Be Real

Could someone explain to me the male mind? Because I just don’t get it. Be straight up, be real, girls don’t care.

STOP SUGAR COATING EVERYTHING. WE REALLY DON’T CARE.

Why do guys waste their breath saying things just to maybe have the chance of sleeping with a girl? Be straight up with her that your not looking for anything and she might want the same thing. She might just want to have sex with you just like you want to with her.

Why waste your money out getting drinks if at the end of the night you don’t know if your going to bring her home? Your wasting your time and money on a girl you don’t want anything with more than just to sleep with her.

Why act interested in someone and get to know them if you don’t really care? Girls don’t care about what you have to say either. We’re doing it for the same reason you are. Maybe we just want to bring you home at the end of the night.

If both male and female only want sex, why waste the time and energy on bullshit talk if you both really don’t give a shit? Both sides are dumb asses. Just go back to someones place, get the job done, and leave. You never have to see each other or speak again.

Why tell someone your going to text them later if your not? The girl will still probably sleep with you even if you don’t text her for a week.

Why tell someone multiple times you want to take them on a date if you really don’t? Guys who actually want to take you out, don’t just keep telling you, they make moves on the situation and get it done.

Men forget women want to have sex just as much as they do. Why can’t we just speak up and be honest about what we want. Wouldn’t it make life easier? Yeah it would.

sex.sex.sex.

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.

Stuck at a standstill

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

It’s funny how even after a year you can still be at a standstill with someone. So there’s Jeff. I met him over a year ago and where have we gone? Nowhere. Why? Who the fuck knows.

After we met we would hang out a lot. He lives in Long Island so I would go out there to see him and he would come into the city to see me. Okay fair enough.

We get along really well. We have a lot in common, so why am I blogging about this now? Because Jeff and I have had our problems just like any relationship does. We’ve fought, we’ve ditched each other, we’ve gone on dates, and we’ve had good times. Why do we even fight though? We’re nothing. There’s no reason for it.

This past weekend he came in to see me, which I didn’t think he would because he’s told me before he would come in and hasn’t. So he got to my apartment and off to the bars we went. It’s never awkward when we’re together it’s always a good time.

But now, after doing the same thing for a year, it’s like I met him 2 months ago. Nothing has changed. We’ve gone nowhere. He always tells me how much he likes me and how he cares about me, but than do something about it. I’m still doing my own thing, going out, seeing other guys, so it’s not like I’m wasting my time.

We haven’t slept together so it’s not even like he’s getting anything. Yes after a year we haven’t.

He’s 27, lives on his own, has a good job, so what’s the problem? After Jeff”s Dad past away when he was 18, he became very independent and didn’t rely on anyone for anything. Okay, I understand that completely and respect him for that, because I felt the same way after my Dad past away. His last girlfriend cheated on him so that’s always in his head. But come on, it’s been a year, we still talk, clearly there’s feelings.

Stuck at a Standstill.

The “Hey Stranger”

We all know what I’m talking about and we all receive them. The “Hey Stranger”. The text or message that you receive usually from someone of the opposite sex. You usually receive a text or Facebook message from someone you have hooked up with or had a relationship with in the past, or wanted to but didn’t have the opportunity. With the “hey stranger,” they’re usually saying it’s been a long time but I still want to hook up with you.

It usually goes as “Hey Stranger,” “How have you been stranger,” “What’s up stranger?”

Why the hell am I the stranger? Oh yeah I completely fucking disappeared from existence. No. Just because we haven’t spoken I’m the stranger? Because that makes sense.

1. I’m not the stranger

2. You could have texted me weeks ago

3. You obviously haven’t heard from me for a reason

4. I’m not “sketchy” because you haven’t heard from me

Now with Facebook, its easier to see what people are up to these days and its also a lot easier to contact someone. I’m your prime example.

Over the summer I received a Facebook message from someone from my hometown that I have not seen or spoken to in 4 years. He dated this girl I used to be friends with, but don’t talk to anymore. Talk about a “hey stranger.” He said, “Hey stranger, how have you been.” Now I’ll be nice and catch up with them to get to the real reason as to why I’m getting this message. So we start talking and he asks where I’m living which he probably already knew from stalking my Facebook because when I said NYC he said “No way, I’m interning here this summer.” NO FUCKING WAY. Of course he wanted to get drinks and meet up. SO basically I received this message for 3 reasons. He interns in the city, so I’m convenient for him. He works in the city, but lives in Long Island. Perfect. He hasn’t hooked up with anyone in awhile and thinks taking me out for drinks after not speaking to someone for 4 years guarantees them a hookup. He goes back to school after the summer is over 4 hours away, so he wouldn’t have to see me again.

