I went to a pro soccer match w/ my friends. One of these friends happens to be friends w/ a swarthy spaniard. I tailgated with a dozen or more SPANIARDS. I was in heaven to say the least. After the game we went dancing and i got make out with a tall dark and handsome man to spanish music. I moved my hips and he was a good dancer and he finally went in for the kiss. Lots of kisses. I said, "besame mucho" - i knew it had something to do with kissing. So he starting kissing me a lot. Today i looked it up and it said, "kiss me a lot."
:)
I hope he kisses me a lot more. besame mucho mas.
I dunno if we will see each other again. I gave him my number, but that doesn't mean anything in this town.
But the dancing, him kissing my lips and collar bone and his hands in my hair -
it made me believe for a second that maybe someone, someday will like me again as much as i like them. maybe there will be a boy who likes me and wants to kiss my collar bone and dance with me mucho.
This is what happens when a Morroccan man takes your cellphone and puts his number in it. I do not remember name of said man. I do remember he was Morrocan. That is all.
AND APPARENTLY WE TALKED about my love for Tagines?
on Friday night i had spoken to my mother on the phone and
told her i was giving up on dating and that in order for me to ever be
asked out on a date again, I'd have to move. She told me i was wrong but
i didn't believe her. refused to.
i went to a friend's birthday party. I wore a chili pepper red colored mini skirt, black v-neck tshirt, my new brown leather jacket, lacey tights and my Florentine leather boots. i looked hot. I finished it off with red lipstick.
Saturday night as i was drinking an abita purple haze i saw a REAL man walk into the bar. He was not of the typical DC fare and i think that's why i thought he was so hot. He had a lumberjack beard, tousled hair (perhaps from his motorcycle helmet?), and i could see tattoos peeping out from his vintage leather sleeved jacket. He had thick silver rings on and was sitting at the bar with his friend. SO OF COURSE I SAT on the empty bar stool next to him. And ACCIDENTALLY brushed up against him when someone was trying to push me away to get to the bar.
We chatted very casually for 15 minutes and shared a shot of whiskey. he then said,
"Well, I'm about to leave with my friend here. I dunno if this is too forward or not, but I'd like to get your number."
WAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
the sexy man wanted my number.
He slid over a bar napkin and i wrote my digits down. And i got a text the next day :)
The second guy i met at the bar was equally charming, but not as intriguing or non-DC. He was a clean-cut all American male which i also like. He was funny, cute, and NOT GAY OR MARRIED. Lately dating in this city I run into two frequent roadblocks: Gay or Married.
The two men i gave my number to were neither MARRIED, GAY, or IN THEIR 40s!!!! BLESSED VIRGIN THANK YOU GOD.
The whole night was a small step for my confidence and a huge leap for my dating life.
i went to a local bar last night. Most of the entertainment came from the bearded bartenders. there were a bunch of comedians doing stand-up. Wow. that is like the hardest thing to do. I think that would be my personal hell. telling jokes to a dead audience.
This one guy kept on saying on stage and off stage that he was on SNL. And his set wasn't that funny.
I feel like being a comedian or musician is the same. You're either good or not and it's clear. And if you're not good you can fake it for a significant amount of time before someone calls you out. But i say, ride that fake train as long as you can, dear sir!
I saw today that his SNL guy has a wikipedia page. Are wikipedia pages going to become like the new status symbol? You've made it in life if you have your own wikipedia page? Will it be the new Facebook?
Accomplishments are in the eye of the beholder and sometimes, certain accomplishments are acknowledged by one and all.
It's weird how our online life defines us in our real life, whether we like that or not. When we die, will we be judged by a google search? Or if we had a Wikipedia entry?
