Adam has not called or texted me in 72 hours.
I am less freaking out and more weeping out. Granted we only met 10 days ago, but we saw each other every other day with texts on the days we didn't lay eyes or lips on each other for the first 8 of those days.
Tommy insists I should give it another day or two and then call him. But I don't see why I should be calling HIM! Call it stubborness, call it gender roles, call it what you will...but HE should be calling ME!
When he left here at 3pm on Sunday afternoon and I explained to him that phones make calls as well as send text messages I was under the impression he grasped the concept I was impressing upon him--call me tomorrow!
January 31, 2007
January 30, 2007
Bombay Boy
I met a boy from Bombay. He's Catholic. I cite these two statements because my first crush at age 11 was on one Leighton Gomes--a Catholic boy from Bombay who was in my tennis clinic--the Portugese influence in Goa led to a sprinkling of Aryan on the subcontinent in a way that tne British never deemed us worthy of mixing their blood with ours.
FF to 2007~
Pros: This boy came to the US for his MBA and is now a consultant with Dettol. He has a lilt of a Bombay accent and all the playful Bollywood banter I grew up believing to be requisite for real romance.
He plays football, drinks Black Label on the rocks, and favors hot wings to all other food. Talk about East meets West.
Cons: He travels every week for work. He reminds me of my friend, Rahul from college, who Shiv insists I had a crush on but I NEVER did!
FF to 2007~
Pros: This boy came to the US for his MBA and is now a consultant with Dettol. He has a lilt of a Bombay accent and all the playful Bollywood banter I grew up believing to be requisite for real romance.
He plays football, drinks Black Label on the rocks, and favors hot wings to all other food. Talk about East meets West.
Cons: He travels every week for work. He reminds me of my friend, Rahul from college, who Shiv insists I had a crush on but I NEVER did!
January 27, 2007
January 25, 2007
I saw Oprah
Yesterday at 1pm, I was escorting Tommy to his office to help stuff some envelopes when we passed the Hearst Corp buildling on 8th ave. I spied Oprah (exciting!) as she exited her black town car with Gayle King in tow. Gayle looked younger and more vibrant than Oprah--in fact, someone approached Gayle--not Oprah--with their cell phone to snap a quick photo with her.
I guess you do see celebrities in NYC all the time--even Chicago-based Oprah.
I guess you do see celebrities in NYC all the time--even Chicago-based Oprah.
January 23, 2007
Millionaires Share Cabs
Roughly a year ago, I happened to share a cab with Boaz Weinstein. I jumped in the first available cab on Water Street after a long work day and he was in a rush. He politely asked if I minded sharing the cab since we were both heading uptown. He hopped off near the UN--while I went further north to the UES--he gave me $15 which was more than his fare but less than what the fare ended up being when I reached my destination. The next day I thought to myself, I should look up that nice chap in the German Bank's intranet system to refund him the money I owed him...but as with most initiatives, the fleeting thought passed.
Today, as I was catching up on Amit's blog I stumbled across Ashok Vardhan--a young Indian who pulls in some serious cash--in my cyber stalking of him I stumbled across Boaz whose projected income last year was $30-$40 million.
WTF? I shared a cab with that guy! His suit didn't look any more stylish or expensive than any other suit. He looked young...he should, he's only 31. But most importantly...he could have slipped me $20--no reason he shouldn't cover my cab fare for speeding up his arrival at that hotel by the UN--honestly, he could afford it!
Today, as I was catching up on Amit's blog I stumbled across Ashok Vardhan--a young Indian who pulls in some serious cash--in my cyber stalking of him I stumbled across Boaz whose projected income last year was $30-$40 million.
WTF? I shared a cab with that guy! His suit didn't look any more stylish or expensive than any other suit. He looked young...he should, he's only 31. But most importantly...he could have slipped me $20--no reason he shouldn't cover my cab fare for speeding up his arrival at that hotel by the UN--honestly, he could afford it!
January 22, 2007
Adam
Tonight I kissed the most beautiful man...since my ex that is...his name is Adam. Interestingly enough, both Tracey and Helen have boyfriends named Adam--though each of those couples have passed the two-year mark. I'm happy to report my Adam and I have passed the 12-hour mark, for what that's worth.
