In the past week, there has been quite a bit of dating activity. I went on two new dates, and a second date. I am starting to realize that this could become a very expensive endeavor. I need to find some creative, fun, and cheap or good bang-for-buck activities; otherwise I will go broke if I keep dating at this pace. I am open to suggestions. Hey, but its all good. I have been meeting some new and interesting people, and having some good times. I am happy to report there have been no other crappy dates to date.
So let’s rewind to last Wednesday. I met this chick, I would like to refer to as Organic Yoga girl because she is into that shit. So I talked with this chick for awhile before actually meeting her. We bullshitted on IM for what I would say is way too long. These things need to move forward quick or they stall out or you get let down when it gets built up. Some how after 2-3 weeks of this, it ended up ok. Organic Yoga chick was trying to meet some yoga quota in order to get reimbursed by her insurance company so she couldn’t hang. Whatever. I didn’t ask too many questions.
We talked on the phone once or twice as well. She sounded kind of dorky and or stonerish. I actually couldn’t really know what to expect going in to it. This time around I totally put the planning on her which was a relief to not deal with that shit. She is from Astoria, so I told her to surprise me. For me leaving Manhattan would be an adventure on its own. Naturally, I was late after getting stuck on a delayed subway but I think she anticipated it because she was a little late too so it was all good.
Finally, I arrived in Astoria and met her at the Café Bar on 34th St. and 36th Ave. It was a cool little spot. It certainly is funny how when you first sit down with someone you don’t know and you or in this case she was wound-up, up-tight if you will. Before the first drink arrived, the talk was dry and a bit awkward, her arms were crossed, and her body language displayed something other than comfort. At one point early, we had finished a conversation bit, and I had nothing to back it up, and was about to verbally acknowledge it but she swooped in with a question and saved me. From there on out it was smooth sailing. Two drinks later, we see a different picture of her, with her hands waving, reaching over to touch me etc. Ah good old alcohol, the social lubricant.
After two drinks we moved inside and ate some dinner, and had two more drinks each. Four drinks for me on a week night is a lot. For her it was even more. She was a pretty pleasant drunk though. We talked about all sorts of bullshit, like politics, the environment, and riding bikes in NYC. One interesting tidbit I did pickup was that she was die hard Howard Stern fan. I wonder how she would feel if I asked her a Howard question, for example if she did “Ass-to-Mouth.” All in all it was a good time. It was pretty clear by the end that she had taken a liking to me. We parted ways with a kiss, and have plans in the works for this Friday.
Fast forward to Friday. Friday I had a date with Kathy Griffin girl. I call her this because she thinks she is funny and is an Irish red head. I’m sure she would roll her eyes at this. To tell you the truth she was pretty funny. I didn’t really talk to this one much at all prior to meeting. We exchanged a few emails, and talked on the phone for all of 5-10 minutes because she was at a bar. We met at a bar called Scratchers. She showed up buzzed or drunk though I could barely tell. She had said she had 4 drinks earlier that afternoon with friends.
This was a great meeting place. Not only were they filming some sort of Irish TV documentary about Guinness but we got there at happy hour and drank $3 pints. The final bill was $25 bucks after tip, and I was packing a mean buzz. I thought it was pretty cool that she was throwing back the beers but it showed. She had a certain definable girth in the waste area. I couldn’t tell so well because she was wearing a dress but I suspect she was covering something up. She was tall so it was hidden well. She also had nice cans but the stocky lower half was worrisome. God knows what could be under that dress. We exchanged witty banter and it was chill. I would certainly hookup with her on a drunken night out.
We decided we should go get a bite to eat so we rolled over to Caracas, a Venezuelan taqueria type place, that had great Arepas. The best part was she wouldn’t let me pay, and it was more expensive than my part of the date. The cheapest date so far for me. Sweetness! After eating we went to one other spot for a night cap. I ordered a liquor drink to replenish my buzz. She appreciated humor so I started making fun of her, comparing her to Kathy Griffin and some other lame female comedians like Roseanne, and Rosie O’Donnell. I think it pissed her off and turned her on the at the same time. We ended the date with a hug and that was that. It was a good time but the fat ass has me concerned after the FUPA incident.
