Committing to Jewelry

Yesterday, during a much needed brunch at Arte Pasta with my Gay Boyfriend (yes, he is back from Canada and isn't married yet) we were talking about boys and relationships. Were you surprised?

My Gay Boyfriend was talking about how happy and excited he was to have met someone so amazing, however, it is seeming to be a difficult transition. He was saying, just after we both watched a really cute guy walk down the street, that it is hard to really and truly commit to a person. You can really be in love, but if distance is involved in the relationship, it makes it that much trickier.

My Gay Boyfriend - "I just am not sure if I am ready to commit. I mean, I can commit. I have in the past. Things are different now and he is amazing, but it is just going to be difficult."

Me - "Look at your wrist. You have been wearing that bracelet every day for a year and a half. If you can commit to a bracelet for that long, you can commit to a boy!"

Long Pause...

Me - "I, on the other hand, have trouble committing to jewelry, so what does that say about me?"

As we burst into laughter, we see another really gorgeous guy walk by our brunch table. It might be impossible :)

The Fate Of The World

Just before I stepped out of my apartment today to go to brunch with my Gay Boyfriend at Arte Pasta, my Ex-Boyfriend texted me. I forgot that he had called me around 2:30 am and that I hadn't answered, thank goodness. His text message said that "The fate of the world" lies in me calling him back. So I called. I made sure to tell him that I was on my way out so he knew I didn't want to hang on the phone for very long. He asked me to go to a Killers concert. The fate of the world huh? I politely declined saying that the Killers weren't really my thing and that all of the other ladies knocking down his door for the tickets could gladly go.

Why on Earth, after over a year of being broken up, would he want me to go to a concert with him? Why would he think I would say yes? Ohh boys...If an ex doesn't talk to you for over a year, she most likely does not want to go to a concert with you. If you are going to ask her, be prepared to be let down.

Baby Daddy And The Lesbian

Saturday afternoon, I met up with Bar Boy at Jane, a cute little brunch spot on Houston Street. I hadn't seen or talked to Bar Boy in such a long time. He randomly called me out of the blue and asked to take me for lunch. Being hungry, I emphatically agreed. It was so nice catching up with him over flavored Champagne and Eggs Benedict that we decided to continue onto Felix.

Felix is known for their amazing Sunday afternoon Brazilian parties that get pretty wild, however, it seemed to be pretty calm on a Saturday afternoon. We both had the Mohitos (amazing!) and chatted for awhile. Bar Boy brought up the fact that he was ready to get serious and have kids. I almost fell off my bar stool! Why was he telling me this information? The last time we talked, I said to him that I was barely ready to commit to a boyfriend, much less think about little children running around. The terror must have read all over my face when he said "Yeah, I guess that look means that you don't want children at all." I couldn't believe I was having such a serious conversation with a person that I just wanted to catch up with.

Thankfully, one of the girls that were sitting next to me at the bar jumped in and introduced herself randomly. Normally, I might be annoyed at this but I was thanking God for her impeccable timing. After a couple of minutes it became apparent that she wasn't just being polite, she was hitting on me. At that point I questioned God's irony. What would I rather do, have a conversation about having children, or be hit on by a lesbian? I chose neither and excused myself to go to the restroom!

I Might Like A Boy

Last night, I went to the Thompson Hotel. My girlfriends and I just wanted to dance the night away and even though they were playing Michael Jackson, it just wasn't working. We ended up dancing anyway (even though there weren't many people dancing at all) and having a blast. Isn't it funny how a seemingly boring night can turn into so much fun?

Throughout the night, I was continually checking my phone. Normally, I do not check my phone that much since I barely have people calling me. However, I realized halfway through the night, that I was expecting a certain Meat Head to text message me. I hadn't asked him to or even mentioned to him about hanging out, however, I was waiting for him to contact me. Eventually, he did message me but then that brought up an entirely new concern for me...I might actually like a boy. I had been so elated when I saw that he had sent me a message!

It is barely possible that I have feelings for a person that I do not want to have feelings for. Example: Meat Head. He seems so nice, however, I don't want to be with anyone just to settle or be in a relationship. I am having so much fun on my own! I like him but why do I like him? I don't know. I must be really liking someone to be worrying about if they are going to ask me to hang out or not.

Thirsty Thursday

This Thursday night, I went out wearing my new Prada dress. I felt absolutely spectacular. My friend and I went to The Standard Hotel where we had a few drinks. My friend met a guy out that she had been in contact with on Match.com. I was a little nervous about being the wing-woman, however things worked out for the best.

