last blog
entry. What can I say? I have been a busy man. I spent most of my free time last month looking for apartments, catching up with old friends, and going to shows. And I was seeing two chicks at once. I recently put the kybash on bicycle girl though. I couldn't deal with it. It was just too weird and she was kind of boring. Now that I have found a place and cut one loose, my time is starting to free up. I finally went out on another date! This one was in the works for more than a month. She was one of those chicks I got in my last minute scramble on JDate. The other two I met kind of withered away in e-mail communication.



So I was IMing with this chick for quite awhile. She seemed pretty interesting. Or atleast interesting enough. She does marketing for some housewares company and is an artist as well. I was feeling pretty whatever going into this date though. I felt like our pre-date interaction dragged on so long I just wanted to get it over with. I was pretty tired beforehand so I needed something to get me fired up. I stopped by a friends place, and a vicodin and a beer did the trick.



I arrived at the Skinny Bar in the LES with a major buzz. My first impression of this chick was not great. Her attire looked like someone threw up or shat on her. She was wearing a brown velor zip-up and a shiny brown checkered 70's disco style skirt. Her thick brown hipster style eyeglasses matched the getup as well. She was accompanied by a bohemoth girlfriend who "just happened to be there." The bohemoth wandered away not too long after I arrived. She (not the bohemoth) was also a little bigger than her online pictures let on but by now I am used to this by now.



My first instinct was how long am I going to stay, and what is my excuse to get out of here. I was pretty distant at first, and made contrived cold conversation. It was happy hour, and there were $1.50 PBR's so I decided to hang for a bit. Four beers, one jack and coke, another vicodin, and two hours later, I decided this girl was actually kind of cool, and interesting. We ended up going to get some dinner at this Thai place on Houston, and then out for another couple of drinks. It was a decent time I suppose but I am weary of these not-so-great chicks that I feel "Meh" about but will hook up with anyway when I am drunk.



The good news is I am back, and ready to meet some more chicks. When things settle down after my move I am going to hit up some new sites, and see where that takes me. I am also talking to my first internet blonde. She seems like a hardcore bitch not in a bad way, but she is totally into scientific stuff and training for triathalons. She'd probably tear me apart, but I suppose thats better than being smushed to death by these plump jew brunettes...

Snails Pace



Hey. Long time no see... I been a little slow on the blog updates. There is a little bit to catch up on before I delve into this next date, or last date I should say. It was five days ago. Z finds himself extremely busy with non-dating activities these days. Just trying to squeeze new dates in has been pretty tough. Having a regular or two in the rotation isn't helping.


When we last left off, I was heading up to a music festival and there was a chance of meeting this girl from MySpace. Needless to say, I got extremely intoxicated that weekend my friends, and never called her. I did however bump into her at some point I cannot clearly remember but she seemed quite out of it too so it was cool I suppose. During one of the many music sets we exchanged a real wasted Hi-5, and a "Whaaaaaaassaaaa!!!!!" Since then we emailed a bit and it the exchange of emails has since died down.


I also was working with 3 JDate chicks when I last reported. I am in the process of converting an IM interchange to a date, which hopefully will happen this weekend. The other two chicks never made it beyond email but I have sent them "What-up" emails to try to revive the situation. Its beginning sound sort of like a medical or chemical reaction procedure or a sports play rather than dating. If things with this new chick do not work out I am going to try some new free dating services, TheOnion.com, and OkCupid.com, and see where that gets me. The girls from The Onion will probably atleast be funny, or share a similar sense of humor.


So on to this past weekends festivities. I do not know what to call this date. I guess it a first date but we had already hooked up on a drunken night out. I went home to Long Island for weekend so I thought I would meet up with this girl again. The first night turned out not so much as a date but more like going out and getting drunk with friends which was cool by me. I got pretty toasty, and ended up making out with this chick again but it wasn't like the last time when we were drunkenly shoving tongue down each others throats all night long.

The next day we went on a bike ride together from our town to Jones Beach. This turned out to be a 35 mile adventure. When we got there we played mini-golf. The loser had to buy lunch. I lost by a razor thin margin of 5 strokes. I bought us lunch in the Jones Beach concession stand and it was so gross neither of us ate it. Following that we had a nice long walk by the ocean and then lied down together in the sand. To be honest it was kind of weird. It was just real slow and relaxed, and awkward at times. It was a beautiful day and by no means hard to enjoy but something was different. Later that night we ate some food at her friends family BBQ, and went home to cleanup. Later on, we went to go see Beerfest, surprisingly after stopped a bar to have a beer. We kissed again at the end of the night.

I'm not going to lie to you. This sounds like a pretty bland account of date. It was good and nothing really crazy or funny happened. What this date needed was more alcohol, and more hoooking up. Like the date this thing seems like it going to move at a snails pace, as I live the city life, and she lives on LI, working 6 days a week including nights and weekends. Thats a good thing as I am not trying to rush into anything after my last fiasco with Date #4 (who is still around). I am also a little conflicted as to where it should be going that I know her brother from high school and junior high. Her parents know me, and I am good friends with her cousin. So its all a little strange. We will see how it plays out...


I am sorry this blog took so long to come out and is so boring and anti-climactic. I feel like Ben Stein wrote this, not Z. I have a date lining up for this weekend and hopefully I can report something of interest or something funny...