He's only 24 but as the eldest of three, he has birth order on his side...well, that and HOTNESS!
He's only 24 but as the eldest of three, he has birth order on his side...well, that and HOTNESS!
January 20, 2007
Lauren Turns 26
From left to right: Lauren (b'day girl), Jo (T girl), Ursula (Gabe and Lauren's work friend from their former place of employment), Gabe (Lauren's bf), Moi, Norman (my roomie!), Karen (who is soon leaving the country to move-in with her French bf in Paris!)
Here's a picture from Lauren's b'day bash at the Back Room last night.
The vibe in that joint was reminiscent of this fantastic bar Tommy, Li, and I hit up in Berlin. In American terms, it had that whole speakeasy thing going on.
January 14, 2007
Single Again
Well...that was short-lived--back to my life as I know it--the single life.
No one really cares about the musings of one-half of a couple, esp. a boring couple, so for the readership (if nothing else)...I'm back, baby!
I wonder if Irish realizes that our code of silence can only spell gloom and doom. You DO NOT go away for weeks at a time and stop talking to a girl upon whom you bestowed the title of girlfriend. You think a man approaching his 44th birthday would be aware of the basic etiquette surrouding said interactions...apparently that is not the case. IRISH--I AM STILL MAD! Send flowers or at least an e-card.
No one really cares about the musings of one-half of a couple, esp. a boring couple, so for the readership (if nothing else)...I'm back, baby!
I wonder if Irish realizes that our code of silence can only spell gloom and doom. You DO NOT go away for weeks at a time and stop talking to a girl upon whom you bestowed the title of girlfriend. You think a man approaching his 44th birthday would be aware of the basic etiquette surrouding said interactions...apparently that is not the case. IRISH--I AM STILL MAD! Send flowers or at least an e-card.
Borat for Bankers
I'm completely in love with Amit Chatwani's blog.
Jo sent me the Biz Week article in the Finance section on Wise Guys featuring this 2004 comp sci Princeton alum and I'm on a mission to meet him. He's not only young, brown, educated, and incredibly funny--he's an entreprenuer. Plus he frequents Ulysees which is the only happy hour joint in my 'hood worth a visit.
I wonder if his Q-list celeb status has led to aunties calling up his fam in an effort to marry off their eligible daughters--now there's a mark of brown town success. Go Amit!
Jo sent me the Biz Week article in the Finance section on Wise Guys featuring this 2004 comp sci Princeton alum and I'm on a mission to meet him. He's not only young, brown, educated, and incredibly funny--he's an entreprenuer. Plus he frequents Ulysees which is the only happy hour joint in my 'hood worth a visit.
I wonder if his Q-list celeb status has led to aunties calling up his fam in an effort to marry off their eligible daughters--now there's a mark of brown town success. Go Amit!
January 10, 2007
First Fight
Irish and I had our first blowout fight on thursday. The result was that we didn't speak for a few days and now he's gone for at least two weeks, most likely three...his pursuit doesn't necessarily bring him back to the city till March. Why don't I learn my lesson with absent men?
The first fight sets a precedent for future fights. And much like with everything else Irish, I've let him off too easily. I think part of my reasoning is that he's so much older it doesn't make sense to expose him to my juvenile reactions. But the truth is those fragments of immaturity are who I really am--I haven't grown past them and it's unfair that he is exempt from what a younger man would be privy to--not that he's going to complain about this inequality, but it's still less real.
On one hand, his admission of personal truths made me feel closer to him, he's cracked open a window in the large house that represents the recesses of his mind; but on the other hand, is this how things are going to play out moving forward--he gets off scott-free and I stew in misery?
The first fight sets a precedent for future fights. And much like with everything else Irish, I've let him off too easily. I think part of my reasoning is that he's so much older it doesn't make sense to expose him to my juvenile reactions. But the truth is those fragments of immaturity are who I really am--I haven't grown past them and it's unfair that he is exempt from what a younger man would be privy to--not that he's going to complain about this inequality, but it's still less real.
On one hand, his admission of personal truths made me feel closer to him, he's cracked open a window in the large house that represents the recesses of his mind; but on the other hand, is this how things are going to play out moving forward--he gets off scott-free and I stew in misery?
Why I hate the Police!