So it gets better. Of course it does. I look at his Facebook, and he has a girlfriend. You think I’m lying, I’m not. Now its one thing to have your relationship status private, but to put it out there and it says your in a relationship and has the girls name just screams out “HEY IM AN ASSHOLE AND HAVE A GF, BUT STILL WANT TO GET WITH YOU.”

So obviously I ask him what’s with the girlfriend. He says “It’s complicated.” “Were not really together anymore, but I told her I would keep it up.” RIGHT.

“Bye Stranger.”

Tool Bag

So that guy I told you about that I was supposed to go on a date with? Yeah I am glad that never happened, seriously. You would think, as guys get older they mature, nope. They don’t. I won’t say all men, but most. Lets see where this tool went wrong.

1. If he called me sweetie one more time I was going to throw up. “Hey Sweetie,” “How was your day sweetie,” “Thanks sweetie,” “Night sweetie”

GAG ME. Why are you giving me pet names and I met you for 15 minutes? Oh okay. Fucking weirdo.

2. Two days after we met he had texted me and asked what I was doing. I had just gotten out of the movies after seeing Drive, which was terrible don’t see it, so that’s what I told him. I asked him what he was up to and he goes, “At a strip club.”

Now, I don’t care if guys go to strip clubs. I’ve gone to one too, it’s not that big of a deal. But come on, you haven’t even taken me out on a date. That’s definitely not a way to impress a girl. Because I don’t care I respond with “Texting at a strip club?” “Shouldn’t you be putting bills in some panties?” He tells me no its his friends place. Okay whatever.

3. Invited me to the strip club. BRO, you haven’t taken me out, but you invite me to meet you at the strip club. You’re so classy.

I tell him I’m going to bed soon and he asks if he can tuck me in. Umm..No.

4. So he’s in the credit card business, which from what he was saying he gets small businesses to use his credit card service to save them money. Okay cool whatever. So we’re talking about where I work and he asks me if they take credit cards. I’m like yeah. He tells me he can save my boss money.

Oh yeah let me just go up to my boss and say “So I met this guy outside my apartment building and he wants to save you money and have you switch to his credit card company.” Oh yeah she’ll definitely go for that. Not. So I tell him the owner is always out of the country. He responds with “I can use the business.”

DO YOU MEET GIRLS TO HELP YOU WITH YOUR BUSINESS? Get out of here. And you shouldn’t let a girl you want to take out know that you could use the business.

5. So the next day he’s asking me about going out to dinner and what not. He tells me that for desert I’m all his.

LEARN HOW TO SPELL DESSERT. And after that comment I really won’t go out with you.

I am relieved I never went on a date with this schmuck.

New York City I still love you.

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.

Got Myself a Date

Dating is a game and some are successful at playing it and some are unsuccessful. We all know the famous cliché everything happens for a reason, but its true. Timing is everything. Dating in New York City is a challenge as it is, especially for women since the ratio is 3 women per 1 man, so they clearly have the option to pick and choose. Today I met a guy as I was almost to my apartment building. I hear “so we’re neighbors, but we never met?” I turn around and see an attractive dark haired guy staring back at me. So I stop and start talking to him. I now have a date with this guy for later this week. I’ll tell you a little bit about him. His names Raphael, he’s 28, Israeli, originally from Brooklyn, lives in Murray Hill now, and works in the credit card business. Seems normal enough right? So after talking for about 10 minutes he decided to ask me if I would like to get dinner with him later this week. So I say yes. Why not? Life’s about taking chances and doing things you normally wouldn’t do. Timing was everything with Raphael. I had French class until 6pm and she never lets us out early, but today she did. Who would have known that getting out of class early would end up with me landing a date for this weekend? He asked me for my number, called me so I had his, and we went our separate ways. I soon got a text from him saying that he was looking forward to our date. Playing the game, or genuinely looking forward to our date? We’ll find out later this week.