Just a Thursday

So my Thursday night wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. I went to my #1 spot Arctica, enjoyed a few drinks with some friends and met a tool bag. Normal Thursday night.

There’s not much too say about it, but I thought I’d share it.

So I wandered off from the people I was with and was sitting at the bar talking to the bartender. Than the tool bag arrived. Just sat himself right next to me and started talking. Okay. We’re talking for maybe 2 minutes, and in that time I found out he lived in Westchester. He comes out and says “Am I going to get lucky tonight?” I’m like why because its 2:15 and the last train out of Grand Central is at like 1:50. He said, “Yes.”

I look at him with disgust and he attempts to stick his tongue in my mouth and grab my boobs. Your fucking kidding me right? He got smacked in the face and was kicked out of the bar. Success.

Doesn’t even surprise me anymore.

 

NYC vs. Long Island

Nothing makes me happier than not living in Long Island anymore. It’s always the same shit there. Same people, same drama, nothing ever changes.

So last night, my best friend since 8th grade had an event at the club Butter. She was launching her event company and celebrating her birthday so of course I was going to go. The event went really well. The place was packed and people were having a good time.

The guys though. Long Island guys never change, nor do the girls. I don’t know if it’s the age there at or they’ll always be this way. First off, I don’t get why they just sit their and stare at girls and don’t approach them. Like, we see you staring. Now its getting creepy because you’re still staring. They do the Sit..Sip..Stare..They sit there. Sip there drinks. Stare. We’re not going to pounce on you because you and your boys bought a table for the night.

Than, I was outside and saw a guy that I haven’t seen in a while. We never hooked up, never had a thing, NOTHING. So we’re just catching up. What the fuck would the problem be? Long Island girls. That’s what the problem would be. As we’re talking this loud mouth bitch who face planted and needed to be helped up by the bouncer, was too big for her dress and too drunk for her own good starts stumbling over yelling his name and literally pulls him away from me. PROTECTIVE MUCH? It’s not even like it was just me and him talking. It was me him and one of my girl friends. What the fuck bitch? Your…

1. Drunk

2.Insecure

3.Fucking crazy

4.Fucking crazy

So me and this guy start talking again and another fucking girl comes over and pulls him away. Are you fucking kidding me? But than he hit me up to see what I was doing after we left the club. Oh ok. Right.

These 2 guys are talking to me and my friend Ashley. One kid is trying to impress us with his money, but its like come on we dont give a fuck if your going to pay for our cab and you don’t care how much it costs. BIG BALLER A WHOPPING $10 CAB RIDE. Let me undo your pants now. No. So these guys want to go to another bar, but you know the Long Island thing, they’re too drunk to even function. So 1 of them gets my girls number and he texted her 2 hours later to see what we’re doing, but than tells her he has to go back to long island now, but he thought she was really cute and wanted to chill again. What the fuck? So your too much of a bitch to say anything in those 2 hours you were still out, so you say it when your going to leave and you won’t have the chance of being denied? COOL BRO.

Now, I know I meet some fucking weirdos out in NYC, but there’s never the drama like there is when Long Island is around. You don’t have guys sitting staring at you. They actually approach you and want to buy you drink, talk to you, or something. You don’t have girls pulling “their” guys away, even though it’s not “their” guy

NYC: 1 Long Island: 0

Just A Friday Night Out

Another Casual Friday and the girls and I went to Joshua Tree again. It’s fun, close to my apartment, it was freezing last night, and there’s always a story to tell after a night out to Joshua.

So we get there, say hello to all of our bouncers, walk right in, and the night begins. We got a round of drinks, start dancing and singing, and the look out for guys begins. It’s weird, because every guy I talk to is completely different. I really don’t have a specific type that I look for. So here’s how the night went.

So one of my friends is talking to a guy and he has a friend, so I go over and start talking to him. We’ll call them Boy #1 and Boy #2. I’m talking to Boy #1 and my friend is with #2. #1 seems chill enough, from L.A., so he’s laid back, good conversation, and not bad on the eyes either. My friend goes Boy#2 is a nice Jewish boy. I’m like clearly, he looks Jewish, he’s wearing glasses to the bar, and he lives in Murray Hill. Enough said. Boy #2 starts getting all claustrophobic and needs to leave. YOUR IN NYC AT A BAR. EVERY PLACE IS GOING TO BE PACKED ON A FRIDAY NIGHT. Move out of the city than. He walks out, but boy #1 gets my number.

So than, boy #3 and #4 come along. My friend and her guy were hilarious. Drunk, singing 80’s music at the top of their lungs, while me and my guy we’re enjoying are drinks and talking. They were completely different from the first 2 guys. They were very preppy innocent white boys. Mine was raised on the Upper East Side and the other is from a wealthy area in Connecticut. They met at boarding school and both went to Cornell. Oh okay, smart, wealthy, both work in finance. They just reminded me of guys straight out of a movie. My friend and her guy made out. The guys left, he got her number, but my friend definitely didn’t want him to leave. He was just such a pretty boy. So on to the next one’s.

