I met this guy at a local bar a while back. He was with another guy on what I think may or may not have been a date. I found out later that it wasn't a real date because they were not really interested in each other. But this guy, Rico, was interested in me. We found each other online a while after meeting face to face. We flirted somewhat but I never really felt a connection. I actually told him that I had thought the other guy was more my type. But Rico is an attractive guy.
He's really handsome, fit, and you would wonder why I would pass this up? What am I waiting for?
I would prefer to be romanced. Rather than just sexed up. It seems as though nowadays romance is dead and the only thing we have to offer one another is a quick roll in the hay. It is not fulfilling and it leaves much to the imagination. What is this? Where is it going? Am I worth it and is he?
I just don't understand why it can't be more simple. Why can't we check each other out in the DVD isle at Target. Keep crossing paths in the same sections at the grocery store, or both reach for the last copy of a movie at blockbuster and laugh? Where has passion and romance gone? It is just the men of Boston?
Today I was thinking about the fact that the men here just don't even try. I walked into Panera to grab a bagel sandwich (I was JUST in time it was 10:25) and saw this guy on his computer that had been there the week before. We obviously checked each other out the first time our eyes met but on this occasion I thought, "Okay, enough." It was time to put the pedal to the floor and make the wheels burn out. But nothing. He just sat there. He could have come up and introduced himself. He could have nodded for me to come his way. But nothing.
I can't help but think back to the ONE WEEKEND that I was in New York City. It makes me mad that in a place like NYC that is so overcrowded, oversaturated, and overdone that we can't just acknowledge that mindsets are portable. Let me map out my weekend in NYC for you...
Friday I arrived, met friends that walked me to my hotel. On the way I exchanged glances with this built black guy on his way to or from the gym. After making it obvious to one another after we passed he stopped about a block away and stood watching me. Had I not been with my friends I would have doubled back and we could have figured something out. That's ONE.
I had already been emailing back and forth with a bodybuilder that lived in Chelsea so that night I planned on meeting him. When I got off the subway I passed a guy that looks straight out of the abercrombie and fitch catalogue (i have no better description) and typically I am not attracted to these types, but it has primarily been because I have never considered myself to be in their leagues. He doubled back looking at me, with a huge smile, checking me out. That's TWO.
THREE was the bodybuilder that I had been emailing.
When I left his apartment it was night time. I walked around Chelsea listening to my ipod for a while before heading home. I walked past this beefy muscle guy and thought we checked each other out before he rounded the corner. I doubled back and walked past him while he was in line at the movie theatre. As I passed by he followed me, asked how i was doing and where I was staying. We walked around a bit but after talking to him I realized he was obnoxious and not worth any more of my time. Nonetheless that is FOUR. As we passed by the movie theatre on the way to the ATM (he assumed he would need money for a cab because he ASSUMED that I was taking him back to my hotel room, I gave no such impression). This other guy that was WAY MORE ripped up and built than this Number Four guy kept eyeing me down. I was sad that I had already taken up my time with number Four but when we got to the ATM soon enough FIVE came around the corner. Like I mentioned before he was so built. Seriously competition shape, huge, most girls would be turned off at how muscular he was, NOT ME. As four and I walked away from the ATM, Five lingered closely by waiting. Four asked if I wanted to grab a drink and I told him that I was not interested, he left. I walked up to Five and before I could speak he asked "where are you from?" We started up a conversation and walked around a bit, he said that he left his bag at the gym and asked if I wanted to walk with him to go get it. We headed that way. We exchanged numbers and he said that he would like to hang out again that weekend before I left but that he had to get home to let his dogs out.
Even though I only "corresponded" with number THREE I still felt a great sense of accomplishment after having 5 options in ONE DAY!
Saturday I made my way over to Chelsea to walk around some more. At this point I was mainly going for research because I was fascinated with this new way of life. I walked past a guy that was walking his dog. I noticed him checking me out and smiling from a block away. After we passed each other I looked back to find him and he was nowhere in sight. I walked back to see if he had headed down a sidestreet but could not find him. Soon enough he came out of a store and we started talking. This was number SIX. He said he was on his way to meet friends for lunch but that he would love to meet up later. We did not. but it was still number SIX.
I called number THREE and went over for afternoon delight. It came with a bonus because he mentioned that he had just bought a grill and would love to use it. He grilled salmon, shrimp, corn on the cobb, and made a nice organic salad with avocado. He also made his own balsamic vinegar. We corresponded once while he was making the salad and then again after dinner. We smoked a cigarette on his balcony and then I headed out. I had also been emailing with this guy that actually lived in San Francisco. He was in town for business but wanted to meet up for a drink. We met (after a long hour or so of me walking around trying to figure out the streets in NYC). It wasn't so much the streets that the bar I was looking for had closed a year before so it was not actually where it said it was, and in actuality did not even exist. Once we met, he was number SEVEN. We went to Gbar and Splash, I was not impressed with the crowds at either place. He mentioned that in August everyone was at Fire Island or the Cape. After he left for the night (that's a different story) I met number EIGHT. EIGHT is GREAT, but he was on drugs and even though he had a nice body I found him dancing on a speaker by 2AM taking his pants off. NOT ATTRACTIVE!
On the train ride home I noticed this guy with great arms sitting across from me. The city was scary so at the time I did not take chances. Had I known then what I know now, he would have been number NINE!.
On Sunday I met THREE for brunch. You can't knock a sure thing in the midst of such uncertainty! We parted ways and I walked the streets of Chelsea for one last time before heading to my friend's wedding.
At the airport on Monday (LaGuardia) I sat across from a handsome black man while I at a slice of pizza. He was number TEN. He followed me around the gift shop for a while after lunch and we made casual and flirtatious eyes with one another.
Number ELEVEN was this nice looking, handsome gay man that followed me into the bathroom before I boarded my plane to fly back to Charlotte.
Needless to say, ELEVEN opportunities in ONE WEEKEND ALONE! I don't understand why I cannot for the lift of me swing a date here.
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