As Special K and I shared a bottle of red on my roof last night, she launched on a tangent that is her love of scary movies. I quipped, "Scary Movie 4 is NOT a scary move!"
To which she raised the ante by suggesting we go see Silent Hill tonight.
10pm at The Orpheum--here we go!
I LOVE scary movies. Truly enjoy and adore them--plot lines notwithstanding, everything from a slasher flick to a true psychological thriller are scrumptious morsels of mind-numbing fun in my mainstream entertainment spectrum.
Tommy may join if his volleyball game gets lost in the mix...looking doubtful--their team is pretty good.
I should invite Jaylin...he's a movie fiend--but he's probably heading up to Westchester as he is wont to do every other weekend and he was in town last weekend. Plus the last thing I need to do is incorporate him in my daily life--surefire way to ruin a good setup.
April 28, 2006
Looking Sucks
Looking for apartments is as fruitless as looking for a boyfriend...damn you Manhattan. No love is lost on my fair city this week.
I'm getting exceedingly bitter about the prospects. Not finding an appropriate home to share with Tommy and Norman is fast becoming the straw that will break my sweet yet vicious back. GRRR!
The two (convertible three) bedrooms we looked at so far have been acceptable at best. Tommy isn't going to move if we can't match his current comfort level--as well he shouldn't. Norman is in Las Vegas so unable to participate in the search but wants to be looped in on the final prospects but he doesn't need a place till September--rightfully so. I'm the only one with a looming deadline and a sense of burgeoning urgency. I also have the highest standards in terms of space--closet SPACE!
If we don't find a place with a minimum of 1000sq. feet for under $4K, it's over.
I'm quickly accepting that I'm moving to Brooklyn.
I'm getting exceedingly bitter about the prospects. Not finding an appropriate home to share with Tommy and Norman is fast becoming the straw that will break my sweet yet vicious back. GRRR!
The two (convertible three) bedrooms we looked at so far have been acceptable at best. Tommy isn't going to move if we can't match his current comfort level--as well he shouldn't. Norman is in Las Vegas so unable to participate in the search but wants to be looped in on the final prospects but he doesn't need a place till September--rightfully so. I'm the only one with a looming deadline and a sense of burgeoning urgency. I also have the highest standards in terms of space--closet SPACE!
If we don't find a place with a minimum of 1000sq. feet for under $4K, it's over.
I'm quickly accepting that I'm moving to Brooklyn.
April 27, 2006
Moving!
My lease is up on June 15, 2006; with it my time on the Upper East Side has come to a close. I'm sick of it. I protested to the point that I have become what I loathe: the cute pudgy girl with monochromatic style, stapled in jersey cotton, toting a purse puppy and perfectly pedicured toes in adorable flats.
To buck this and other stigmas of becoming generic, the move is imminent.
I was scheduled to take the big step to solo living but after looking at rent prices and my closet--I realized that it's a no go in Manhattan. I'm either going to have to suck it up and move to (gasp!) Brooklyn or take on the two Jewish boys who will room with me and find that perfect apartment downtown. The only reasonable options are in the Financial District since we refuse to pay a broker's fee.
I found it fortuitous that when I opened my mailbox yesterday to find the latest issue of Time Out New York, incidentally it is their annual Apartment Search edition. I think that's a sign that my broker fee free dream apartment is out there. Already feeling frustrated with the search.
To buck this and other stigmas of becoming generic, the move is imminent.
I was scheduled to take the big step to solo living but after looking at rent prices and my closet--I realized that it's a no go in Manhattan. I'm either going to have to suck it up and move to (gasp!) Brooklyn or take on the two Jewish boys who will room with me and find that perfect apartment downtown. The only reasonable options are in the Financial District since we refuse to pay a broker's fee.
I found it fortuitous that when I opened my mailbox yesterday to find the latest issue of Time Out New York, incidentally it is their annual Apartment Search edition. I think that's a sign that my broker fee free dream apartment is out there. Already feeling frustrated with the search.
6-month Itch
I've said this before and I'll say it again...I have NO staying power.
I can get jobs--after many jobs, I realize this--but for the life of me I cannot hold onto them.
As challenging and enjoyable as my job is at the German Bank, I'm bored. Bored with this office. Bored with my commute. Bored with my work outfits. Bored with my desk. Bored with my colleagues. Bored!
Looking back at my short time in the workforce, I have NEVER lasted more than 6 months at a job. I either switch roles at the firm or switch firms altogether. It's getting to be that time of year again...a headhunter called and I'm a going to see what he has to offer. It's a VP position, so I'm pretty sure I can't smooth talk my way into the 7 years of experience I don't have, but we won't know for SURE till we give it the old college try.
"What it is...and what it will be!"
--Mr. Bones (Snoop Dogg)
I can get jobs--after many jobs, I realize this--but for the life of me I cannot hold onto them.
As challenging and enjoyable as my job is at the German Bank, I'm bored. Bored with this office. Bored with my commute. Bored with my work outfits. Bored with my desk. Bored with my colleagues. Bored!
Looking back at my short time in the workforce, I have NEVER lasted more than 6 months at a job. I either switch roles at the firm or switch firms altogether. It's getting to be that time of year again...a headhunter called and I'm a going to see what he has to offer. It's a VP position, so I'm pretty sure I can't smooth talk my way into the 7 years of experience I don't have, but we won't know for SURE till we give it the old college try.
"What it is...and what it will be!"
--Mr. Bones (Snoop Dogg)
Past Tense
I had two old friends get in touch this week.
One was my best friend in college and the other my first "work" friend (She was the first friend I make in a work context back in my ambulance chaser attorney assisting days).
Both were encountering problems. One is done and the other is in the midst of a break-up. In a weird way, I envy the drama. It's been so long since I cared about anyone. So long since a man wasn't expendable. So long since I looked forward to talking to a guy that wasn't a friend. By so long, I mean a year.
A year is a long time.
One was my best friend in college and the other my first "work" friend (She was the first friend I make in a work context back in my ambulance chaser attorney assisting days).
Both were encountering problems. One is done and the other is in the midst of a break-up. In a weird way, I envy the drama. It's been so long since I cared about anyone. So long since a man wasn't expendable. So long since I looked forward to talking to a guy that wasn't a friend. By so long, I mean a year.
A year is a long time.
Why a Cat would Kill Luckey!
See this is my qualm with cats...crazy beasts!
Suffice to say I am NOT a cat person. A work pal sent this to me--cracked me up.
April 24, 2006
An Ode to Bessie
Helen's car passed on last week. When she wrote to inform me, this is how I responded
An Ode to Bessie
I'll never forget
how we used to jet
all over Summit,
blastin' the latest hit!
