Dating story #47, An Import. Figures.

Well, I should really do a teaser post more often! Loved all the comments and, without further ado, here's what has happened.


Backstory:


BFWB and I were at a Lucinda Williams concert at Webster Hall about a month ago and, thanks to the wonders of Facebook, ended up meeting up with my good friend, Mon and her bf, Ry. They haven't been dating for long, but I've met him a few times and think he's really awesome. Tall, good-looking in a Luke Wilson type of way. Loves music, is a lawyer, and seems to really have his shit together and also really like her.  So much so, I've nicely told Mon several times to please not f*k this up. Hee hee!
So as Ry and I were playin' around during the concert, I looked up at him and said:
ME: "Dude. Don't you have any friends?  What's the deal!"
HIM: "Funny you should say that.  I was actually just thinking you'd be great for my best friend."
ME: "Go on."
HIM: "Well, he's good-looking (I think), 6'4, and JEWISH...
ME: "WHAT??"
HIM: "...and, he lives in Boulder, CO."
ME: "Of course he does.  Interesting, though, since my sister just moved to Denver..."
Anyway, I basically put it out there that I'm not scared of that and would be open to it, but didn't get the feeling that Ry was going to make anything happen. Plus, he's not on FB so it wasn't like I could go stalking through his pics and figure it out (not that I knew this guy's name anyway).  So, I never thought about it again.
Cut to last week:
Mon was throwing a bday party on Saturday night that I had been planning to go to.  Then, SoCal popped up with the last-minute ticket score to LCD Soundsystem's last show of all time, also on Saturday night.  I figured she wouldn't care since it was a big party plus, she's a huge music fan, so I knew she'd understand.  Imagine my surprise when I im'd her that news and she wrote back "NOOO! The BOY is gonna be in town this weekend!!" 
Oh shit.
Think fast.
Probably can't make it before the show-- too early.  Can't come after the show unless I can ditch SoCal, and that's kind of weird. Especially if we're having fun. 
Friday night???  
[and ps-- what if this guy SUCKS?]
But I couldn't think about that, plus wanted to see her over the weekend since I'd be missing the party.  And luckily they all had plans to go out to a friend's party in Brookland Friday night. 
I had about 4 other plans in the line-up that night too, PLUS, an inferno of vomit going on at work [which is very rare for me].  But, I said I'd make it work.
Friday am I dressed for Friday pm.  Seriously- left the house wearing stockings, a sexy dress and boots at 8am.  Whatever. F*k it! Did a TJ Maxx vo job, went through hell at work until 8p. RAN out the door to meet the girls for margs at Casa Mezcal to celebrate one of my favoritest people, Tons, finally getting engaged to a long-time friend/bandmate/brother of mine.  Couldn't be happier! In fact, I was SO happy to be there and not at work, I downed at least 4 cucumber margs. Aye!  And then took off to Brookland.  Tipsy, exhausted, but hopeful.
Walked into the bar and immediately saw Mon so we went to the bar.  I asked her where Boulder Boy was and she pointed over to the table they were sitting at. 
ummmm....HELLO HOT. I was like, "Oh, it's ON."
He was talking to some blonde chick at the table, and we walked over there, I was introduced and I don't remember talking to anyone else for the rest of the night.  He was sexy, sweet and Jewish--- I mean, REALLY??  I'm still pretty sure he is a unicorn or figment of my tortured imagination [or my mother's]. 
It just felt so EASY.  And I felt like he was into it too.  After a short while he moved to sit next to me, we shared beer...it was just easy!
Ok, here's the ONLY bad thing [location aside] I have found about him: He smokes.  Not a ton, but also not just socially when drinking, like a lot of my friends [and sometimes moi. no judging!].  But not a deal-breaker. And, turns out, very helpful to me on TWO occasions in this story.
Occasion #1:
I went out with him to have a smoke later on after being jealous that other people had gone out with him earlier.  We were outside talking and smoking and, I don't remember how it even happened, but he leaned in to kiss me.

