palm trees in NYC

Kickball Joe meets Kickball Ho

Turns out, I’m a bit of a slut. That’s probably my favorite line from It’s Complicated. And judging by my actions last night, it’s a bit true.

I play kickball every Thursday night, which really means, I get wasted every Thursday night. It’s almost impossible not to be hungover on Fridays for me. Enter lots of beer, and I flirt, a lot.

I gave my number to Kickball Joe last week. We hung out, talked, he suggested we make out, I declined, and then we texted for the next few days. I really flirted with him because I wanted to make Mr. Emoto jealous. Yes, he too plays kickball. Two weeks ago, we flirted at the bar (this is after I soberly decided I was not attracted to him at all) and I held his hand. It’s no wonder he thought I was interested (which I wasn’t) and it became clear that he wasn’t into the situation. Last week, to prove just how not into him I was, I decided to flirt with Kickball Joe when he approached. The next day, by the way, Mr. Emoto namedropped his girlfriend, pretending he had already told me of her existence. Slut, nooo you didn’t! They’ve been dating for a month apparently. Just prior to casually mentioning his relationship status, he told me that I was supposed to be his cockblock when some annoying girl was talking to him at the bar. Really? Someone you dated recently is the most natural choice for your cockblock? I don’t think so. I actually yelled at him last night. Said annoying girl was flirting with him again, so I took the cues and said “Hey, how’s your girlfriend?” Annoying girl said to me “oh my god, thank you SO much. I really appreciate it.” See, Mr. Emoto, you just gotta be honest. Poor girl must have been so embarrassed. She left him alone after that.

Anyway, Kickball Joe found me at the bar last night. We went outside and around the corner to kiss. Am I 13? He then came back to my apartment with me, after making sure he would be able to use my bathroom if he walked me home. He came up, clothes came off, and I got no sleep. Advil is my savior. I’m aware it’s not always smart to drunkenly make out with people you don’t know very well, but there were some hilarious moments, chiefly that we kept reiterating that we like each other. I really think I’m 13.

One thing that annoyed me was he kept asking what I wanted to do, while he was on top of me. It really bothers me when guys do that. I’d rather they just test the waters, or ask if I’m down with something specific. I guess maybe it’s a turn on to hear girls explicitly say what they want… but, I’d still just rather not! 

Oh my, AND today Mr. Emoto gchatted me and said, “what about your night ;-) ;-) ;-)  grunt grunt grunt” to which I replied, “youre making grunting noises??” Emotiboy: yep! thats how boys talk when they talk about what you did last night.

After that, he threw in another smiley face, and I decided the conversation was over. I don’t know if it’s weird for anyone else, but I get kind of uncomfortable talking about my hook ups with someone I recently hooked up with… something MUST be wrong with me!

~R

gotham

this is a crazy city. i don’t want to be anywhere else, except on vacation. and this city really makes me need a vacation. it’s strange to love a place so much that you desperately need to escape it at a moment’s notice. sometimes it slaps you in the face when you least expect it, and other times it’s like a new puppy who sits in your lap and won’t let you go until you embrace it. oh, and i really want a puppy. but i feel bad saying that, because i love my dog at home. too bad he can’t come to the city.

it drives me crazy that my shift key doesn’t work. i hate not being able to type correctly— it’s some sort of maniacal semi-ocd quirk that bothers me to no end. i guess nobody would know this about me, but i’m a constant editor. i can’t read anything without editing in my mind. grammatical errors bother me to no end, even if i do make some myself from time to time. so the inner-editor in me is screaming that i can’t edit my own writing here. i need a new laptop, or at least a replacement shift key. I LIKE CAPITALS. 1111 yay

a new one

nevermind, apparently im not supposed to write about it— so your guesses as to what’s new are welcome

foodies

i think i am a wannabe foodie… if i had the money and the time, i would eat at any and every dining place in ny.

it’s a bit strange to me how this culture of foodies has evolved, as though there’s some fine and delicate line between enjoying restaurants, and being pretentious about your love of food. and most foodies aren’t even fat.