Cypress Hill was a fave.
Then again, so was Dave!
Many bargains were made
with Hells Bells to parade
How I'll miss Bessie
She was never messy
Helen kept her like new
She was one of our crew.
Rest in peace, Bessie girl!
Long live the summers of our lives--shared and otherwise.
An Ode to Bessie
I'll never forget
how we used to jet
all over Summit,
blastin' the latest hit!
Cypress Hill was a fave.
Then again, so was Dave!
Many bargains were made
with Hells Bells to parade
How I'll miss Bessie
She was never messy
Helen kept her like new
She was one of our crew.
Rest in peace, Bessie girl!
Long live the summers of our lives--shared and otherwise.
Pot Shot
Norman was in town late last week, interviewing at some prestigious law firms. He has the tough decision of choosing which firm to ally himself with. Brand loyalty aside-the firm he interned with last summer--his dream firm which may in fact be as elusive as Harvard and another top-notch option. He crashed with me on Friday night and headed back to Summit to stay with the family on Saturday night.
During his short time with me...he doted on my dog, regaled me with stories and focused his energy on the choice at hand. Tommy and Special K joined us out with a pit stop at Ike's--Norman's law school buddy who he insists is straight but Lord knows I've never met a cattier Queen--for some 420. The puff puff pass made one go around before Ike got antsy and we headed out. Net effect=0.
Ike then proceeded to skip my recommended Butter stop--whence Norman could spend his $50 dinner allowance on some drinks--saying he didn't want to walk down St. Marks. Why the hell not? Why live in the village if you're going to frown on St. Marks? I mean that's like living on 45th and 8th Ave. and whining about Times Square. Boo.
We made it to the Hibernian Swift Lounge for 1/8 of a minute and promptly made our way to Cooper 35 where we sat in the chilly evening wind chugging $4 drinks to warm up. Norman's loyalty returned and he returned to the Lounge to Ike. Gary had joined us at this point and I felt comfortable ducking out of what I felt no obligation to join--IKE! We popped next door to B Bar instead.
When Norman attempted to maintain dual loyalty he was foiled. The bouncer at B Bar wasn't about to let in a pack of younger guys on a busy Friday night, so Ike and crew vanished with Norman in tow. It's hard to be a good guy. Norman keeps on trying and there's merit in that.
I learned long ago that nice girls are boring--and I sure ain't boring
During his short time with me...he doted on my dog, regaled me with stories and focused his energy on the choice at hand. Tommy and Special K joined us out with a pit stop at Ike's--Norman's law school buddy who he insists is straight but Lord knows I've never met a cattier Queen--for some 420. The puff puff pass made one go around before Ike got antsy and we headed out. Net effect=0.
Ike then proceeded to skip my recommended Butter stop--whence Norman could spend his $50 dinner allowance on some drinks--saying he didn't want to walk down St. Marks. Why the hell not? Why live in the village if you're going to frown on St. Marks? I mean that's like living on 45th and 8th Ave. and whining about Times Square. Boo.
We made it to the Hibernian Swift Lounge for 1/8 of a minute and promptly made our way to Cooper 35 where we sat in the chilly evening wind chugging $4 drinks to warm up. Norman's loyalty returned and he returned to the Lounge to Ike. Gary had joined us at this point and I felt comfortable ducking out of what I felt no obligation to join--IKE! We popped next door to B Bar instead.
When Norman attempted to maintain dual loyalty he was foiled. The bouncer at B Bar wasn't about to let in a pack of younger guys on a busy Friday night, so Ike and crew vanished with Norman in tow. It's hard to be a good guy. Norman keeps on trying and there's merit in that.
I learned long ago that nice girls are boring--and I sure ain't boring
Prime Real Estate
$6000 for a floor-through four bedroom apartment in Midtown East featuring a built-in-bar, recessed lighting, massive living room and two bathrooms with private access to the roof and no neighbors--since the floor is above commercial space and features skylights in multiple rooms. The aparment made me cream and dream! (Tracey--please pick up on the reference to the adorable gelateria in Prague).
This was the venue of the party I attended saturday night hosted by a PIKE brother turned Lehman Brother. The place was packed. The music was loud. The drinks were strong. The girls were young. The boys were finance types with CT style and Westchester attitude. There was porn projected on a wall in the "big bedroom".
The shindig was a 17-year-old's wet dream.
I had fun. Fun in the way a frat party is fun. Gary, his friend Shaun, Tommy, his big sis, and I clustered in a corner watching bad dancers shake-a-leg. The weather was atrocious. Our primary goal in attending this event was the promise of a projector on a roof with refreshments to boot. The purpose was lost due to inclement weather conditions. TSK.
The bar was a mess when we arrived and no one was manning it. Thankfully, an Indian boy who used to live there ushered me behind it and showed me where the good liquor lived...a few shots of the top shelf later, I was enjoying myself a whole lot more and so was my crew.
This was the venue of the party I attended saturday night hosted by a PIKE brother turned Lehman Brother. The place was packed. The music was loud. The drinks were strong. The girls were young. The boys were finance types with CT style and Westchester attitude. There was porn projected on a wall in the "big bedroom".
The shindig was a 17-year-old's wet dream.
I had fun. Fun in the way a frat party is fun. Gary, his friend Shaun, Tommy, his big sis, and I clustered in a corner watching bad dancers shake-a-leg. The weather was atrocious. Our primary goal in attending this event was the promise of a projector on a roof with refreshments to boot. The purpose was lost due to inclement weather conditions. TSK.
The bar was a mess when we arrived and no one was manning it. Thankfully, an Indian boy who used to live there ushered me behind it and showed me where the good liquor lived...a few shots of the top shelf later, I was enjoying myself a whole lot more and so was my crew.
Cell Phone Debacle
While I am the antithesis of Blanche DuBois as I grow older I realize that I depend more and more on the kindess of strangers.
Case and point: Saturday night (3am Sunday) I left my cell phone in a cab. The last time this happened was 3 years ago when I lived in Midtown and Ditha with Tracey had insisted it could be retrieved and found a way to make it happen as I stood mutely by--paralyzed in my hour of phone distress.
I wouldn't have even realized my phone was lost if the cabbie hadn't dialed the last number I had dialed whilst in his cab. I was comfortably resposing on Jaylin's couch, when my cell phone called him--Nelly's Ride Wit Me began blastin'--and we both looked on mystified. After repeated dial backs, the cabbie was finally attained on my phone. He said he'd drop my phone off at "the deli". Jaylin assumed this to be the 92nd St. Deli. I assumed no such thing. The cab driver had deposited me at 92nd and 1st, why would he assume that the deli on 2nd Ave. would be the best bet? Last count there were a zillion delis in Manhattan, how were we to find THIS deli.