KABOOM!

HOLY FREAKING 4TH OF JULY FIREWORKS!!!


Seriously, you know how often I complain about bad kissers.  
This wasn't just a good kiss. This was the ULTIMATE kiss.  Really like nothing I've ever felt.  It actually took me by surprise. I was sooo not expecting that.  Aaaand....we made out, in front of the bar, for at least 8 minutes.  The next day, I didn't even think Mon knew that we had kissed but, apparently, she and Ry had watched the whole thing, quite amused that we hadn't even bothered to move away to a more secluded area. Awesome.
Lemme tell you, I did not care one bit.
We all then left the bar and the four of us headed back to Mon's for a late night jam session.  That's right, people, homeboy is also into MUSIC and can PLAY the guitar like a champ (and even sing a little).  I was in heaven, although secretly wishing to get Boulder Boy alone for another smooch fest. I knew he was going back to Queens [yes, Queens] to stay with Ry, and at around 3am they called cars for us. I tried to find a way to get him alone or to walk me out so we could a) smooch goodbye and b) exchange numbers.  But that didn't happen.  Instead, both cars came at the same time, we had a slightly awky goodbye (although he did give me a quick kiss in front of my car) and went our separate ways.  
I woke up saturday am and could think about nothing else. What WAS that kiss? Who IS this guy?  Did he feel the SAME way about it? And, more importantly, how do I see him again?
STRATEGY TIME!
First, realized Mon was going to Spain on Sunday and if Boulder Boy and I didn't somehow exchange digits Saturday night, he'd never be able to find me since Ry doesn't have my number and isn't on FB. HAD to happen at the party!
Had to be up by SoCal at 8p.
Mon's party started at 7p and was, amazingly, LITERALLY across the street from my apt. [Fate?]
I knew Boulder Boy was going to be in town through Wednesday for work and moving to a hotel in the city after the weekend, so he'd be accessible.  
The Plan:  Get to the party long enough for one beer and hope the boys were there early and could do the digit exchange before busting out to the concert.  Which, at this point, I could give two shits about going to. [SoCal who???]
Mon ended up coming to my apt before the party since she was early and didn't want to be there alone.  [Great. Boys not with her.] 
SHIT.
Her hanging out in my apt also delayed my getting ready process.
DOUBLE SHIT.
She left and I got there at 7:30.  Boys still not there, I had to leave in 10 mins.
TRIPLE. FREAKING. SHIT!
I was literally on the verge of walking out when, lo and behold, they walked in. I was a flustered, blubbering mess.  This guy seriously affects me like none other.  As in "there goes all my cool, right out the window."   So we're chatting for a sec and I've announced I have to leave.  I'm chanting in my head "ask for my #, ask for my #."  But it's just not natural at that moment and I have to keep thinking fast. AHA!
Occasion #2:
I pretend to want to smoke and ask if he can spare one. Of course, he says yes and wants to join me. YES!
So we chat outside of the bar, I'm still a blubbering idiot.  Talking about how I'm still feeling crappy from last night, about how Mon/Ry totally watched us, blah blah.  Now, I REALLY had to leave as SoCal had been texting asking my ETA.
SHIT ON A STICK!
So I say I have to jet but maybe we'll meet up later. Then he says:
"Well, we should exchange numbers."
PRAISE JESUS, KRISHNA, BUDDHA AND WHOEVER ELSE!!!!!!!!
Filled with relief, we do the digit trade, I give him a quick peck on the lips [eek! bold!] and run to a taxi in total disbelief that my plan ACTUALLY WORKED.
In the cab, I text him to get the ball rolling, saying thanks for the smoke [aka "Thanks for the cancer!"] and sorry for being so special bus right now.
He said I was on it and not to worry.  {Swoon}  