The strangest ones of the night were boy #5 and boy #6. They walk in and start talking to us right away. My guy is an actor, so of course I laugh it off because every “actor” is really probably working at a restaurant. He tells me how he used to work at a restaurant., but now he is making money acting. Okay sure.

So I can smell his cologne, and I called him out right away for what he was wearing. Abercrombie Fierce. Are you a 15 year old boy that just started wearing cologne? He couldn’t believe I called him out on it. And he was wearing a shirt that said “For Rent.” His shirt just screamed Hi I’m a tool bag. And after talking to him for 10 minutes he tried to make out with me already. That’s a 21 year old boy for you. Did I give you the impression I wanted you to stick your tongue in my mouth? I don’t think so buddy.

So he tells me that the friend he is with is a male stripper. WHAT? A male stripper? I wouldn’t go around telling people that. My friend and him made out and she totally wasn’t into it so we did what any girl would do and we used the “We’re running to the bathroom we’ll be right back.” So my guy tells me he’s going to get me a drink while we’re gone. I don’t care if I’m into you or not a free drink is a free drink. Well he ended up with two drinks to himself. Me and my girl disappeared after the bathroom and walked out of the bar. My guy saw though because we made quick eye contact. I don’t give a shit. Have a great night with your male stripper friend, maybe he’ll give you a show later.

Overall it was a good night, met some good one’s and not so good one’s, but that’s life. I love meeting new people whether they’re claustrophobic, a white preppy boy, a 21 yr old dumb ass, or a male stripper. That’s what makes life interesting.

Thanks Joshua Tree 🙂

 

You’re Kidding Me Right?

A Friday night out to the infamous Joshua Tree located in the heart of Murray Hill. It was named by Time Out New York one of the top Hookup bars in Manhattan. I went with my roommate Jenna, and my two other friends Jenna and Alissa.

We walked into Joshua Tree with the 80’s music blasting and made our way to the bar. We got a round of drinks, did the walk thru (like all girls do) to check out the crowd, and than found our own spot to hang out.

Than we spot a group of 3 guys near us, and 1 of them was looking pretty good. They did the whole lets stare at the group of girls, but not say anything routine. Stop fucking looking and say something. They broke the ice when the very attractive one dropped his empty beer bottle. Some way to break the ice.

So we’re talking to them for awhile, and Glen (the attractive one) says how hes a Medic for the Marines and he’s only back home for another 10 days and than he goes back to San Diego. So he just got that more attractive that he wears a uniform.

So Glen and I are talking, he’s from Long Island originally, buys me a few more drinks, and than after being peer pressured by my friends he kissed me. So the nights going pretty good. Getting free drinks, got kissed, and was having a good time with some good friends.

Glen was staying at his friends apartment, but said he wanted to hangout with me more and suggested that he stay at my place. Now, I don’t bring back random guys, but he seemed nice, and I wouldn’t mind getting to know him more.

So we go back to my apartment, we’re laying down, made out, didn’t have sex, and than he says something that I am completely taken back by. Prepare yourself. I wish I did.

“I want to impregnate you, and have you come to San Diego with me.” WHAT THE FUCK? IMPREGNATE ME? IM 20. Now I understand we’ve all been drinking a little, but ummm..yeah..never got that one before. He said it again that he wanted me to have his kids. He asked me how I felt about that. I didn’t want to freak out because you really never know what people might do, so I just said, we just met calm down over there. I wouldn’t mind going to visit him in San Diego, that would be fun, I’ve never been to Cali. BUT TO HAVE FUCKING BABIES GROWING INSIDE ME? NO THANKS SWEETHEART. I swear, I meet every fucking weirdo.

So a little later when the alcohol was wearing off I asked him what that was all about. He said “Sorry, forget it, the military kind of fucked me up a little.” I said, “Why, because your 30 and you now want to have kids and a family?” Obviously his answer was Yes. Now I respect that he wants a family now, and that its hard to start one while your still involved with the military. BUT COME THE FUCK ON? YOU MET ME AT A BAR ON 3RD AVE TONIGHT? Such a Casual Friday.

I walked Glen out at 4am and than had 4 hours left to sleep before I had to get up for work. He told me he wanted to see me before he went back to San Diego, but I’m not holding my breath on getting a call from him, nor do I really want one after he said he wants to impregnate me.

New York City, I love you, but I’m not ready to get pregnant.