The following day, circa 2pm when we finally crawled out of bed, bleary eyed and lazy Jaylin insisted the 92nd St. Deli--which he frequents for cigarettes and sandwiches--had my phone. I was less convinced. I'm a doubting Thomas to say the least and I balk at altruism. This said, I was hopeful because he exuded confidence in the matter--after all the cabbie had called, he stood nothing to gain by keeping my phone. When we arrived at the deli, no phone was in sight. The day guy called the night guy and NO--my phone was not at the 92nd St. Deli.
Quick as I usually am to give up--ask Ditha or Trace, I live a life of replacement...you won't find me on my hands and knees if there is a possibility of replacing the dropped item--I suggested we check at one of the two deli..s between 91st and 92nd St. on 1st Ave. We hit the jackpot at Blue Moon Deli. The owner interrogated me thus: What is your name? What type of phone do you have? What is your phone number? Who is your service provider?
Once I had passed his line of questioning he said, "I have a T-Mobile phone. You say your phone is Verizon?" I was stunned...after all this, the man didn't even HAVE my phone. BOO.
Well, Jaylin asked and I insisted that we get a look at the phone. Lo and behold, it WAS my phone. The man's eyes had deceived him--it was a verizon LG phone with a Luckey picture on the inside. YAY! Sweet Success!
Jaylin marveled at my persistence. I must say, I marveled at the fact that the cabbie to the deli to me, my phone had made it through the night. Unsure of the etiquette on tipping the guy and since I had a meager $10 in my wallet, I skipped out without giving him a dime, but I will go back to the deli for my purchasing needs, ignoring the 5 deli..s I pass as I walk to this one to repay a debt money can only begin to cover.
The annoying part of losing a phone lacking a SIM card is having to input all those numbers that get lost with it.
Case and point: Saturday night (3am Sunday) I left my cell phone in a cab. The last time this happened was 3 years ago when I lived in Midtown and Ditha with Tracey had insisted it could be retrieved and found a way to make it happen as I stood mutely by--paralyzed in my hour of phone distress.
I wouldn't have even realized my phone was lost if the cabbie hadn't dialed the last number I had dialed whilst in his cab. I was comfortably resposing on Jaylin's couch, when my cell phone called him--Nelly's Ride Wit Me began blastin'--and we both looked on mystified. After repeated dial backs, the cabbie was finally attained on my phone. He said he'd drop my phone off at "the deli". Jaylin assumed this to be the 92nd St. Deli. I assumed no such thing. The cab driver had deposited me at 92nd and 1st, why would he assume that the deli on 2nd Ave. would be the best bet? Last count there were a zillion delis in Manhattan, how were we to find THIS deli.
The following day, circa 2pm when we finally crawled out of bed, bleary eyed and lazy Jaylin insisted the 92nd St. Deli--which he frequents for cigarettes and sandwiches--had my phone. I was less convinced. I'm a doubting Thomas to say the least and I balk at altruism. This said, I was hopeful because he exuded confidence in the matter--after all the cabbie had called, he stood nothing to gain by keeping my phone. When we arrived at the deli, no phone was in sight. The day guy called the night guy and NO--my phone was not at the 92nd St. Deli.
Quick as I usually am to give up--ask Ditha or Trace, I live a life of replacement...you won't find me on my hands and knees if there is a possibility of replacing the dropped item--I suggested we check at one of the two deli..s between 91st and 92nd St. on 1st Ave. We hit the jackpot at Blue Moon Deli. The owner interrogated me thus: What is your name? What type of phone do you have? What is your phone number? Who is your service provider?
Once I had passed his line of questioning he said, "I have a T-Mobile phone. You say your phone is Verizon?" I was stunned...after all this, the man didn't even HAVE my phone. BOO.
Well, Jaylin asked and I insisted that we get a look at the phone. Lo and behold, it WAS my phone. The man's eyes had deceived him--it was a verizon LG phone with a Luckey picture on the inside. YAY! Sweet Success!
Jaylin marveled at my persistence. I must say, I marveled at the fact that the cabbie to the deli to me, my phone had made it through the night. Unsure of the etiquette on tipping the guy and since I had a meager $10 in my wallet, I skipped out without giving him a dime, but I will go back to the deli for my purchasing needs, ignoring the 5 deli..s I pass as I walk to this one to repay a debt money can only begin to cover.
The annoying part of losing a phone lacking a SIM card is having to input all those numbers that get lost with it.
April 21, 2006
2 months till Summer
In two short months the Summer of '06 will commence.
This summer I vow to
Play Tennis with strangers
Hit the Hamptons with Karen and Special K
Tour Amsterdam with Tom
Take that trip to The Cloisters with Tracey
Dance in the streets when it rains
Drink outdoors--sip sangria and suck down margaritas and mojitos
Actually wrap up my incompletes at SCHOOL.
Walk Luckey in the Park
Watch movies on roofs--starting tomorrow!
MOVE downtown!!!!!!
This summer I vow to
Play Tennis with strangers
Hit the Hamptons with Karen and Special K
Tour Amsterdam with Tom
Take that trip to The Cloisters with Tracey
Dance in the streets when it rains
Drink outdoors--sip sangria and suck down margaritas and mojitos
Actually wrap up my incompletes at SCHOOL.
Walk Luckey in the Park
Watch movies on roofs--starting tomorrow!
MOVE downtown!!!!!!
4:20pm on 4/20
Passed without event...I texted Tommy and that was the extent of the celebration.
Incidentally my 20-year-old ex-NYU student, now full-tim dealer texted me this morning to ask if I had been dealt.
Ah...life!
Incidentally my 20-year-old ex-NYU student, now full-tim dealer texted me this morning to ask if I had been dealt.
Ah...life!
April 19, 2006
Walk by Shooting
As I ran out for my morning Venti Skim Chai (that's right people! I've made the switch to TEA...and SKIM milk. Next up, a curry-free lifestyle), a photographer-type was shooting pedestrians rising from the fumes of the 2/3 stop at Wall St.
I assumed he was:
a) an artsy tourist
b) a poser New Yorker
c) an aspiring free lancer, hoping to hawk his wares to a two-bit rag.
d) a guy with too much free time and a bangin' camera
Turns out I was completely off base...as I walked by him he shot my legs mid-swing in black, jersey cotton gaucho pants. I stopped and turned immediately to interrogate the use of said photo. He automatically reached for the badge dangling from his neck to showcase that he was press. He was shooting some lifestyle shots on spec. This doesn't help!
How will I know where I can direct people to see my walking feet?