SoCal + Concert
We actually had a really good time together at the show, although I saw that SoCal has a pretty nasty temper as seen when he almost got thrown out of Madison Square Garden for being short/rude with the usher.  Luckily, he ate crow pretty quickly and I did the rest of the damage control [ie eyelash-batting] to keep him there.  Moron.
Overall, he's just kind of a weird dude.  And, I was seriously considering ditching him after the show citing that I had to work Sunday, which was actually/horribly true.  LCD played for FOUR hours and I saw that Boulder Boy had actually texted asking how the show was. Wee!  But, it was already so late plus we ended up meeting up with bestie Rayza and her hubs, getting street meat and eating it at SoCal's after.  By that point, I figured I'd not chase after a boy at post-1a and set something up for the next day.  Plus I figured it would make me look cooler if I didn't meet up anyway.
So, I told him I was going to pass out [he didn't need to know WHERE I was doing so], but was he around Sunday night?  
Him: "I am...Wanna reserve me?"
A.DORBS!
I told him yes, please and asked if he required a deposit.  
Then I woke up to SoCal's dog licking my ass in the morning. Not even exaggerating. Now, I live for dogs, but not at 7a with their tongues on my wobbly bits. He, however, has no control over said dog. Interesting, huh?
Luckily, the other cheek was safe as I had to race outta there to get to work! 
Worked all day, through the night but managed to make plans to meet up with Boulder Boy at my fave, Meatball Shop. I didn't make it till 9:45. He didn't make it till 10!  I had no idea how it would go, but it was like the perfect date.  I felt the warmth and chemistry the whole time and he is awesome to talk to.  He actually asks me QUESTIONS and seems to care about and remember my responses.  Plus, I could literally stare at him, I think he's so freaking handsome.  
I invited him back to my, conveniently-located, apt for a night cap [aka makeout sesh part deux].  All I can say is....nothing. I'm speechless.  I've seriously never had anyone kiss me like that.  AND, you should all be very proud of me. We had a lovely slumber party and totally behaved ourselves.  It was maybe the hardest thing I've ever done!  But I know I need to wait with this one.  If for anything, to keep him wanting more.  But having someone that tall spoon you all night is maybe the best thing ever invented.  In fact, I named it something new:
The Ladle.
And the next morning, when I usually feel like the minute you get out of bed, the "spell is broken" with the guy? Nope. Not this time.  Just as affectionate and normal as the night before.  We even shared a cab uptown and snuggled up the whole way there.  Once again, is this guy real?  I mean if he lived in NYC he would be CHASED after and TACKLED.  And, does he really like me????
I met up with him again super late-night at his amazing hotel suite after his client dinner Tuesday night. We slept in Weds am, and had lunch and coffee outside. I think I am addicted.  And, guess what?
It just so happens I am going to Denver next week to meet my family out there to ski and celebrate Passover.  Again, fate? 
So as we kissed goodbye, he said "See you in Colorado next week?"
I am sooo hoping that happens.
I am really worried now that he's left NYC it's going to all go away.  I'm hoping he keeps the communication up in this next week.  He travels constantly and will be traveling more in the next week, so who knows if that will help or hurt my cause.  We've exchanged a few texts since yesterday, but I'm really starting to freak out about it. I almost didn't want to blog about it because I'm afraid to jinx it!
I know, I know. "What is for me will not pass me by."
But GOD. I really think this is for me. 
I know it's very soon, but something feels different here. I just hope he feels it too.
As for now, I'm going to back off the communication and hope that causes him to reach out.
So, readers:
1) if you made it to the end, thank you!
2) any advice?
3) Say a prayer/send the universe good energy for me here.  For the first time in YEARS, something finally feels right. 
OH SHIT.
I'm so SMIT!

MANdate: THE ULTIMATE TEASE.

Cray cray weekend.

Slammed at work.

Will blog soon, BUT....

i.

am.

SMITTEN!!!

Sorry that's all you get for now.  Stay tuned for the story....

[AHHHHHHHH!!!!!]

BeautyFull Friday: Get lubed up, Ladies!

I really REALLY feel like writing one of those banal lines here like:
"We finally made it to Friday!"
But, I'll refrain.  Oh, wait...