Sometimes it seems more life is taking place online than in real life - like online dating. I've never done online dating but it seems like there is a whole WEIRD SICK WORLD going on out there with that. Maybe like 5% is wholesome and weird, but 95% of the stories i hear from my girlfriends are horrific. Maybe I'll try it in 6 months.
my favorite sort of night is when you have a glass of wine while putting your makeup on. but not too much wine, because you don't want to put on too much makeup.
you go out to your favorite bar. with your friends. and then other people show up that you don't know and you exchange names. everyone is friendly and talks and gets along.
everyone likes hearing what you choose to play on the jukebox. everyone likes motown so you play motown. everyone likes Sam Cooke.
you continue on with beer because that's what you started with, or you move on to whiskey. and moving onto whiskey is usually always a bad idea, but you chose to do so anyway. you are little older now, so you know to sip it and it won't be as bad as you know it could be.
everyone gets sick of the first bar and you go to another bar. the second bar is never as good as the first one, but you needed to leave the first bar. right now you couldn't say why you did if anyone asked you.
someone is restless like you and invited everyone back to there place. it is not yet 12am but everyone still wants to go back to someone's place. some of you go and some of you take cabs home together to make love, and some of you go home alone to watch a movie, eat drunkenly and bitch.
you go back to the house, because you are restless and still want to meet all these people and talk about their lives and talk about how they see the world. this all sounds better while holding a glass of wine. you sip that too though, because you want to enjoy every sip, every word that is coming out of this new person's lips.
the lights are lower in the room you all sit in. slowly, everyone goes off to bed, except for you and an attractive man. you stay up and talk. you exchange stories, know where he is from, what he did in high school with his friends - however nerdy, although you don't find it nerdy you find it endearing - who he is or who he is not in love with, his favorite drink, what he likes about women, what he hates about women.
he is fascinated by you and everything you say and you can tell he wants to kiss you. but you both don't do that because all this connection is too comfortable to mess up this late at night. so you fall asleep on the couch and the next morning you walk home and you see him in a month and you feel like he forgot about all of it, but you look at him like you didn't.
Friday night i went out with the HCMW (hawt canadian man whore) lawyer. We went to Union Market for some tasty sea morsels of raw oysters. I ordered the Cava, he got a beer i forget the name of now. Oh and we also hacked away at a glorious crabcake, crispy on all sides, laying on a beg of pretentious (in the best sense) slaw.
The HCMW went to Berlin last week and told me of his travels. He spoke of beer and beer and sausages and bread. and lots of art. and people with crazy hair styles who will be cooler than you no matter how hard you try. He also said the bars were all hole in the wall, divey places with dark dark lights and a band that would consist of violinist and bass - or pick any two other instruments.
After that we then went to a bunch of other fine H Street establishments. They have great bars on that street. They are the kind that you can hide away in and will not see anyone you know. They are a bit smoky, loud and secret.
At the Old Queen Vic we had the most beers. Mostly of the Scottish fare. Then the HCMW continued to romance me and i was done for. We've been dating since August, so the jig is up.
After our fun night we went to the Crafty Bastards Craft fair. I bought a beautiful print from an Asheville, NC's Marisol Spoon, http://marisolspoon.com/category.php?category_id=2 I got the "Librarian" one. So fitting. She is so cute. I can't wait to stick her in a frame.
The HCMW wears a St. Christopher necklace under his clothes, over his collarbone. He brought me back 3 huge bars of dark chocolate (70%+). He told me he wants to fatten me up so he won't have other men competing for my affections and he can have me all to himself. Ha! I thought that was very saucy to say.
Lawyer - he always plans amazing date nights, pays for everything, compliments me, is really funny and great conversation. and he is smart.
Hot Canadian Man Whore - We began as friends and now we make-out and kiss when we are together. As soon as he found out i was dating boys, be upped his game and now pays for everything. He calls me sweetie, hottie, and tells me to "stop being so sexy." He makes me blush all the time - yet i am friend zoning him b/c i know he does this with all his "girlfriends."
Hawt Ginge - I think i want to friend zone him, but he seems like the sweetest guy ever. We've only been out once but I can tell he is a good person. i just can't tell if i like him that way yet.
One of my BEST friends Jessica came to visit me in DC for the long weekend. We did SO much in the short time she was here!! Holy Moly.
A quick run down:
Friday: I brought Jes to Ping Pong Dim Sum. My favorite Dim Dum place in D.C. thus far. I'm sure there is a more authentic, cheaper place, but this place never fails to delight my senses. With the flavors, textures and beautiful presentation it's always a delectable time.