I assumed he was:
a) an artsy tourist
b) a poser New Yorker
c) an aspiring free lancer, hoping to hawk his wares to a two-bit rag.
d) a guy with too much free time and a bangin' camera
Turns out I was completely off base...as I walked by him he shot my legs mid-swing in black, jersey cotton gaucho pants. I stopped and turned immediately to interrogate the use of said photo. He automatically reached for the badge dangling from his neck to showcase that he was press. He was shooting some lifestyle shots on spec. This doesn't help!
How will I know where I can direct people to see my walking feet?
Have I been her?
As I was meandering to the 6-train this morning there was a woman in a sheer black dress steps ahead of me. I could CLEARLY see (well past outline) her black, lace thong through her outfit. Tempted as I was to inform her of the lack of coverage and insist that she install serious lighting in the vicinity of her full-length mirror, I said nothing. The attractive, white-headphoned gentleman inches ahead of me smiled and enjoyed the view. She was an attractive woman with well-crafted hind parts. Going to the gym was paying off..I wasn't going to rain on her parade.
It made me wonder--how often have I left home revealing more than I realized...
Adhere as I don't to the subway slogan: "If you see something, say something!" My day goes on.
It made me wonder--how often have I left home revealing more than I realized...
Adhere as I don't to the subway slogan: "If you see something, say something!" My day goes on.
25.5
Yesterday was my half-birthday.
Today I am closer to 26 than 25....still mid-20s but one step closer to the late.
I had an ex-boyfriend inform me that 1/2 birthdays were not "real events". Suffice to say this is a large part of why this particular boyfriend finds himself in the x-stack, but I disagree. Vehemently.
If my birthday is a monumental event, then a half birthday is half of said monument.
Today I am closer to 26 than 25....still mid-20s but one step closer to the late.
I had an ex-boyfriend inform me that 1/2 birthdays were not "real events". Suffice to say this is a large part of why this particular boyfriend finds himself in the x-stack, but I disagree. Vehemently.
If my birthday is a monumental event, then a half birthday is half of said monument.
April 17, 2006
Tracey Tour
Tracey joined me for a Friday o' Fun.
I always forget how much fun you can have without drinking till I hang out with Trace. We had a blast--rain not withstanding, though I firmly believe that it brought my recovery to a standstill.
We had soup dumplings in Chinatown--she put aside her aversion to pork for two seconds to suck up the soupy goodness. I insisted on some bubble tea to which Tracey raised me a peach green tea. She LOVES green tea. After a brief amble which included the spotting and photographing of a bucket of live frogs being sold by the pound, we sat at an outdoor cafe under a rainy awning in Little Italy. Tracey indulged in a "decadent" tiramisu which resulted in the "shakes and giggles".
We discussed seriously the topic of Tracey's first pedicure--freaked as she is by feet. Hers in particular with generous dosages of shuddering at the thought of them being touched by others--strangers! I think I've talked her into it. A mani-pedi session will be our next adventure.
Keep in mind, Tracey is the girl that spent $69 on white, Italian leather flip-flops in Chinatown. She balks at $20 for a mani-pedi.
Adage: Penny wise and pound foolish, much?
I always forget how much fun you can have without drinking till I hang out with Trace. We had a blast--rain not withstanding, though I firmly believe that it brought my recovery to a standstill.
We had soup dumplings in Chinatown--she put aside her aversion to pork for two seconds to suck up the soupy goodness. I insisted on some bubble tea to which Tracey raised me a peach green tea. She LOVES green tea. After a brief amble which included the spotting and photographing of a bucket of live frogs being sold by the pound, we sat at an outdoor cafe under a rainy awning in Little Italy. Tracey indulged in a "decadent" tiramisu which resulted in the "shakes and giggles".
We discussed seriously the topic of Tracey's first pedicure--freaked as she is by feet. Hers in particular with generous dosages of shuddering at the thought of them being touched by others--strangers! I think I've talked her into it. A mani-pedi session will be our next adventure.
Keep in mind, Tracey is the girl that spent $69 on white, Italian leather flip-flops in Chinatown. She balks at $20 for a mani-pedi.
Adage: Penny wise and pound foolish, much?
Canadia
My Canadian med student pal and his girlfriend were in town this weekend with their third wheel in tow. Tommy and I dragged them to The Big Easy for beer pong in our sick and illness-induced sedated states.
Our combined effort at dazzling them with New York was measley, but we had a good excuse. We're SICK!
Our combined effort at dazzling them with New York was measley, but we had a good excuse. We're SICK!
Jaylin Jive
The great thing about Jaylin is that he cannot hurt me.
He's a 43-year old man in full blown mid-life crisis.
I'd forgotten how badly he wants a wife.
How he dreams of building a compound in lower westchester with a gate around his parents, brother with future sister-in-law, and a nuclear family of his own.
How much he talks about money without actually spending any of it.
Just how much he adores his family and values their place in his life. How he pushes for me to meet his parents.
How easily he laughs at my jokes. How quick he is to be impressed with my ideas.
He's a good guy...but SO not my guy. It's incredible how happy he would make some other girl--ANY other girl.
At this point in my life, there is no one else to spend those quality Joey-Dawson moments with in bed: side by side but not touching, palms facing the ceiling talking about his dreams.
He's a 43-year old man in full blown mid-life crisis.
I'd forgotten how badly he wants a wife.
How he dreams of building a compound in lower westchester with a gate around his parents, brother with future sister-in-law, and a nuclear family of his own.
How much he talks about money without actually spending any of it.
Just how much he adores his family and values their place in his life. How he pushes for me to meet his parents.
How easily he laughs at my jokes. How quick he is to be impressed with my ideas.
He's a good guy...but SO not my guy. It's incredible how happy he would make some other girl--ANY other girl.
At this point in my life, there is no one else to spend those quality Joey-Dawson moments with in bed: side by side but not touching, palms facing the ceiling talking about his dreams.
Garden of Aidan
Dr. Aidan and I embarked on our second date on Sunday to my brunch spot--Sushi Samba 7. I am a regular...which was apparent from the cordial greeting and prompt recollection of my office phone number sans reservation.
Due to my frequent invitation of guests to this venue, Gary and a female friend were in the audience...which was apparent from a text he sent me: "Nice white sweater!"
Instead of freaking out, I merely turned for a beauty queen wave in his direction.
Aidan and I ambled about the village and made our way to the east side, where bubble tea had to be had--he actualy LIKES it--bubbles and all. Delight.
He insisted we walk by Gramercy Park--fortuitous! Just as we were passing the keyed entrance an elderly chap was making his way in via walker. In his doctorly way, Aidan held the door and ushered me in.