Anyway, as I said in a previous BeautyFull post, I often get compliments on my subtle but so fresh n' so clean clean scent from the menfolk.  Hence, I shared this fragrance with y'all.
The other top question/compliment I get from the mens, especially in the summer is about the softness of my skin.  It just goes to show how tactile, and really, primal men are, because I am always amused by how borderline astounded they can sometimes be at how soft our skin is.  Well, DUH, dudes. YOUR skin is generally covered with hair, scales and the occasional back-ne [that we love to play dermatologist on!], so no wonder ours feels like silk in comparison!  But for realsies, I have a secret to my skin softness success and I'm sharing it with YOU today:

Johnson's Baby Oil Gel

in Cocoa Butter

Shocked and amazed that it's not some super 'spency, fancy-schmancy product?  Huzzah! No, it could not be more accessible, found in most drugstores, usually in the baby section and generally for about $4 dolla' dolla' billz! That alone is worth you at least TRYING it out, heh?

I seriously used to spend what felt like decades in the bathroom, post-shower.  From all the balms and serums and creams I have to spackle my face with PLUS putting lotion all over my body, I actually considered putting a television in my 2x4 bathroom at one point.  Then, this little miracle came into my life and considerably cut down on my my post-pamper routine.

Here's how it works:

-When you're done showering, turn the water off. [duh]

-Stay in the shower and, WHILE STILL WET, slather the baby oil gel all over your fine self.

-Get out of the shower and BLOT yourself all over with your towel.  

The product actually claims to "lock in up to 10 times more moisture on wet skin that ordinary lotion can on dry skin."

IT'S ACTUALLY NOT EVEN A LIE!

(And believe me, as an ad writer, I lie for a living!) 

-No, you will not feel oily and gross afterwards.

-Yes, it is PERFECT for summer too since you've been soaking up those rays.

-Hellz yes it's the greatest thing for bare legs when going out, since legs retain that lovely, sexy sheen without any stripper-glitter being involved.

Find in drugstores or online {here}. 

What's new in ManLand?

Well, last night at a co-worker's going away party, I ended up hanging with the mid-20's chew toy boys, per usual.  What- I can't help it if they're hilariously entertaining!  Anyway, in speaking with one [as he slurred back at me], he informed me that I was one of the few girls at the office with "Hot Girl Status."  I was blown away!  My office is huge and full of some hot, young tail.  

But don't get too excited for me, as very soon after that he also informed me that he is "Extremely skilled at sex."  And he was NOT. EVEN. KIDDING.  

Charming.

And, this is why I do not spent excessive amounts of time with these boys outside of work.

He did apologize [publicly, on FB] today for his comments.  

Ah, 25 year old verbal vomit is really the BESTEST!

Other than that, not much going on, just gearing up for my SoCal date double-header, beginning Saturday.  Cannot even imagine how this is all going to play out.  Oooh the suspense is palpable!

Also, a special shout-out to the adorable reader who emailed me yesterday to ask my fashion consultation for her upcoming concert date!  I LOVE that you did that.  I am ALWAYS here for those situations, so please, ask away chickadees! 

Happy F'ing Friday....Friday....Friday [DAMN YOU, REBECCA BLACK!]

xo

MANdate: WONDERing what's going on?

Hello, blogosphere!
Wow, that was way nerdy.  


Anyway, last night I had the extreme fortune of getting to preview Broadway's newest fabulocity:

STARRING

None other than über talented besties:

MIM

and 

LoPro!

How lucky am I?  Not only do I get to see a wonderful, magical new show on the Broadways, but I also get to look down and watch [with extreme admiration and pride] two of my amazeballz friends....and some other random, talented people n' stuff.  And, I also got to enjoy it with another fab and sassylicious friend o' MIM, the Great Worthini.  We decided to treat ourselves to a nice, relaxing glass of white wine during intermission.  Here's what that looked like:

Feast your eyes upon the
Adult Sippy Cup

Ahh, wine with a lid and a straw.  Doesn't get much classier than that, now does it? 

