So, someone who shall remain nameless called her ex-boyfriend yesterday to inform him that he should never contact her again. It was an umpteenth attempt at closure. We'll see if it works. He was somewhat flabergasted and apologetic. The fact that this someone is still reeling from an email that he sent her three weeks ago was enough to push her to call him just to tell him not to reach out to her again. Now it's really over, I spose. Or I hope it is.
Then I went out to dinner with my friend Michelle and she was completely grossed out when she found a hair in her tabouli. I was preoccuppied with trying to figure out whether the flowers in the restaurant were fake. She told me her own love woes and I felt better.
Afterward, went to "an intimate drinking and eating room in Park Slope" called Beer Table. We took forever to order because we were so caught up in the adjectives used to describe the beers. Soapy, crunchy, a hint of spring, rambunctious, meaty, smoky -- Michelle, the vegan, was aghast and ordered nothing. Some of the brews were exorbitantly priced -- $95 for a bottle of beer? I don't think so. I like beer and know a thing or two about it but honestly this place intimidated me.
Michelle is excited because Feist is playing in Prospect Park this summer. Maybe I'll get tickets.
Friday, May 2, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Random tidbits
Went to lunch yesterday with two lovely people from the Taipei Economic and Cultural Office . We had delicious Chinese food in midtown and I learned about a sport they have there called "river tracing," where you wade in the clear water and hike a stream or a river to its origin. ... They've also got gorgeous, little-known islands in the south China Sea called the Penghu Archipelago. It looks beautiful and under the radar. I'm trying to scheme my way over there.
I also want to take a wild food and ecology tour through Central Park with "Wildman" Steve Brill who goes foraging for edible plants (sassafras, mustrard greens, mint, field garlic). According to his Web site, he was arrested in 1986 for eating a dandelion.
I also want to take a wild food and ecology tour through Central Park with "Wildman" Steve Brill who goes foraging for edible plants (sassafras, mustrard greens, mint, field garlic). According to his Web site, he was arrested in 1986 for eating a dandelion.
Friday, April 25, 2008
Since I had already eaten my sandwich at my desk by the time 11:30 rolled around, I decided to take a free tour of the Grand Central neighborhood 
with historian, and storyteller Justin Ferate.
Well, let me tell you, it may just be the city's best kept secret (though there were well over 50 tourists there). The mustachioed and bow-tied Ferate gave an energetic one man show with a Strand tote slung over his shoulder. He played everyone from Donald Trump to the Queen of England, regaling us with all sorts of deliciously improbable history. I couldn't stay for the whole thing and the tour hadn't even left its meeting point at the Whitney Museum sculpture garden when I had to leave about half an hour later. I kept thinking that my Dad would love it.
with historian, and storyteller Justin Ferate.
Well, let me tell you, it may just be the city's best kept secret (though there were well over 50 tourists there). The mustachioed and bow-tied Ferate gave an energetic one man show with a Strand tote slung over his shoulder. He played everyone from Donald Trump to the Queen of England, regaling us with all sorts of deliciously improbable history. I couldn't stay for the whole thing and the tour hadn't even left its meeting point at the Whitney Museum sculpture garden when I had to leave about half an hour later. I kept thinking that my Dad would love it.
The Date Nut is back
Holla! I'm back. And I want to marry the street vendor I've been buying coffee from every morning. I'm drawn to him not only for the caffeine, but because he is so unbelievably friendly and always comments on how nice the weather is. I can't believe he sits in that cart all day with stale donuts and sugar packets.
"You're always so cheerful in the morning," I told him today. Then I ordered a large with milk and two Splenda. He smiled.
He probably drinks coffee all day.
"You're always so cheerful in the morning," I told him today. Then I ordered a large with milk and two Splenda. He smiled.
He probably drinks coffee all day.
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Same Guy, Different Vespa
Hello again after a long hiatus! I have been a few dates since my last update. Most memorably: July, Is that a sweaty bike messenger or my date? June, a neuroscientist -- no date; a few emails were enough. And then, last night, a very pleasant surprise: A second date with Mormon on a Vespa nearly six months later.
He's still tall and handsome. His Vespa was stolen but he got a new one. We talked movies and camping and travel and drank Belgian beer. He told me about his food blog and his job at an immigration law firm.
That will have to be all for now, as I'm running out the door to New York for a bachelorette party tonight. Details tk.
He's still tall and handsome. His Vespa was stolen but he got a new one. We talked movies and camping and travel and drank Belgian beer. He told me about his food blog and his job at an immigration law firm.
That will have to be all for now, as I'm running out the door to New York for a bachelorette party tonight. Details tk.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Mormon on a Vespa
I'm a bad blogger, I know. I haven't updated. I really overdid it there for a while and am just now beginning to recover. But I'm back on the case, and I had a lovely date yesterday.