The privacy of the park combined with the elitism of only entering with a key (you get a key by living in one of the select buildings surrounding the park itself) made for romantic bench time. The glorious weather and frolicking squirrels set the tone of an Elysian field in the middle of Manhattan.
Sick as I was I refused my communicable disease admission to the kingdom of Aidan--much to his chagrin and protest.
Some choice compliments from him to me were as follows:
"I like your body!"
"What...no, you're totally THIN!"
"Aw...you have such an adorable voice"
As we walked up Park Ave into Murray Hill...we passed none other than i-banker circa 2003. How the past can run into you! Thankfully other than an initial, nondescript look back, he kept walking....later when I called banker boy as I rode the 3rd Ave. bus uptown he asked "Did I just see you walking up Park Ave.?" as if he could possibly NOt have recognized me. I know I'll never forget that polyester, white hoodie with black piping...a wolf in sheep's clothing personified.
Aidan was none the wiser...making me promise him face-time later this week. He's headed to Boston to claim his stake in the brownstone pie.
Woody Allen voice aside...what if I really start to like him?
Due to my frequent invitation of guests to this venue, Gary and a female friend were in the audience...which was apparent from a text he sent me: "Nice white sweater!"
Instead of freaking out, I merely turned for a beauty queen wave in his direction.
Aidan and I ambled about the village and made our way to the east side, where bubble tea had to be had--he actualy LIKES it--bubbles and all. Delight.
He insisted we walk by Gramercy Park--fortuitous! Just as we were passing the keyed entrance an elderly chap was making his way in via walker. In his doctorly way, Aidan held the door and ushered me in.
The privacy of the park combined with the elitism of only entering with a key (you get a key by living in one of the select buildings surrounding the park itself) made for romantic bench time. The glorious weather and frolicking squirrels set the tone of an Elysian field in the middle of Manhattan.
Sick as I was I refused my communicable disease admission to the kingdom of Aidan--much to his chagrin and protest.
Some choice compliments from him to me were as follows:
"I like your body!"
"What...no, you're totally THIN!"
"Aw...you have such an adorable voice"
As we walked up Park Ave into Murray Hill...we passed none other than i-banker circa 2003. How the past can run into you! Thankfully other than an initial, nondescript look back, he kept walking....later when I called banker boy as I rode the 3rd Ave. bus uptown he asked "Did I just see you walking up Park Ave.?" as if he could possibly NOt have recognized me. I know I'll never forget that polyester, white hoodie with black piping...a wolf in sheep's clothing personified.
Aidan was none the wiser...making me promise him face-time later this week. He's headed to Boston to claim his stake in the brownstone pie.
Woody Allen voice aside...what if I really start to like him?
April 13, 2006
Jaylin's Back
As the cab snaked up 3rd Ave. the driver made an arbitrary decision to swerve off and head up 1st Ave. Traffic!
It gave me an idea to pop in and surprise Jaylin. I haven't seen or spoken to him since "the big tiff" before Thanksgiving...but knowing he wouldn't protest, I just appeared at his doorstep unannounced. He was delighted to see me.
The instant compliment, "Hmm...your face has gotten so much smaller, I almost didn't recognize you!" won him some points and the forgotten reality that he has a large deck attached to his 2nd storey apartment warmed me further. The immediate selection of WB11 re-runs of Sex and the City (with no prompting from me) on his 52-inch TV was the icing on my cake of regression. We're back, baby!
He walked me home, smoking a cigarette along the way and kissed me gently on the forehead. I'd forgotten how nice it was--familiarity. He told me my hair looked shiny and I had a walk--a walk that made a man want to follow closely behind.
I miss V.
Lesson Learned: I'm a sucker for a suck-up!
It gave me an idea to pop in and surprise Jaylin. I haven't seen or spoken to him since "the big tiff" before Thanksgiving...but knowing he wouldn't protest, I just appeared at his doorstep unannounced. He was delighted to see me.
The instant compliment, "Hmm...your face has gotten so much smaller, I almost didn't recognize you!" won him some points and the forgotten reality that he has a large deck attached to his 2nd storey apartment warmed me further. The immediate selection of WB11 re-runs of Sex and the City (with no prompting from me) on his 52-inch TV was the icing on my cake of regression. We're back, baby!
He walked me home, smoking a cigarette along the way and kissed me gently on the forehead. I'd forgotten how nice it was--familiarity. He told me my hair looked shiny and I had a walk--a walk that made a man want to follow closely behind.
I miss V.
Lesson Learned: I'm a sucker for a suck-up!
Date 1--Dr. Aidan
Last night, Aidan and I went to Cooper 35 which is quickly becoming a tri-weekly stomping ground. The attentive waiter gave us each quizzes to determine drinks that matched our personalities--I was bestowed a Manhattan (HATE WHISKEY) and Aidan was presented with a Midori Sour (which he graciously let me have). The reality that I got the boy drink did nothing to comfort me from the fear that rages--I'm a man in a woman's body.
It was endearing but perhaps I'm not as much into PDA as I have once been. We moved the party to Sin Sin shortly after calamari and tuna tartare. It's been a long time since a man gazed at me that adoringly or make as much effort to hold my hand and kiss my cheek. At one point, I thought he was going to eat me--the way he kept rubbing his scruffy face against the delicate nape of my neck and higher back. I was impressed that he paid for the drinks--yes they were cheap but that still showcases him a gentleman.
He tried his damndest to cab home with me, but since NYU approaches much sooner than the UES, I dropped him off on the way uptown. He protested but finally consented when I promised to see him again soon. I can't imagine he expects to get serious but he did reference his impending residency move as "temporary" (how can 4 years be temporary at our age?) and insisted he would be back in NYC every weekend. That seems a bit much...no?
It was endearing but perhaps I'm not as much into PDA as I have once been. We moved the party to Sin Sin shortly after calamari and tuna tartare. It's been a long time since a man gazed at me that adoringly or make as much effort to hold my hand and kiss my cheek. At one point, I thought he was going to eat me--the way he kept rubbing his scruffy face against the delicate nape of my neck and higher back. I was impressed that he paid for the drinks--yes they were cheap but that still showcases him a gentleman.
He tried his damndest to cab home with me, but since NYU approaches much sooner than the UES, I dropped him off on the way uptown. He protested but finally consented when I promised to see him again soon. I can't imagine he expects to get serious but he did reference his impending residency move as "temporary" (how can 4 years be temporary at our age?) and insisted he would be back in NYC every weekend. That seems a bit much...no?
Mani-Pedi
I hated those girls in college who got their nails done and referred to the process as "going to get my weekly mani-pedi...you want?"