So, get all your blog-reading asses down to Broadway and check out Wonderland, y'all!

And now, a weekend recap!

Well, after Thursday night's debauchery that led to some scandalous co-worker co-mingling (aack!), I was pretty 'zausted, but the show had to go on!  The show I'm referring to is the concert I had tickets to see with the always fabulous Dbots. So I dragged my haggard, hungover tush out and we marched ourselves over to the venue....only to discover the concert is actually TOMORROW night. Awesome sauce!  Dbots couldn't have apologized more while I couldn't have laughed any harder. Then, came easily the best quote of the night from her:  "Oh shit! I wore a rock show outfit on a non-rock show night."  This comment was ridic-amaze for two reasons: 1) it was said in total honesty 2) Dbots pretty much wears a rock show outfit EVERY day.  I love her to bits!

So, we proceeded on to her friend's private party upstairs at the super-hot-right-now, quite selective Jane Hotel. We were having a fine time drinking, chatting and lounging on our plush maroon velvet couches when, suddenly, a snooty, gender-ambiguous staffer informed us we needed to relinquish our seats as they were reserved for a private party.  To which Dbots indignantly retorted, "um, HELLOO, we ARE at a private party??!"  Man-girl then replied "Yaaah, well it's for Aaaashley Olsen's birthday." YES.  You are correct.  Ashely Olsen. As in one-half of Michelle Tanner.  And within moments, BOTH Mary-Kate, Ashley and their entourage had moved into our seats and were smoking cigarettes like...well, like that's something that's ALLOWED in NYC?

When I bitched about how, apparently if you're an Olsen, you can kick people out of seats and smoke indoors to a nearby gaybor, he then pointed out "Yeah, but you also look like a blonde Yoda."  

  Well-played, sir. Well-played.

And this now concludes our Full House segment of today's post.

In other man news...

Recall how I mentioned in my last post that SoCal and I had bought tickets and made an actual date to go to an event together next week? 

Well, as I was racing (in heels) to an early [ok, 9am-- but STILL!] voice-over record yesterday, I got a text from SoCal telling me more tickets were being released to this weekend's LCD Soundsystem show that we've both been dying to go to at 10am and could I also try to get them.  We both logged on at 9:59a and looks like the rock gods were smiling down on our dear SoCal, since he got tickets to Saturday night's huge show at MSG!  So...now, Mr. Sporadic n' me have TWO, count 'em: TWO dates to events ONE day apart from each other.  Funny how stuff just works out.  Should be a very interesting experiment, you know, actually spending time, sorry- CONSECUTIVE time together. Can't wait to report back!  

Other than that, I had yet another bad online first-meeting drink date Saturday night that isn't even worth mentioning. However, if you too have been dabbling in some online people-shopping, here's a helpful article to check out about The ABC's of Online Dating.

Go get 'em, tigresses! ROWR!

BeautyFull Friday: Walk The Line (+ a MANdate)

It's Friday and it's time for everyone to embrace something many chicks fear:

EYELINER

Yes, it's annoying, messy and frustratingly hard to not screw up and/or have two completely different-looking eyes.  Not a good look, btw.  
But, if you must line those peepers (and really, sometimes you MUST), here's the best thing I've come across thus far:

LANCOME ARTLINER

It's a liquid eyeliner in a super easy to maneuver felt-tip-like pen!

So go ahead, girls. Get catty!

How bout a mega-fast MANdate? 

El Senor
He's still working at my agency and on Wednesday asked if I wanted to join him for lunch.  It was raining and I was bored, so I said yes.  Here is a conversation had at the table:
HIM:  "Leensey, jor boobs look really beeg today."
(It's true. They did. Excellent bra/top combo.)
ME:  "Wow, how nice of you to say."
HIM:  "Why so beeg? Eees it liiike....jor period or someting?"
ME: "Are you f'king serious right now with this?"
HIM: "C'mon, eets jus ju!"  (I think this means like "no big deal, we're cool."??)