After Dim Sum we walked around, looking at the monuments at night.
Then, we headed over to my corner bar. The bar manager who has seen me there before bought me and Jes TWO rounds then asked me on a date. He seems to be a playa, and when i quipped this to him he said, "i truly do find you absolutely stunning." - oh my. ALSO - mind you this is the same bar i have gotten two dates at previously after going there in yoga clothes, no makeup. I'm CONVINCED this bar like releases pheromones in my body or something. CRAY-CRAY.
Saturday: We woke up, got breakfast at a cute french bakery next to Eastern Market, then went to Eastern Market. I bought a pack of organic lavender products a lady made and was selling and Jes got a stellar jade ring that matched her sea-foam green nail polish. Then we went to the American History museum - saw Julia Child's kitchen, the ORIGINAL star spangled banner (like the one the song was written about, AKA the one Francis Scott Key saw as he watched the battle), and Dorothy's red slippers.We then went to the Natural History Museum and after traipsing around we saw the Hope diamond and an IMAX film in which they played this song:
The film was "Ultimate Wave" with Kelly Slater surfing the ultimate wave in Tahiti.
Later that night we went to Alexandria for Eamonn's Chippery and PX Lounge Cocktail drinks. PX Lounge feels like an old Speakeasy. Kinda like being in "Midnight in Paris."
Sunday: We had brunch, walked ALL over Georgetown, went to Madam's Organ, danced to an amazing Blues band (Stacey Brooks) and sang some Karaoke.
Monday: We went to the National Portrait gallery and then went to Teaism for really good zen food.
My Friday Date consisted of amazing imbibing at PX Lounge.
Crispy, succulent Fish'n'Chip fare at Eamonn's Chippery!
This was our Cab ride into DC from Alexandria
And finally we ended the night dancing to WHITE FORD BRONCO at Town Tavern. Awesome 90s cover band!!! Can you say mash-up of "All for you" and "Run-around"?!
We also danced and made-out sporadically to:
I touch myself
Let's give them something to talk about
Genie in a bottle
Get what you give
Last Tuesday I went to yoga, then I went to one of my favorite hood bars. Then i got asked out on a date.
Last Thursday I went to yoga, then I went to one of my favorite hood bars. Then i got asked out on a date.
I had no makeup on either time and may have been sweaty smelling.
I guess yoga gives me a crazy-blissed out face which the opposite sex likes. Also, my theory i am probably happier, not stressed, and more open to my outside surroundings after my practice.
my new yoga studio is fab. i have had two classes and i liked both teachers who taught. I'm getting my Ommm on - even if my arms, legs, and ass hurts!!! i feel like Stretch Armstrong. I guess my running doesn't really stretch me out, it just enables me to eat whatever the fuck I want and not get fat. But Yoga is amazing!!! Every time i leave a class i feel great, not only in my body, but my mind & soul (as cliche as that is) as well.
This week i got a free cupcake from the local convenient store (who is hosting a block party in my hood this Saturday) and two free shots and a beer from my corner bar because i have befriended the hawt ginge bartender, G.
I LOVE MY NEIGHBORHOOD.
people are genuinely friendly in D.C.
I HAVE ALSO BEEN ASKED OUT ON TWO DATES IN ONE WEEK.
one on Friday and one on Sunday!!!
\AS SOON AS I BEGAN NOT GIVING A FUCK ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX, THEY NOTICED ME.
On Friday I am going with the Lawyer to Eamon's Chippery, PX Lounge and then to a 90s cover band.
On Sunday I am hanging out with the sexy frenchie - we are going to re-build my bike , observe the epic sounding Meridian hill park drum circle and a BBQ party.
In Conclusion...
TONIGHT AT THE BAR THERE WAS AN IMPROMPTU MARCHING BAND performance.
that is all that needs to be said.
Last night I met a very cute Nigerian-American guitarist at my corner bar. I'm hoping he will guide me thru the music scene here and give me good advice on how to get on a stage!!!