Yet, yesterday as the kindly Mexican woman at the Korean run nail salon massaged my aching calves, I couldn't suppress a sigh of contentment--this was the life. At the low low price of $25--a skilled professional would clip, cuticle crop, and color my nails (hand and foot) whilst provided the added benefit of massage.
As I looked around the parlor, there were women of all ages, colors, and sizes basking in the glow of some much deserved pampering. Some comforts are universal in their appeal and comfort--across women in this instance.
Yet, yesterday as the kindly Mexican woman at the Korean run nail salon massaged my aching calves, I couldn't suppress a sigh of contentment--this was the life. At the low low price of $25--a skilled professional would clip, cuticle crop, and color my nails (hand and foot) whilst provided the added benefit of massage.
As I looked around the parlor, there were women of all ages, colors, and sizes basking in the glow of some much deserved pampering. Some comforts are universal in their appeal and comfort--across women in this instance.
Binging on Achievement
Rosie e-mailed me a contract to look over--why she thought my skill set was suited for this, we'll never know--but I promptly forwarded it to Norman. The due dilligence he exercised was not only remarkable but heartwarming.
It's refreshing to see a high school pal rise from the ashes of slackerdom into the prototype of one who achieves. I don't know what snapped from 9th grade to 10th, but that was the change that marked him. Norman has been binging on achievement ever since...not that he didn't achieve when he cared less, it just didn't register as a binge on his scale or anyone else's.
The Stanford Law graduate is currently finishing up a prestigious clerkship in LV, NV and interviewing at some fabulous Manhattan firms to be the future corporate lawyer of America. You go boy!
Oh and THANK YOU for not billing me for that hour--I swear I'll pay you back in girl advice and venue recommendations.
It's refreshing to see a high school pal rise from the ashes of slackerdom into the prototype of one who achieves. I don't know what snapped from 9th grade to 10th, but that was the change that marked him. Norman has been binging on achievement ever since...not that he didn't achieve when he cared less, it just didn't register as a binge on his scale or anyone else's.
The Stanford Law graduate is currently finishing up a prestigious clerkship in LV, NV and interviewing at some fabulous Manhattan firms to be the future corporate lawyer of America. You go boy!
Oh and THANK YOU for not billing me for that hour--I swear I'll pay you back in girl advice and venue recommendations.
April 10, 2006
Photo Face
K and I were at Mad River with Tommy on Saturday. Whilst there a celebratory moment captured us.
To check out the photo, click on Mad River. Password: tofu.
Select the date: 4/8/06
Go to Page 2
The bottom left photo shows two brown girls in a very white place.
See, diversity will get your picture taken in '00 America.
Long Live Big Smiles with Big Boobs!
To check out the photo, click on Mad River. Password: tofu.
Select the date: 4/8/06
Go to Page 2
The bottom left photo shows two brown girls in a very white place.
See, diversity will get your picture taken in '00 America.
Long Live Big Smiles with Big Boobs!
Luckey!
My puppy pet is 6 months old today. Half way to the big dog mark.
He's taken to humping my body pillow with a vigor yet to be seen on my bed. What's unbelievable is the SIZE of his doggie unit. It's freaky. It's this shade of mauve and looks inflatable. NO, I have not scrutinized it closely...I just KNOW this because of the frequency with which it appears when he is in the vicinity of the Nautica pillow.
That's right folks, dog has more of a sex life than I do--albeit with an inanimate object. Pics to come...
He's taken to humping my body pillow with a vigor yet to be seen on my bed. What's unbelievable is the SIZE of his doggie unit. It's freaky. It's this shade of mauve and looks inflatable. NO, I have not scrutinized it closely...I just KNOW this because of the frequency with which it appears when he is in the vicinity of the Nautica pillow.
That's right folks, dog has more of a sex life than I do--albeit with an inanimate object. Pics to come...
Dating the OLD
Friday night I broke down and had curry. Curry Row is my downfall.
My date with the Aussie was not enhanced by the copious drinking that went on.
It must be said...while I'm not a gold digger, I see NO point whatsoever in going out with a guy who isn't going to buy my drinks or pay for dinner. I'm quick to reach for the check at Wendy's but even on Curry Row I should not have to pay for my dinner if I have a date in tow. Why does this require mention? It should be how it is. yuck.
We talked. Well, he talked and kept reiterating how comfortable he felt talking to me and how mature I was. blegh. He then proceeded to tell me of every ex he could recall having--BORING. It's not him, I suppose. Most women would love that level of honesty and self-disclosure. I was just bored.
What's wrong with me? Perfectly nice older guy and I'm SO not interested.
Another one bites the dust.
My date with the Aussie was not enhanced by the copious drinking that went on.
It must be said...while I'm not a gold digger, I see NO point whatsoever in going out with a guy who isn't going to buy my drinks or pay for dinner. I'm quick to reach for the check at Wendy's but even on Curry Row I should not have to pay for my dinner if I have a date in tow. Why does this require mention? It should be how it is. yuck.
We talked. Well, he talked and kept reiterating how comfortable he felt talking to me and how mature I was. blegh. He then proceeded to tell me of every ex he could recall having--BORING. It's not him, I suppose. Most women would love that level of honesty and self-disclosure. I was just bored.
What's wrong with me? Perfectly nice older guy and I'm SO not interested.
Another one bites the dust.
Dr. Aidan Update
Apparently Dr. Aidan lost his phone in a cab and was unable to phone me.
He sent Rani an e-mail which he begged her to forward me as a small token of his delay in response. She informed me of this at brunch on saturday as I marveled at her eggs con stinky cheese--who knew Dr. chicks could cook too! Gosh, I feel un-accomplished.
She warned me that he was WEIRD--only the oddballs go into psychiatry apparently--considering that was the only branch of medicine that brought my thoughts to the medical door...I'm at a loss. Guess I'm an oddball!
I pre-emptively e-mailed Dr. Aidan who promptly phoned me for an hour convo. His Woody Allen voice didn't disturb me terribly, but he is WEIRD. His jokes aren't so much off-color as off-the-mark. I laugh at off-color. We're going to meet up on Wednesday.
He asked me advice about buying real estate in Boston, since he will be up there for at least four years doing his residency. I like sounding like the SME (subject matter expert) even if I'm not.
He sent Rani an e-mail which he begged her to forward me as a small token of his delay in response. She informed me of this at brunch on saturday as I marveled at her eggs con stinky cheese--who knew Dr. chicks could cook too! Gosh, I feel un-accomplished.
She warned me that he was WEIRD--only the oddballs go into psychiatry apparently--considering that was the only branch of medicine that brought my thoughts to the medical door...I'm at a loss. Guess I'm an oddball!
