Since the last time I wrote in this blog, I went on a Valentine's Day date, met 3 very beautiful women and cursed out my best friend for freaking out everytime she saw a corvette. And stare at Sash's tits. Sorry, I meant boobs.
Anyhow, January 2010 you probably remember me talking about a girl who I met at a show in the city that I liked that I referred to as Long Island Girl. I was nervous as hell because well, she actually liked me back and I'm sorry: I'm so oblivious to girls liking me I seldom if ever go out on dates. Long story short, we talk for a month and I managed to go on a date with her on Valentine's Day. (Awwwwww
). And I gave her a stuffed animal and a flower and a card that said "I really like you". (Awwwwwww ). And she kissed me after I gave her the items (Awwwwwww ) Then I took her to the Museum of Modern Art in the city and to the M&M store in Times Square (Awwwwwwwww ). And then went to her friend's fashion show and she left without telling me until she got to the train station (Awww....WHAT?!
)
Yea, she left, didn't say anything to me about where she was going until I get a text saying "Not feeling well, enjoy the rest of the show" or some bullshit like that.
Granted, I was at a fashion show with women in lingerie so I could have easily hit on any number of beautiful women there, but nooooooooo. I had to be all Kanye West and hunt her down (as so she described it.) I had a couple of cocktails in me so of course my judgement was screwed up because after consulting with my best guy friend and best girl friend, the verdict was I should have let her go and, what did Jay-Z say, On to the next one?
My new interest said "You know what? You wanted to make sure she was okay.
The hell with her!" Oh, how I adore her. Yes, two days before my V-Date from hell I hook up with a girl at my alma matter SUNY-Purchase. She is sooooo adorable it's awesome. Except she's in an open relationship with a guy, sleeping with a girl and who knows who else is in the picture. I, believe it or not don't give a shit. I'm just happy that #1, she responds to my texts, #2 we speak on the phone and #3 she 's me. No, I didn't say she loved me, I said she 's me. is different than love, am I right? 
Friday night rolls around (This past Friday) I decide I wanted to go into the city (Manhattan). I meet up with one of my very good lesbian friends (sorry, friend who happens to be a lesbian) and it was a group of about 10 of her friends who came out for this girl's birthday. I first get there, one of her friends is there, she looks like she's on this website. Beautiful, tattoed up, beautiful smile, curves for days. And she likes black guys! And I"m a dork and spend the whole night talking to everyone else BUT her and she flirted with me too. Eh! Whatever, the girl who's birthday it is, holy shit. She's beautiful, curvy, speaks fluent Italian and was actually born there AND she likes Bob Marley!
Except she has a boyfriend in Italy.
Aw well, On to the next one.
And my new interest from my alma matter loves to cuddle.
Anyhow, January 2010 you probably remember me talking about a girl who I met at a show in the city that I liked that I referred to as Long Island Girl. I was nervous as hell because well, she actually liked me back and I'm sorry: I'm so oblivious to girls liking me I seldom if ever go out on dates. Long story short, we talk for a month and I managed to go on a date with her on Valentine's Day. (Awwwwww
). And I gave her a stuffed animal and a flower and a card that said "I really like you". (Awwwwwww ). And she kissed me after I gave her the items (Awwwwwww ) Then I took her to the Museum of Modern Art in the city and to the M&M store in Times Square (Awwwwwwwww ). And then went to her friend's fashion show and she left without telling me until she got to the train station (Awww....WHAT?! ) Yea, she left, didn't say anything to me about where she was going until I get a text saying "Not feeling well, enjoy the rest of the show" or some bullshit like that.
Granted, I was at a fashion show with women in lingerie so I could have easily hit on any number of beautiful women there, but nooooooooo. I had to be all Kanye West and hunt her down (as so she described it.) I had a couple of cocktails in me so of course my judgement was screwed up because after consulting with my best guy friend and best girl friend, the verdict was I should have let her go and, what did Jay-Z say, On to the next one?My new interest said "You know what? You wanted to make sure she was okay.
The hell with her!" Oh, how I adore her. Yes, two days before my V-Date from hell I hook up with a girl at my alma matter SUNY-Purchase. She is sooooo adorable it's awesome. Except she's in an open relationship with a guy, sleeping with a girl and who knows who else is in the picture. I, believe it or not don't give a shit. I'm just happy that #1, she responds to my texts, #2 we speak on the phone and #3 she 's me. No, I didn't say she loved me, I said she 's me. is different than love, am I right? Friday night rolls around (This past Friday) I decide I wanted to go into the city (Manhattan). I meet up with one of my very good lesbian friends (sorry, friend who happens to be a lesbian) and it was a group of about 10 of her friends who came out for this girl's birthday. I first get there, one of her friends is there, she looks like she's on this website. Beautiful, tattoed up, beautiful smile, curves for days. And she likes black guys! And I"m a dork and spend the whole night talking to everyone else BUT her and she flirted with me too. Eh! Whatever, the girl who's birthday it is, holy shit.
She's beautiful, curvy, speaks fluent Italian and was actually born there AND she likes Bob Marley! Except she has a boyfriend in Italy.
Aw well, On to the next one.
And my new interest from my alma matter loves to cuddle.
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user2938756:
Thanks! 
user2938756:
I think that there can be a difference... but it's a new term, so not everyone's going to be adapted to it yet.