As I sat at the Brooklyn Bridge stop with Luckey safely tucked in my bag, a handsome young Italian couple approached me. They petted my pup and made inane conversation as we awaited the downtown 4/5 train. As always a plethora of uptown trains went by and a series of downtown 6 trains made their final stop...yet no 4 or 5 were in sight.
As Luckey grew restless and I recognized the foolishness of awaiting a train to transport me one stop, I made the executive decision to walk home. It's not that cold, after all, I reasoned. As I trudged up the steps and hurried to the turnstile, I released Luckey from his captive bag arrest and held firmly to his leash.
Wholly unaware of the Po Po patrolling, I began my ascent out of the dredges of subwaydom when Officer Mills hastened to shout, "M'am, please halt!" I assumed I had dropped something out of my purse or otherwise been oblivious...such was not my luck. He proceeded to calmly ask for my ID--which I had conveniently lost last week in a tussle with the bf at the Westin--so I produced Columbia ID (no birth date with a Jan. '07 expiry). I cringed as his partner pulled up. One cop can be talked out of ticket, two cops cannot. Bad cop, good cop and such. Officer Mills was good cop. Bad cop, Officer Corrado, issued me a $25 ticket and a hearing date of 2/8/07. Of course, I'm not in a position to contest the ticket. I was, in fact, carting my critter on a leash but outside the confines of a doggie carrier or crate--as is the LAW, it seems.
I realize $25 is pittance...but when your bank account is at -$112, it's money you JUST DO NOT HAVE. The outrage. Honestly, aren't there bigger crimes in NYC than a Sweet Girl with a Vicioius Puppy ambling up the stairs (far from the platform) at Brooklyn Bridge. Is Manhattan so safe that THESE are the violations NYPD feel the need to prosecute? Am I not cute enough to get away with this? Better yet, isn't Luckey cute enough?
As Luckey grew restless and I recognized the foolishness of awaiting a train to transport me one stop, I made the executive decision to walk home. It's not that cold, after all, I reasoned. As I trudged up the steps and hurried to the turnstile, I released Luckey from his captive bag arrest and held firmly to his leash.
Wholly unaware of the Po Po patrolling, I began my ascent out of the dredges of subwaydom when Officer Mills hastened to shout, "M'am, please halt!" I assumed I had dropped something out of my purse or otherwise been oblivious...such was not my luck. He proceeded to calmly ask for my ID--which I had conveniently lost last week in a tussle with the bf at the Westin--so I produced Columbia ID (no birth date with a Jan. '07 expiry). I cringed as his partner pulled up. One cop can be talked out of ticket, two cops cannot. Bad cop, good cop and such. Officer Mills was good cop. Bad cop, Officer Corrado, issued me a $25 ticket and a hearing date of 2/8/07. Of course, I'm not in a position to contest the ticket. I was, in fact, carting my critter on a leash but outside the confines of a doggie carrier or crate--as is the LAW, it seems.
I realize $25 is pittance...but when your bank account is at -$112, it's money you JUST DO NOT HAVE. The outrage. Honestly, aren't there bigger crimes in NYC than a Sweet Girl with a Vicioius Puppy ambling up the stairs (far from the platform) at Brooklyn Bridge. Is Manhattan so safe that THESE are the violations NYPD feel the need to prosecute? Am I not cute enough to get away with this? Better yet, isn't Luckey cute enough?
January 9, 2007
Quotes of the Day
If you want endless repetition, be with a lot of different people. If you want infinite variety, be with only one.
Love is reverence, worship, glory, and the upward glance; not a bandage for dirty sores. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who've never felt it. They make a feeble stew of sympathy, compassion, contempt, and general indifference and call it love.
Love is reverence, worship, glory, and the upward glance; not a bandage for dirty sores. Those who speak of love most promiscuously are the ones who've never felt it. They make a feeble stew of sympathy, compassion, contempt, and general indifference and call it love.
January 8, 2007
Take a Step
At church this morning, I sat through a sermon that didn't bring me closer to God but did serve as an inspirational and motivational message to the procrastinator within. The pastor discussed Matthew 14:22 which pertains to Peter walking on water on the insistence of one water walking Jesus. The message was titled: Step out of your Boat. It was part of the Take a Step series which will be the message for the month of January.
