Cut the Shit

When it Rains, It Pours

As you saw from my last post, I’ve been raking in the mens lately. It’s so weird. For months, I had no one to date. I wasn’t sure how to meet new people as I didn’t want to go to a bar and scope out the local trash. I joined 4 different dating sites, which have all since expired, and of all the money I shelled out for that lame nonsense, I only met one guy, who was buff, but totally mentally challenged. I’m talking for REAL mentally challenged.

So,on Friday I met a super hot bartender. It was fun to have that five minute crush and of course he hasn’t called me. But that’s fine, because really, can I not date anyone else that works in the restaurant/bar business? You never see them and the relationship totally suffers from that. Trust me, I know.

But on Saturday I went out with Mike again, the construction monster, er…worker. He wore jeans this time that were not as tapered, so that was good. I also told him that I wanted to pay for our dinner this time, or at least go dutch. He didn’t understand why I wanted to do that, but as far as I was concerned, going dutch meant taking this new relationship very slowly.

I met Mike at the front door to my building and I asked him where he wanted to eat. He mentioned that he’s never been to South Street Seaport at night, which by the way is absolutely gorgeous. We walked over and sat by the river for a little while. I smoked like 4 cigarettes while we chilled and he said “When are you going to quit smoking?”

Strike one.

I told him “Never” and he laughed. But really Mike, never. So don’t ask me that again. Then I asked him where he wanted to go to dinner. He said that he saw a “Pizzeria Unos” back the way we came. I know this is pretentious of me, but seriously…if you live in NYC, the last restaurant you go to eat at (unless you’re totally into it, the way I am with Applebee’s) is Pizzeria Uno. As you know, I’m a HUGE fan of pizza, so going to the “Unos” is just a waste of time in my world.

But that’s where we went.

Dinner was uneventful for the most part. However, I did notice that Mike wasn’t nearly as friendly as he was on our first date. He seemed a bit agitated and I thought he was a little rude to our server. He asked her for a new drink, cuz his was warm, but then when she brought it, he didn’t say thank you and basically just gave her a dirty look. Then when the bill came, he wanted to chintz on the tip because of it. “She didn’t earn 20%”.

Strike two.

Mike asked if I wanted to go out for another drink, but I told him that I had a big day on Sunday and needed to go home. He seemed irritated and got a little huffy. I guess he thought he was getting a piece of ass that night. Guess again brother.

We walked to my apartment building and he said “Have a good night” and barely stopped walking on his way to the subway. There was no kiss good night and no hug. He was pissy and was like “See ya!”

Strike fucking three.

And guess what Mike? You’re out!

It felt so good to get back to my apartment and to strip down to my boxers and get into bed with a movie. Tyler appreciated it too as he curled up next to me and fell right to sleep.

While it was awesome to meet a guy on the subway and to go out on a few dates with him, I’m definitely not interested in taking it any farther. He’s got way too much baggage and I thought he was kind of a prick on the second date. That is a sure sign that he’s a prick in real life and I’ve definitely got no time for that.

Now THIS upcoming Friday, I’ve got ANOTHER date with a guy that a friend of mine thinks will be perfect for me. If I could, I would post his picture here, cuz the boy is seriously GOOD LOOKING. Much more my style than Mike was, at least physically. He’s built bigger, is an accountant, lives in Chelsea and loves football. Everything that is opposite of me and I tend to appreciate that much more than someone who is exactly like me.

I’m super excited about this date cuz it’s random and with a friend! We’re double dating. And he’s incredibly good looking. Or at least, incredibly my type physically – and if you know me, you know how obnoxiously picky I am about physicality.

In any case…I will surely give the full report once I’ve gone out with him.

Things are surely picking up around here, no?