Fast Forward to Saturday. Saturday I went on a bike ride with the half asian chick. There’s not much more to this story. It was hot as balls, and we went for a 15 mile bike ride around the city. We made some BS conversation but it was choppy because we were on bikes. I am pretty sure she had a good time though, but a physical activity doesn’t promote drinking, lowering of inhibitions, and in turn hooking up. We capped the day off with a burger and beer and then she went home. At this point, I think I will scale it back some. I have a lot of other options who are new and ready to meet up. Half asian chick is a little too vanilla for me. She is a one drink wonder, and I am little too crazy for that…
So let’s rewind to last Wednesday. I met this chick, I would like to refer to as Organic Yoga girl because she is into that shit. So I talked with this chick for awhile before actually meeting her. We bullshitted on IM for what I would say is way too long. These things need to move forward quick or they stall out or you get let down when it gets built up. Some how after 2-3 weeks of this, it ended up ok. Organic Yoga chick was trying to meet some yoga quota in order to get reimbursed by her insurance company so she couldn’t hang. Whatever. I didn’t ask too many questions.
We talked on the phone once or twice as well. She sounded kind of dorky and or stonerish. I actually couldn’t really know what to expect going in to it. This time around I totally put the planning on her which was a relief to not deal with that shit. She is from Astoria, so I told her to surprise me. For me leaving Manhattan would be an adventure on its own. Naturally, I was late after getting stuck on a delayed subway but I think she anticipated it because she was a little late too so it was all good.
Finally, I arrived in Astoria and met her at the Café Bar on 34th St. and 36th Ave. It was a cool little spot. It certainly is funny how when you first sit down with someone you don’t know and you or in this case she was wound-up, up-tight if you will. Before the first drink arrived, the talk was dry and a bit awkward, her arms were crossed, and her body language displayed something other than comfort. At one point early, we had finished a conversation bit, and I had nothing to back it up, and was about to verbally acknowledge it but she swooped in with a question and saved me. From there on out it was smooth sailing. Two drinks later, we see a different picture of her, with her hands waving, reaching over to touch me etc. Ah good old alcohol, the social lubricant.
After two drinks we moved inside and ate some dinner, and had two more drinks each. Four drinks for me on a week night is a lot. For her it was even more. She was a pretty pleasant drunk though. We talked about all sorts of bullshit, like politics, the environment, and riding bikes in NYC. One interesting tidbit I did pickup was that she was die hard Howard Stern fan. I wonder how she would feel if I asked her a Howard question, for example if she did “Ass-to-Mouth.” All in all it was a good time. It was pretty clear by the end that she had taken a liking to me. We parted ways with a kiss, and have plans in the works for this Friday.
Fast forward to Friday. Friday I had a date with Kathy Griffin girl. I call her this because she thinks she is funny and is an Irish red head. I’m sure she would roll her eyes at this. To tell you the truth she was pretty funny. I didn’t really talk to this one much at all prior to meeting. We exchanged a few emails, and talked on the phone for all of 5-10 minutes because she was at a bar. We met at a bar called Scratchers. She showed up buzzed or drunk though I could barely tell. She had said she had 4 drinks earlier that afternoon with friends.
This was a great meeting place. Not only were they filming some sort of Irish TV documentary about Guinness but we got there at happy hour and drank $3 pints. The final bill was $25 bucks after tip, and I was packing a mean buzz. I thought it was pretty cool that she was throwing back the beers but it showed. She had a certain definable girth in the waste area. I couldn’t tell so well because she was wearing a dress but I suspect she was covering something up. She was tall so it was hidden well. She also had nice cans but the stocky lower half was worrisome. God knows what could be under that dress. We exchanged witty banter and it was chill. I would certainly hookup with her on a drunken night out.
We decided we should go get a bite to eat so we rolled over to Caracas, a Venezuelan taqueria type place, that had great Arepas. The best part was she wouldn’t let me pay, and it was more expensive than my part of the date. The cheapest date so far for me. Sweetness! After eating we went to one other spot for a night cap. I ordered a liquor drink to replenish my buzz. She appreciated humor so I started making fun of her, comparing her to Kathy Griffin and some other lame female comedians like Roseanne, and Rosie O’Donnell. I think it pissed her off and turned her on the at the same time. We ended the date with a hug and that was that. It was a good time but the fat ass has me concerned after the FUPA incident.
Fast Forward to Saturday. Saturday I went on a bike ride with the half asian chick. There’s not much more to this story. It was hot as balls, and we went for a 15 mile bike ride around the city. We made some BS conversation but it was choppy because we were on bikes. I am pretty sure she had a good time though, but a physical activity doesn’t promote drinking, lowering of inhibitions, and in turn hooking up. We capped the day off with a burger and beer and then she went home. At this point, I think I will scale it back some. I have a lot of other options who are new and ready to meet up. Half asian chick is a little too vanilla for me. She is a one drink wonder, and I am little too crazy for that…
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