I pre-emptively e-mailed Dr. Aidan who promptly phoned me for an hour convo. His Woody Allen voice didn't disturb me terribly, but he is WEIRD. His jokes aren't so much off-color as off-the-mark. I laugh at off-color. We're going to meet up on Wednesday.
He asked me advice about buying real estate in Boston, since he will be up there for at least four years doing his residency. I like sounding like the SME (subject matter expert) even if I'm not.
April 7, 2006
Soup Dumplings
I'm really craving some soup dumplings.
Joe's Shanghai--I want you bad!
Located on a block that I can only liken to "The Brigadoon" of roads. It's ethereal and surreal...I think if I blink too long it will vanish into the Shanghai sky.
Or it's the African tent at Le Souk that beckons me to sit cross-legged and barbarically savor a lamb leg.
Perhaps a patio in the village with tapas and sangria.
Maybe the terrace of Sushi Samba with it's fusion and fruity flavors.
mmm...TGIF!
Joe's Shanghai--I want you bad!
Located on a block that I can only liken to "The Brigadoon" of roads. It's ethereal and surreal...I think if I blink too long it will vanish into the Shanghai sky.
Or it's the African tent at Le Souk that beckons me to sit cross-legged and barbarically savor a lamb leg.
Perhaps a patio in the village with tapas and sangria.
Maybe the terrace of Sushi Samba with it's fusion and fruity flavors.
mmm...TGIF!
April 6, 2006
Goodbye Love
You don't want baggage without lifetime guarantees.
You don't want to watch me die?
I just came to say
Goodbye love goodbye love
Came to say goodbye love, goodbye
Just came to say
Goodbye love
Goodbye love
Came to say goodbye love goodbye
Just came to say goodbye love
Goodbye love goodbye love goodbye love
As you may recall, I saw Rent again on Broadway last Sunday. This song struck a particular chord...however it is most poignant now.
Just got off the phone with V--at work munching on a Burger King chicken sandwich at a hurried 3:30pm lunch--whence he told me to move on with my life.
He said, in simple English, that he didn't want me waiting around for him. Waiting for something that would NEVER happen. He's not going down "that road" again and he's "100% committed, not 99.9% but 100% committed to his current relationship". Most girls would respect a man that said that. I'm not most girls. Not to say I don't respect V--but that statement certainly didn't elevate him any in my eyes. This song kept playing in my mind as I sat in silence. A stony silence. He said the requisite right things: I care about you. I'll always care about you. I just want you to be happy. blah blah blah. I have no doubt he meant them...but how quickly he forgets that on this side of the phone wires it just sounds hollow and concilliatory--trite and tenuous.
Goodbye V...goodbye V
Just came to say goodbye V.
You don't want to watch me die?
I just came to say
Goodbye love goodbye love
Came to say goodbye love, goodbye
Just came to say
Goodbye love
Goodbye love
Came to say goodbye love goodbye
Just came to say goodbye love
Goodbye love goodbye love goodbye love
As you may recall, I saw Rent again on Broadway last Sunday. This song struck a particular chord...however it is most poignant now.
Just got off the phone with V--at work munching on a Burger King chicken sandwich at a hurried 3:30pm lunch--whence he told me to move on with my life.
He said, in simple English, that he didn't want me waiting around for him. Waiting for something that would NEVER happen. He's not going down "that road" again and he's "100% committed, not 99.9% but 100% committed to his current relationship". Most girls would respect a man that said that. I'm not most girls. Not to say I don't respect V--but that statement certainly didn't elevate him any in my eyes. This song kept playing in my mind as I sat in silence. A stony silence. He said the requisite right things: I care about you. I'll always care about you. I just want you to be happy. blah blah blah. I have no doubt he meant them...but how quickly he forgets that on this side of the phone wires it just sounds hollow and concilliatory--trite and tenuous.
Goodbye V...goodbye V
Just came to say goodbye V.
Vibrating in my Seat
No, it's not one of those spiffy massager chairs--this jitteriness is a side effect of no coffee...the sun drenching my workspace...and the reality that the work day is FAR from over.
I have so much to do but none of it is due today and without the sense of urgency I am not getting one thing done. Frittering the day is not as easy or fun as it used to be. Wish I could knit at my desk or read Anais Nin to my heart's content. Though I bet I could put the tiny book that is Little Birds inside a volumnious binder and read comfortably. I used to do that as a child with Harlequin novels enveloped in science textbooks in India--yeah, I'm a rebel.
Well, blogging isn't making me seem any more professional...best to go!
I already took a jaunt to the bank...another to subway and have saved the 3pm mark for my daily Starbucks amble...but the 2 hours between now and then...gag me with a spoon, already!
I have so much to do but none of it is due today and without the sense of urgency I am not getting one thing done. Frittering the day is not as easy or fun as it used to be. Wish I could knit at my desk or read Anais Nin to my heart's content. Though I bet I could put the tiny book that is Little Birds inside a volumnious binder and read comfortably. I used to do that as a child with Harlequin novels enveloped in science textbooks in India--yeah, I'm a rebel.
Well, blogging isn't making me seem any more professional...best to go!
I already took a jaunt to the bank...another to subway and have saved the 3pm mark for my daily Starbucks amble...but the 2 hours between now and then...gag me with a spoon, already!
April 5, 2006
Thursday Night Dining Club
Started a new blog with Dino today: Thursday Night Dining Club!
Everyone should check out our reviews from last month.
Venues include:
Southwest NY
Dish as per Citysearch
Food Bar as per Sheckys
Rocking Horse Cafe
Everyone should check out our reviews from last month.
Venues include:
Southwest NY
Dish as per Citysearch
Food Bar as per Sheckys
Rocking Horse Cafe
April 4, 2006
Hobbies
A few months ago Beth got me thinking about my hobbies--lack thereof rather--and I've since developed these:
1. Blogging (ok, so I had been blogging when she mentioned it, but it still counts)
2. Knitting (useful for gift giving)
3. Yoga (it's exercise--right?)
4. Event Planning (ok, this is less a hobby and more a circumstantial reality)
5. Author-focused Reading (my obsession with Anais Nin continues--currently on Little Birds--I feel a bit dirty reading it on the subway!)
Some hobbies I hope to develop in Q2 include:
1. Origami
2. Tennis (I was a strong intermediate in high school, so I'm hoping to get back to that level.)
3. Ballroom Dancing (been trying to get this on the life agenda for almost a DECADE now)
1. Blogging (ok, so I had been blogging when she mentioned it, but it still counts)
2. Knitting (useful for gift giving)
3. Yoga (it's exercise--right?)
4. Event Planning (ok, this is less a hobby and more a circumstantial reality)
5. Author-focused Reading (my obsession with Anais Nin continues--currently on Little Birds--I feel a bit dirty reading it on the subway!)