I informed him we really need to work on his filter.


During lunch I definitely confirmed we have nothing (except advertising) in common and that's really not enough.  Plus homey actually has quite the ego when it comes to that. Bleech.
He did pay for my lunch-- wouldn't even let me try.  But still.
Then, as we walked back to work he spit his gum out, caught it on his foot, and kicked it into a puddle.  Damn soccer player.  It definitely made me laugh, but at this point, I see a "friend status only" in his immediate futura. Lo siento, El Señor.


6'6 
We've been texting back and forth all week and Weds am I woke up to a text from him asking when he was going to see me.  He suggested Thursday.  I told him Thursday would be perfect as I had a party to swing by first and he could be my excuse to get outta there.
Didn't hear back from him again, but didn't think much of it.  
Thursday I put on a sexy pencil skirt and 4incher booties and was ready to rock. 
-Didn't hear from him all day.
-Finally checked in with him around 6p.
-No response back.
-EVER.
What the hell is with this flake-o-rama???  SO over it.  Pretty bummed too.  Why would this dooshby go to all the trouble to call/txt me if he had no intention of ever meeting me?
Next!


So, I proceeded to:
-Go to an industry party
-Spend a crazy amount of time with 2 separate guys at different points of the night only to later discover they were:
1) engaged 2) practically engaged.
-Got amazingly bombed on free drinks.
-Aaaand...hooked up with a guy...who I work with. 
OOPSIE.


I must say, it was quite a surprise as I've always thought he was kinda cute but never really considered him in that way.  But after spending the latter portion of the night with him, and having a great time, I figured why not explore the make-out. And it was GREAT. Like, GRRREAT.  Strong, confident, totally unexpected. 
And, I think it will be okay at work. [I think]. So far, so good.


SoCal
Ladies and gentlemen, we have PLANS on the calendar!  
Granted, they're not until like 2012. Okay, first week of April.  Anyway, feels far away but it's a really cool, unique event called Sleep No More.  Anyone ever been/heard about it?  His suggestion for us to go, and that's the soonest date we could make work for both of our schedules.  So, looks like SoCal is in for a cool event and then, a post-event in which I lay down some truth on him.  Ironic, our biggest event thus far could very well end up being our last.  But that's a risk I'm willing to take.  I have to.  Enough is e-freaking-nuff!


Ok, I got about 3 hours of horrific sleep last night and I'm fairly certain I look like a bonafide homeless person.  So it's either pick up some malt liquor in a brown bag or try to go home and take a nap before another night out begins.


Happy Weekending, internet lovers!  Love you. Mean it.

MANdate: Some serious MANanigans.

Yesterday, totes miz rainy Monday.  
As if Monday needed help sucking any worse? 


Meanwhile, mid-day, SoCal POKED me on FB.  Um, helloooo....2008 called, they want their POKE back. 
So, I resisted as long as I could, and then eventually I txted him and gave him shit for that.  We then txtchanged for a bit and i found out he's still been sick, cancelled his snowboarding trip (therefore was in town all weekend...hmmm), his dog got into a fight with another dog and had to be at the vet, and I get a poke (of the virtual variety) on a Monday.  SUPER.


I think it's safe to say I've truly never experienced a guy playing things as odd as this one has.  And, if he ever actually askes me to hang out again, I cannot wait to tell him all of this to his face.  For realises, y'all.  Just standby, cause that's gonna be a GOOD event. Confession:  I'm kind of just playing along at this point so I can finally make it to the next phase.  Not gonna lie, I kinda wanna see him sweat! The heat is on.....