He is 6-foot-4, with lovely blue eyes, a Vespa and a smooth deep voice that carries traces of Montana. I've been waiting to meet someone that's a walking Hall & Oates song for a while now, and he comes pretty close. Very suave. The first thing I said to him was "Gosh, you're tall." He replied: "Didn't you read my specs?" I said it always feels different in person.
If I may toot my own horn, I had the brilliant date idea of going to the Chinese New Year Parade. While the parade wasn't very organized or spectacular, it made up for it in ambiance what it lacked in spectacle. We waded through the crowd to watch dancing puppets of each lunar year-- dogs, boars, rats and crocodiles. Turns out he's a tiger and I'm a ram. Go figure.
It was freezing, so we ducked inside a Vietnamese place and had pho, tea and spring rolls and talked. That's when i found out he grew up in Utah. His brother went on a mission to France, he mentioned in passing. It was odd because I had been reading that morning about Mitt Romney doing his Mormon mission in France and was puzzled. Why would the Mormons try to convert the French? Wouldn't they go somewhere where they'd actually have a shot? But blue eyes said they go everywhere.
Turns out he was raised Mormon but stopped going to church at age 16. Now he describes himself as "comfortably agnostic." I laughed because it reminded me of that Pink Floyd song "Comfortably Numb." He told me, at the risk of sounding "new-agey" that his religion was nature. I was sold. We talked about travel and school and food -- he's a foodie to reckon with, makes incredible stuffed grape leaves and is learning French cooking. I could get used to this.
He is very intelligent, currently in law school, said he originally wanted to get into human rights law but didn't know he would find civil litigation so interesting. Interesting? Civil litigation? Oh well. And I told him about my temp gig and my various prospects and interviews and we had a good time, even when our Vietnamese waitress kicked us to the curb prematurely because the place was so busy.
Outside it had started to snow, and the Chinese parade-goers had just lit a "five-story firecracker" suspended from a crane in the middle of the street. It crackled and smoked and dragons of different shapes and sizes danced around it. The snow made the whole scene look even prettier, like home-made confetti falling on the dragons and on people's hair and eyelashes.
After a little while he had to get going before the snow got too bad, since he had the Vespa and all. He said to get in touch if I wanted to hang out again. We hugged and I descended into the metro on the escalator, watching him, but he didn't look back. I e-mailed him this morning. I don't like playing games and having rules about when it's o.k. to make contact. That, and I really would like to see him again.
He is 6-foot-4, with lovely blue eyes, a Vespa and a smooth deep voice that carries traces of Montana. I've been waiting to meet someone that's a walking Hall & Oates song for a while now, and he comes pretty close. Very suave. The first thing I said to him was "Gosh, you're tall." He replied: "Didn't you read my specs?" I said it always feels different in person.
If I may toot my own horn, I had the brilliant date idea of going to the Chinese New Year Parade. While the parade wasn't very organized or spectacular, it made up for it in ambiance what it lacked in spectacle. We waded through the crowd to watch dancing puppets of each lunar year-- dogs, boars, rats and crocodiles. Turns out he's a tiger and I'm a ram. Go figure.
It was freezing, so we ducked inside a Vietnamese place and had pho, tea and spring rolls and talked. That's when i found out he grew up in Utah. His brother went on a mission to France, he mentioned in passing. It was odd because I had been reading that morning about Mitt Romney doing his Mormon mission in France and was puzzled. Why would the Mormons try to convert the French? Wouldn't they go somewhere where they'd actually have a shot? But blue eyes said they go everywhere.
Turns out he was raised Mormon but stopped going to church at age 16. Now he describes himself as "comfortably agnostic." I laughed because it reminded me of that Pink Floyd song "Comfortably Numb." He told me, at the risk of sounding "new-agey" that his religion was nature. I was sold. We talked about travel and school and food -- he's a foodie to reckon with, makes incredible stuffed grape leaves and is learning French cooking. I could get used to this.
He is very intelligent, currently in law school, said he originally wanted to get into human rights law but didn't know he would find civil litigation so interesting. Interesting? Civil litigation? Oh well. And I told him about my temp gig and my various prospects and interviews and we had a good time, even when our Vietnamese waitress kicked us to the curb prematurely because the place was so busy.
Outside it had started to snow, and the Chinese parade-goers had just lit a "five-story firecracker" suspended from a crane in the middle of the street. It crackled and smoked and dragons of different shapes and sizes danced around it. The snow made the whole scene look even prettier, like home-made confetti falling on the dragons and on people's hair and eyelashes.
After a little while he had to get going before the snow got too bad, since he had the Vespa and all. He said to get in touch if I wanted to hang out again. We hugged and I descended into the metro on the escalator, watching him, but he didn't look back. I e-mailed him this morning. I don't like playing games and having rules about when it's o.k. to make contact. That, and I really would like to see him again.
Saturday, February 3, 2007
Married Daters
Check out the Washington Post article about online dating. Turns out many of the men trolling the internet for ladies are married. Shocker!
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