Some hobbies I hope to develop in Q2 include:
1. Origami
2. Tennis (I was a strong intermediate in high school, so I'm hoping to get back to that level.)
3. Ballroom Dancing (been trying to get this on the life agenda for almost a DECADE now)
April 3, 2006
Elenora
Whilst at Karma on Friday night with Rani, Special K, Rosie, Dr. Aidan and some other NYU med kids I ran into an ex's best friend's gal pal. That's right folks--3 degrees of separation on that one.
The last time I had seen her was AT Karma almost two years ago. She was with her new man. We caught up for a few minutes. It was nice to know that even though I might not have ever meant anything to this ex of mine, I forged an impression that lasted past first encounters with friends of his friends. I loved his friends and as I look back on the mistake that was my relationship with him--they are who I miss. Too bad you have to break-up with the friends too when you break out of bad relationships.
Elenora and I hugged as we parted. She took my number and put it in her cell phone--I know she won't call but I'm comforted that she cared enough to carry out the masquerade of friendship miscarried due to a relationship aborted early in the second trimester.
cest'la vie.
The last time I had seen her was AT Karma almost two years ago. She was with her new man. We caught up for a few minutes. It was nice to know that even though I might not have ever meant anything to this ex of mine, I forged an impression that lasted past first encounters with friends of his friends. I loved his friends and as I look back on the mistake that was my relationship with him--they are who I miss. Too bad you have to break-up with the friends too when you break out of bad relationships.
Elenora and I hugged as we parted. She took my number and put it in her cell phone--I know she won't call but I'm comforted that she cared enough to carry out the masquerade of friendship miscarried due to a relationship aborted early in the second trimester.
cest'la vie.
Rent
I rushed back into the city from Jersey to go on a date with my classmate. He's an international student from Australia studying Public Administration at Columbia University. As I'd mentioned in a previous post, he's a strapping man at 6'4" with twinkling blue eyes and a completely shaved head to mask the lack of growth therein.
He's sweet and charming. I'm trying to coax a spark into being merely for the conversational bliss that is his company--but no spark is forthcoming.
More importantly, since I'm currently scheming ways on convincing V to return to me, once and for all, ending the charade that has been our courtship off late, I need to distract myself with the realities of "other men".
Dr. Aidan is another example of a perfectly desirable Jewish man with the credentials necessary. Alas, he reminds me of Norman in so many ways--my high school best friend!
He's sweet and charming. I'm trying to coax a spark into being merely for the conversational bliss that is his company--but no spark is forthcoming.
More importantly, since I'm currently scheming ways on convincing V to return to me, once and for all, ending the charade that has been our courtship off late, I need to distract myself with the realities of "other men".
Dr. Aidan is another example of a perfectly desirable Jewish man with the credentials necessary. Alas, he reminds me of Norman in so many ways--my high school best friend!
Bridal Bath
Sunday afternoon, I found myself at a bridal shower in New Jersey with Jo, Lauren, Kelli, Beth and Beth's gf (Alisa). The moments of gift opening can only be summed up as an out-of-TV experience, specifically the baby shower episode when the Sex and the City women head to Connecticut.
My mother drove me to and from the event, which was vaguely reminiscent of middle school with requisite embarrassment and maternal misgivings. Though unlike in middle school when she came to get me it was the other girls that were jealous of my seamless escape.
The event itself was a burgeoning success; however bringing a baked good wasn't the way to go, given the elaborate present opening focus of this event. You live, you learn.
Lesson learned: Drink BEFORE bridal showers!
My mother drove me to and from the event, which was vaguely reminiscent of middle school with requisite embarrassment and maternal misgivings. Though unlike in middle school when she came to get me it was the other girls that were jealous of my seamless escape.
The event itself was a burgeoning success; however bringing a baked good wasn't the way to go, given the elaborate present opening focus of this event. You live, you learn.
Lesson learned: Drink BEFORE bridal showers!
Dr. Aidan
On Friday night, Rani brought out a few of her med student friends. Among them was Dr. Aidan who I began chatting up at the mention of matching at a Psychiatry residency at a Harvard affiliate in Beantown. While I hadn't instantly gravitated towards him, his openness and willingness to listen (go figure!) really got me intellecutualizing. I found myself rambling about the nuances between psychologists (the bastard cousin or psychiatrists) and psychiatrists. He had firm ideas on the "medicine" of psychiatry coupling with talk therapy to idealistically aid the patient into a cycle of wellness. He also believed that psychologists, unlike psychiatrists were quacks, to which I took personal offense and launched on a crusade which he crushed with his sweet demeanor and understanding tones.
I liked his ethics: "If the patient is functioning, (s)he has no need for me. I don't want that patient coming to me. I'm here to help those people whose functioning has been impaired." A noble stand. Likewise, his humility whilst narrating stories that showcased patient trauma without maligning them with bravado resembling a messiah complex had me a tingle.
After some time, it became apparent that Dr. Aidan and I had more than a cerebral connection. It was sweet how he took to sitting by me and coaxing me away from the group at large. He has my number, now we just have to see if he calls...
Tommy and Special K have dubbed him Clark Kent for his bespectacled yet polished physique with a healthy dose of bumbling.
I liked his ethics: "If the patient is functioning, (s)he has no need for me. I don't want that patient coming to me. I'm here to help those people whose functioning has been impaired." A noble stand. Likewise, his humility whilst narrating stories that showcased patient trauma without maligning them with bravado resembling a messiah complex had me a tingle.
After some time, it became apparent that Dr. Aidan and I had more than a cerebral connection. It was sweet how he took to sitting by me and coaxing me away from the group at large. He has my number, now we just have to see if he calls...
Tommy and Special K have dubbed him Clark Kent for his bespectacled yet polished physique with a healthy dose of bumbling.
The Text
Ex-fling, banker thing from 2003 texted me at 11:08pm on April 1:
"It's my birthday!"
My assumption is that it was a mass phone-wide text sent to all women in his blackberry from 2000 onwards--but then again, maybe it was directed to me.
I am wont to phone him once a year merely to express: "How's my favorite joke? Having a good birthday?" This is our thing, since his birthday does fall on April Fool's Day and while he's no fool, he sure made a fool of me back in the day.
"It's my birthday!"
My assumption is that it was a mass phone-wide text sent to all women in his blackberry from 2000 onwards--but then again, maybe it was directed to me.
I am wont to phone him once a year merely to express: "How's my favorite joke? Having a good birthday?" This is our thing, since his birthday does fall on April Fool's Day and while he's no fool, he sure made a fool of me back in the day.
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