My particular boat is procrastination. I've been really slacking on those b-school apps. I've been skipping interviews which I should be grateful come my way. I've been sleeping till noon even on days I get to bed by midnight.
I've been focusing on a relationship that is not a relationship at all; merely a distraction from my search for the real deal. Perhaps an act of self-sabotage, perhaps a fear of committment, perhaps even a misguided attempt to prove to myself that a selfish man CAN love a selfish woman. I've tried that before...it doesn't work--I've learned that lesson.
I usually hate sermons. It's why I love Catholic Church, most of the time is spent on rituals that focus on repetition rather than a message. But this morning, sitting in that pew betweem my mom and her new husband I realized we never fully shake the yoke of faith instilled within us as children.
When all was said and I done, I believed because I was taught to believe. I listened as I was taught to listen. I will live as I was taught to live, despite the length of hiatus I take from that path--it is my path and I will tread upon it.
My particular boat is procrastination. I've been really slacking on those b-school apps. I've been skipping interviews which I should be grateful come my way. I've been sleeping till noon even on days I get to bed by midnight.
I've been focusing on a relationship that is not a relationship at all; merely a distraction from my search for the real deal. Perhaps an act of self-sabotage, perhaps a fear of committment, perhaps even a misguided attempt to prove to myself that a selfish man CAN love a selfish woman. I've tried that before...it doesn't work--I've learned that lesson.
I usually hate sermons. It's why I love Catholic Church, most of the time is spent on rituals that focus on repetition rather than a message. But this morning, sitting in that pew betweem my mom and her new husband I realized we never fully shake the yoke of faith instilled within us as children.
When all was said and I done, I believed because I was taught to believe. I listened as I was taught to listen. I will live as I was taught to live, despite the length of hiatus I take from that path--it is my path and I will tread upon it.
January 1, 2007
My Song: Mundian to Bach Ke-- Punjabi MC
Every time this tune comes on at a club--like all the other Indian kids--you will see me go completely crazy and break out the best of my Bhangra moves. Admittedly, my moves are pathetic at best, but let me tell you I "screw in the lightbulb" with a gusto you have never before seen.
Every time this tune comes on at a club--like all the other Indian kids--you will see me go completely crazy and break out the best of my Bhangra moves. Admittedly, my moves are pathetic at best, but let me tell you I "screw in the lightbulb" with a gusto you have never before seen.
Best Worst Movie Ever
I actually liked this song the first time I heard it at the end of Snakes on a Plane with Zayan this summer. As far as bad movies go, this is one of the best. Samuel L. Jackson's famous line, "I'm sick of these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane." This video has a hell of a hook!
I actually liked this song the first time I heard it at the end of Snakes on a Plane with Zayan this summer. As far as bad movies go, this is one of the best. Samuel L. Jackson's famous line, "I'm sick of these motherfucking snakes on this motherfucking plane." This video has a hell of a hook!
Hum Tum (Me and You)
Juggy D and Veronica came into my world with this song they did for the Bollywood movie Hum Tum starring Rani Mukherjee and Saif Ali Khan. Incidentally this is one of the first Hindi movies to incorporate cartoon characters into a regular feature presentation. I absolutely adore this song--the beats, the elements of bhangra, the melody--much of this video is filmed in Bombay which adds to its appeal.
Juggy D and Veronica came into my world with this song they did for the Bollywood movie Hum Tum starring Rani Mukherjee and Saif Ali Khan. Incidentally this is one of the first Hindi movies to incorporate cartoon characters into a regular feature presentation. I absolutely adore this song--the beats, the elements of bhangra, the melody--much of this video is filmed in Bombay which adds to its appeal.
Dick In a Box
Justin Timberlake gives new meaning to lowest common denominator. Tommy played me this video on Norman's insistence when I came home after spending Christmas with the family. I was going to send this to Irish but he'd seen it already and just as I suspected thought it was ridiculously funny. A part of me suspects this may very well be my Christmas gift...Ah boys!
Justin Timberlake gives new meaning to lowest common denominator. Tommy played me this video on Norman's insistence when I came home after spending Christmas with the family. I was going to send this to Irish but he'd seen it already and just as I suspected thought it was ridiculously funny. A part of me suspects this may very well be my Christmas gift...Ah boys!
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