Also yesterday, El Señor popped in during work and asked if I wanted to go to 'Bucks across the street for a coffee break with him.  Even though my stomach was stil not feeling so hot, I decided one coffee break wouldn't kill me.  So we sat and talked for a few.  Honestly, the more we talk, the less I feel.  I'm actually starting to think we have NO chemistry [in any other way than kissing].  It's muy weird.  So he's telling me about how he's been hating being sick because he can't go to the gym. I told him I also wanted to go to the gym today, but my stomach's really bothering me and I don't think I can.  His response? (Please read in spanish accent otherwise it's nowhere near as hilballz):
"Jus poop.  Then, ju can go to workout."


REALLY???


Now I dont know about y'all, but that sounds like sexy some pillow talk to me.  
Oh, no. 
NO IT DOES NOT.


I know it's now officially Spring.  
Perhaps I need to do some Spring cleaning....of the MAN variety.


Ay Caramba.

Dating story #46, Oooh! Ouch! My ass!

Why does my ass hurt, you ask?  If you're thinking the gross thing I'm worried you're thinking, you should point a shameful finger at yourself and then go suck on a bar of soap.  NOT IT!

My ass hurts because I've finally hit ROCK BOTTOM.

I assume now you're asking, "Bad weekend, Lindsey?"

Actually, no.  It really wasn't. Some drinking, outing, and fun was had.  But overall, it was kind of a BUST.

FRIDAY

Tennis mit Zee German?  Nein! No go.  He cancelled due to a hurt back.  Whatever.  It was 70 degrees out and not a lot could bring me down. Plus, he even called and apologized and was super sweet about it.  Didn't matter- I had a lovely day of shopping in my neighborhood and just walking around. Okay, I might have even skipped once or twice.  I swear, the sun and warmth just does something to my Vitamin-D deficient Southern self.  

And it gave me a chance to pick up all the necessary ingredients to make Cucumber Margaritas [Dangit! Forgot to take pics] for my girl's [+ BFWB, obvs] pre-party before Drummer Boy's concert that night. Apparently, those margaritas are STRONG. Want evidence?

milkshakes n' beer with J-Bods

crazy shirtless headliner, PUI

awesome, sober photography with A-Ward

actually good pic with the Kels!

Unfortunately I can't post pics of Drummer Boy's band playing, cause that would possibly be crossing the line, but I must say, THEY WERE FRICKIN' GREAT!  Seriously, I had no expectations since I had heard their music online and it's really not my taste.  But playing live, they were tight, energetic, super fun, totally had the crowd engaged, jumping, dancing...well, he looked pretty freakin' HOT doing it.  I forgot what a turn-on musicians playing music can be for me. Oh dear.  AND, as they were taking their bow and saying good-byes, he pointed right at me and smiled! I thought "was that at ME?" to myself, and then BFWB yelled into my ear "Yo! You just got a shout-out!!" So far, great night.  I talked to him [Sort of. I'm preeetty sure he was sufficiently wasted. Or stoned. Or...something] for a bit after the show, during the crazy weird shirtless band's set, and we made plans to meet up at the after-party. Aaaand....that never happened.  They went to Brookland to unload their gear and apparently one band member got into something with another and kicked a window out of the van??  Ugh. BOYS.  "Lindsey, perhaps you need to refer back to blog posts #1 and #2?"  Can any good ever come from hanging out with musicians??? Granted, Drummer Boy was not the one who did this, but still.  This is the company he keeps.  What a bunch of douchecakes. Luckily, what DID happen was me eating my weight in some kind of sliders, french fries and really, really brown beer [see picture above].

BUST #1 OF THE WEEKEND:  Passed out on top of sheets, alone, in dress, boots and full makeup. Awe. Sum.  

SATURDAY

Met up with good friend Chanty in the East Village for brunch insanity at Northern Spy. Allow me to introduce you to my 2 new favorite words:  Butter. Biscuits. 

Butter biscuits, allow me to introduce you to my thighs.

Make no mistake, these evil creatures are the size of my hand and easily have an entire stick of butter apiece.  And they're served with some RIDIC apple-cinnamon jam thingie ahhhhh I am still salivating!!

