It’s been a busy week but that didn’t stop me from getting on a couple of dates. This past Wednesday I went on a spur of the moment date, just the way I like things. This girl I had been shooting around emails and IM’s wanted to go out on the fly. She lived on the UWS so we decided we didn’t need to go any further south. I decided to walk across the west side to meet her. She was definitely the cutest chick I met so far. Unfortunately, she was not so intelligent, to put it nicely.
I met her on 104th and Park West. Neither of us knew much about the area so we just decided to wing it. We walked about 15-20 blocks for a chill bar with little luck. There were a lot of cheesy upscale bar restaurants that didn’t cut it. Finally we found a Mexican place to sit down and chill. Can’t go wrong with some margaritas, Right? Wrong. The drinks were overpriced and watered down. The chick ordered some fruity ass frozen margarita that was so sweet she couldn’t even finish it.
The conversation was pretty weak too. This chick was just so scatterbrained and not very bright. On the plus side she was a fine peice of ass. She had a whole bunch of stupid shit to say. Conversational gold tidbit #1, “I like to think of myself as old at heart.” Who the hell says that? Earlier in the night, I told her about my international travels. Not too long after she asked me if I had ever left the country. Derp! Then a few minutes later she out of nowhere says “Sure I’ll try your drink,” when I didn’t even say anything.
The best part of the Mexican place was probably the funny gay waiter who had a crush on me. Nice guy but I wasn’t really into it. After a disappointing drink, we decided to find somewhere else to go. We walked another 20 or so blocks to the Abbey Pub where she bought a round of drinks. One cool thing about her was that she liked to drink the hard shit, scotch, no rocks. Classy shit.
Things went from better to bad to worse. Her phone went off. She said something to the effect of “I can’t believe I heard that,” and proceeds to pick it up and talk loudly to someone who I am pretty sure was a dude. Then she tells me some dumb story twirling batons in the park. Somehow the conversation got to sexual innuendos, and she confessed she learned about “tossing the salad” the previous evening. The best part was that she had though it meant going down on a chick. I could just picture her one day feeling dirty and wanting her salad tossed, and getting one unpleasant surprise. What a dumbass!!!
On Friday, I went out with Organic Yoga chick for a second date. Nothing too interesting here but I did get some. She wants the Z. We got some dinner, went to a bar and got drunk. Then I took over to the park where we started making out. I then convinced her to come back to my place to drink some wine and that lead to some more hanky panky. So the long short is the dating is starting to pay off some. I am not in love with this chick but she is a good time. I am pretty busy this weekend but will continue to play the field…
I met her on 104th and Park West. Neither of us knew much about the area so we just decided to wing it. We walked about 15-20 blocks for a chill bar with little luck. There were a lot of cheesy upscale bar restaurants that didn’t cut it. Finally we found a Mexican place to sit down and chill. Can’t go wrong with some margaritas, Right? Wrong. The drinks were overpriced and watered down. The chick ordered some fruity ass frozen margarita that was so sweet she couldn’t even finish it.
The conversation was pretty weak too. This chick was just so scatterbrained and not very bright. On the plus side she was a fine peice of ass. She had a whole bunch of stupid shit to say. Conversational gold tidbit #1, “I like to think of myself as old at heart.” Who the hell says that? Earlier in the night, I told her about my international travels. Not too long after she asked me if I had ever left the country. Derp! Then a few minutes later she out of nowhere says “Sure I’ll try your drink,” when I didn’t even say anything.
The best part of the Mexican place was probably the funny gay waiter who had a crush on me. Nice guy but I wasn’t really into it. After a disappointing drink, we decided to find somewhere else to go. We walked another 20 or so blocks to the Abbey Pub where she bought a round of drinks. One cool thing about her was that she liked to drink the hard shit, scotch, no rocks. Classy shit.
Things went from better to bad to worse. Her phone went off. She said something to the effect of “I can’t believe I heard that,” and proceeds to pick it up and talk loudly to someone who I am pretty sure was a dude. Then she tells me some dumb story twirling batons in the park. Somehow the conversation got to sexual innuendos, and she confessed she learned about “tossing the salad” the previous evening. The best part was that she had though it meant going down on a chick. I could just picture her one day feeling dirty and wanting her salad tossed, and getting one unpleasant surprise. What a dumbass!!!
On Friday, I went out with Organic Yoga chick for a second date. Nothing too interesting here but I did get some. She wants the Z. We got some dinner, went to a bar and got drunk. Then I took over to the park where we started making out. I then convinced her to come back to my place to drink some wine and that lead to some more hanky panky. So the long short is the dating is starting to pay off some. I am not in love with this chick but she is a good time. I am pretty busy this weekend but will continue to play the field…
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