Knock Knock

So some of you might think this post is weird, but I really don’t give a shit if you haven’t figured out by now. I live for me and no one else. So keep reading

So, on Thursday night I went out with a few friends, had a few drinks, didn’t get drunk, just had a relaxing night. So I got back to my apartment building, pressed the elevator button, and as I was waiting for it, I heard loud music coming from an apartment, so I decided to go knock on the door. Why would I do this you might be thinking?

1. I don’t give a shit what people think

2. I like meeting new people

3. Sounded like a good time

4. I really didn’t feel like going back to my apartment yet

5. You should use every opportunity to meet new people

So I knocked on the door, and this guy answered who looked to be in his mid 20’s. He invited me in and had a few friends over and actually thought it was really cool that I just knocked on his door. He doesn’t know that many people in the building and was glad he could have a neighbor to party with. Ok cool.

So it’s me and a few of his friends and we’re all just hanging out. His name was Adam. Jew from Long Island. Typical. He had a montage of his trip to Israel playing on his TV. Jew.

We started talking about things though and it was really strange some of the things we had in common. My Dad died of a heart attack and so did his. His Mom’s name is Carol, and so is my mom’s. His Mom is getting married for the 2nd time next month and he doesn’t really want to be involved, and my Mom is getting married next month for the 3rd time, and I don’t really want to be involved. Weird right?

He graduated from Binghamton, and went to Cornell and NYU for his masters. He’s in real estate development and must be doing well for him self, because he doesn’t rent his apartment, he owns it.

His friends seemed pretty cool, all nice. One Italian from Brooklyn who owned a construction company. Shocker. A guy from Florida, but grew up in Boca Raton, so was basically raised Jewish, and a few others I didn’t talk to as much.

Well than things changed. They started doing lines of coke. Now I’m not going to judge you, but it’s just not my thing. They offered, but I passed. I didn’t make a scene and leave, I stayed and hung out, because well they were clearly going to be up all night continuously doing lines. Well, time flew by, and then I realized it was 6am and had to be up by 7am. Whoops.

Like I said, you might think I’m weird for doing the things I do, but I really don’t care. You never know when you might meet people you could potentially form friendships with or relationships with. Take some chances in life and live a little.

 

Options of the night

So I meet a guy at a bar tn right near my apartment. So he seems cool. Right. They all seem cool at first. So were talking for about two hours, I meet his friends, he buys me some drinks, so we’re having a good night. Hes from London, he works in finance, he has that London accent, and lives in Battery Park. Not bad. Well I seem to attract every tool bag in America even when there not from here.

At the end of the night he doesn’t get my number, but he does give me two options. Either walk home by myself or take a cab with him back to his apartment.I’m sitting here blogging so clearly I chose to not go back to his apartment. I told him to have a great night and walked away. I don’t get it. Because you bought me a few drinks I am supposed to sleep with you? I didn’t get the memo that those were the two options of the night.

I’d rather sit here on my computer by myself blogging than be at some assholes apartment whose going to speak to me like that. Get the fuck out of here. But like I said in my earlier blog, we like the assholes, but sometimes they just go too far. This guy can take his London accent and his job on Wall Street and shove it up his ass. Maybe he’ll get attacked by some people taking part in “Occupy Wall Street.” Oh well who cares.

Another night out in NYC. Another guy at the bar. Another blog post.

We’re all fucked up

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

There’s no logic behind how our mind works except that we’re all fucked up. Girls want a good guy whose going to treat them right but than when its right in front of their face they don’t want it because it’s right their.

We want to be chased, but than when we are actually chased we don’t want the guy because he’s right their and we know he’ll be right their. We don’t make sense, myself included.

I’ll give you a situation that I was in. I met a guy at a bar in long island over the summer. Now usually I meet all tool bags at bars, which is usually what you’ll find. Well the next day he called me and wanted to grab dinner. Over $400 at an amazing steakhouse, it was an awesome date, probably the best I’ve ever been on. Now the week after I met him I was moving into the city, so I didn’t want to really start anything, so I slowly just started ignoring his texts (I know that was immature of me).

Late summer I finally responded to him after about a month and a half. Now, you’d think he wouldn’t answer because I blew him off after he took me on an awesome date. No, he answered right away. That’s what we want isn’t it? Yeah, sure we do until its right there. So I figured I’d give him another chance and we started talking again and we had plans for that upcoming weekend. Well, me being the asshole I made up an excuse and blew him off again.

So now you think he wouldn’t contact me again right? Well he did. I was his chase. What he wanted but couldn’t have. So last week he texted me and said he wanted take me on the second date that we’ve been planning since June. So I answered for a few days, but than stopped again.

It’s not fun when there’s no challenge, but than when the guy is a challenge and we keep chasing we hate it. WE’RE ALL FUCKED UP. I do what I do because I know he’ll still answer.

It’s just life.