Later, I spoke with my good friend, The Streak [Hieee!] and he offered to help install my new most bananas distraction of life: The Roku. Thanks to this tiny, demonic device I stayed up till 2am last night watching episodes of "Jersey Shore" I've never seen. It RULZ!  And was super nice of The Streak to help install it, so I told him I'd treat him to dinner before we ventured to BFWB's party. 

We had a supa' fun time at yummy, cool Nolita pizza joint, L'asso [Sidebar: this may soon turn into a food blog?] What more can I say about The Streak? We always have a great time together (or at least I do), conversation is never dull or stalled for a minute, so...? Sigh. I just want him to feel comfortable around me and I can't tell if he feels any pressure/still "likes" me (you know, like LIKE likes me?) Ugh, please kill me now.  Why am I in high school hell?  

He left the party early, which I assumed he would since he's been working a ton and is still currently on his drinking hiatus.  I get it. Kind of. Sort of. Ok, no. I don't. 

And then, once at home...rock bottom happened:  

I finally had the "It's Saturday night at 2am-and I'm alone-freaking out-when will I ever find anyone who gives a shit about me-my gumball machine is rapidly running out of gumballs-I have so much to give and no one to give it to" sobbing on the side of the bathtub moment. Double Awesome!  

BUST #2 OF THE WEEKEND:  Passed out on my couch, alone, Roku remote in one hand, spoonful of crunchy peanut butter in the other.

SUNDAY

Woke up, realized I was fine and had a rare drama moment, that-- let's just be honest here--is probably the first of a few to come in the future. I'm fine. Life is fine. I'm a lucky person and I've got great friends and family and, hopefully I won't have to grow old and alone with cats because, I HATE cats.  

I was just about to go for a run, when lo and behold, a boy CALLED me.  It's a new boy who's also been totally wishy washy because we haven't met yet.  I'm sick of Match and I've decided to experiment with another site called HOW ABOUT WE...? I find it intriguing because it's more of an activity-based thing where you post date ideas and see who's into it, eg: "How about we...go see an indie music show at Bowery Ballroom?"

I connected with this guy last week and it seems very promising. We'll call him 6'6, because, YES, he's 6 freaking 6!  And, funny. And, seemingly cute [from his 1 picture], and we both have the same obscure most-watched movie: "Better Off Dead."  RANDOM!

I haven't mentioned 6'6 yet because there's been nothing to mention.  We tried to connect last weekend but it didn't work out.  Then, I didn't hear from him at all so I sent him another message Friday saying, due to his height and humor, I refused to let him become yet another internet flake.  This worked. He liked my confidence and started texting me again.  We texted late on Saturday night, mostly just funny bullshit.  

Sunday, I woke up thinking about him [after laughing at my dramatic bathroom outpouring from Saturday night].  I had made plans to go meet some friends in Brookland Sunday afternoon and contemplated texting 6'6 since he lives there too.  But before I could, he CALLED.  And we had an awesome, hilarious conversation.  This could really have potential...IF. I. EVER. MEET. HIM.  

We talked about meeting yesterday night, but he got stuck at work. And I got stuck at fried japanese food and Jersey Shore and horrific stomach pain, so it all worked out the right way.  We texted until late last night, and now...we wait.

He's on a quick business trip today, and he mentioned meeting up to do something [possibly heroin-- funny!] later in the week.  So I guess I have to exercise my worst quality, patience, and just sit on my in-pain, rock-bottom ass and see what happens.
  

BUST #3 OF THE WEEKEND:  [just to re-iterate] Passed out on my couch, alone, hungover from day-drinking Sauv Blanc, watching Jersey Shore and eating all-fried sushi which led to Level 10 stomach issues.

I really had such high hopes for this weekend!  Maybe that was my first problem?  I should really try setting the bar lower from now on.  

At least today wasn't a cold, rainy Monda-- Oh wait. It was.

SIGH.

But, ever the optimist, I am going to send good vibes--nay--WILL them to happen.  So here's to, like, the awesomest week ever.  And, at least we can always look forward to Friday. Friday. Friday.