The match guy and his friend met us and bought a round of drinks (that was their first good move). Then, I actually really enjoyed talking to Match's friend. We talked about marketing strategies and how he could better improve his business if he looked deeper into his customer. I was happy to have at least a little contribution to the conversation.

After The Standard, we went to Pastis. I had the most amazing dinner there. I has the Croque Monseiur which is a piece of bread, baked with ham and cheese. Amazing and to die for! I hadn't eaten all day and didn't want to seem like a pig, however, at one point I didn't care. I ate everything on my plate. It is funny how nervous some girls (Including me) get about really eating on a date. Just do it! Guys like girls who eat at least a little. They know that if the girl likes to eat well, then they will be fed well too.

A Girl's First Prada

Tonight, I had one of the most amazing nights ever. I got together with a few girlfriends (and a gay friend) where we met to receive some of the most fabulous clothes. One of my super fabulous friends continually updates her wardrobe. She graciously decided to pass off her "old" clothing to myself and another girlfriend. I strategically placed the word "old" in quotations because the items of clothing that she has given us are absolutely spectacular.

I received my first Prada dress (a few tops too) and I am so excited! Not only is the dress Prada and it fits like a glove but it is from a very amazing person. I will feel amazing wearing all of the clothes because of the friend that gave them to me. Hopefully she will know how much it means to me that she not only gave me the clothes off of her back but has helped me learn so much about the person that will be wearing the clothes - me.

I will be forever grateful.

PS) - Blogger, Prada is a word, spelled correctly, and should not come up on spell-check as incorrect. Please update your system and get with it.

Corporate Outfits Part Deux

Today, I dressed in a casual, yet appropriate, outfit for work. The seersucker pants that I wore were a little trickier than I expected them to be. I was very busy today and when I get busy, I don't make time to go to the bathroom. I wait until very last minute. However, 4 button pants are not conducive to quickly going to the bathroom. When you have to take the time to place the paper toilet seat cover down and dance around why you try to unbutton all 4 teeny tiny buttons on your pants, things get tricky - especially when you haven't gone to the restroom in over 6 hours and have had over 2 cups of coffee. Not a fun time :) I made it though!

Here are my cute "boat shoes" that go with those tricky seersucker pants...

Corporate Outfits

This afternoon I got to meet Terry Lundgren, the CEO and President of Macy's, Inc. At first I was really nervous not only due to whom I was meeting but because of what I was wearing. We were told to dress professionally and I thought I did until I walked into the conference room full of people wearing all black outfits. I, however, was wearing a white shift and a floral cardigan (with the great shoes below). When I walked in and noticed that I stood out, I was questioning my choice of "business attire" until I decided that everyone else looked boring!

Never be afraid to stand out from the crowd! It gets you noticed :)

The Economy According to Men's Undies

Alan Greenspan, the chairman of the Federal Reserve, thinks that the status of the American economy can be tracked by the sale of men's underwear (a.k.a. Manties - men's panties). I thought that this was hilarious and absolutely ridiculous when I first started reading the article, however, it actually seems to make sense.

The theory is that when the economy is bad, the first thing that men stop buying is underwear since no one sees them. When things pick up, it is the first thing that they stock up on (since their other ones are probably old and gross by then). Read the full, hilarious, article on The Cut. Thankfully, it is a sign of the times that Manty sales are trending upward. Hopefully Mr. Greenspan is right about something and maybe this recession won't last as long as we all originally thought. Maybe the guys just got sick of doing their laundry and decided to go out and get new ones? It could also be because of David Beckham :)

Guidos And Their Big Guns

This weekend, I went to a girls college reunion. My closest girlfriends from college all got together in Point Pleasant, New Jersey. Yes, I went to New Jersey (as I fondly refer to it: Dirty Jerz). Despite Hurricane Bill ruining our plans to sit on the beach all day and have drinks, we had a fabulous time. We just sat in the tiki bar having those drinks, instead of in the sand.

During our days and nights filled with fun adventures, I noticed quite the trend in the fabulous state of New Jersey - Guys with ridiculously big muscles. Do they spike the Jaeger bombs with steroids? In between our laughing at them and wondering how they really do get to be that disgustingly ripped, my girlfriend made a great point. She said that she really didn't understand how some women don't get that even though these guys have big muscles, that doesn't mean they are amazing people. While the opposite may also be true, she was valid in her thinking.

Why do we always think that because a guy is good looking or has huge "guns" that he will be a great catch. Yes, it is nice to have someone who takes pride in themselves, however, they may also have too much pride. We should look beyond the tanned and oiled biceps and try to see who that person really might be first. Does he use those well defined arms to open doors for old ladies or is he using them to slap a girl's ass that walks by? This was just a little something that I was thinking about as I sipped my Mai Tai's in the sun.