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FireFighters of NYC. Do We Love FDNY or Hate ’em?

21 Jul

You love them because they save you and let’s be honest…typically have really great arms and look really good, but you hate them because these are the guys that try to pick you up and sleep with you at any bar close to Grand Central or any firehouse in Manhattan. I happen to live near Grand Central and cops and firefighters from Queens and Brooklyn love to come to my neighborhood bars. This is one of the main reasons I avoid going out in my neighborhood because the chances of me meeting another Manhattanite in these places are next to zero. I want to date someone who lives somewhat close, not a 40 or 60 min train ride away.

It’s a fact that Cops and Firefighters for some reason are attracted to me. I was with a Navy man for many, many years and I don’t want or wish to be with any man that regularly puts his life on the line and/or in general is a meat head. I know that might sound like BS, but that’s my take on service men of any kind. No military, no cops, no firefighters, no FBI! While we are at it, no security officers or bouncers either lol.  Just save yourself the misery and say NO!

What prompted me to write this post is that I met a really HOT firefighter on Saturday night. I was walking home from Grand Central stone cold sober at 11pm. This isn’t the first FDNY service member that has tried to get my attention, but J.H was definitely the slickest. This mother bleeper was on his phone walking in my direction and we glanced at each other. He then literally bee-lined over to me and asked me if I knew where McFadden’s was? Slick!

I removed my headphones and asked him to repeat the question as I eyeballed him. He asked again while keeping the phone caller on hold. He then asks me to join him to meet some friends at a champagne lounge and hangs up on whoever he was talking to without saying goodbye.  I politely decline. I was going home. I thought I looked like crap and just wasn’t in the mood. He asks if he can take a picture with me and I agreed. This isn’t the first time a drunk guy has asked to take a picture with me in the street, but he was HOT, so I made an exception. He takes 2 pictures of us and once I look at the picture I saw just how HOT he really was. Smokin’! Literally this firefighter had to put my flames out! 

The more this guy is ranting on and asking to take me out I start really listening to him and watching his body language. I realize not only is this guy HOT, but he’s smart and witty too! At this very moment It dawns on me that I’m in trouble and tell myself “What the hell go with him”. Yikes!  

J.H. made me feel like he was mesmerized by me and this engaged me. Slick, slick! So I suggest going to McFaddens,  for one drink and he then admits he had just came from there. Lying Mother F’er!

Walking together J.H. immiediately tries to hold my hand. RED ALERT #1 Trying to establish intimacy prematurely = I’m in a rush to touch you = Nothing more than a Hook up! I laughingly ask “are you trying to hold my hand”, shaking his hand away from mine. He replies “Yeah, I figure we are at that stage. Don’t you think?” I told him “No, I don’t think we are at that stage. I just met you 5 mins ago.” He must’ve tried grabbing my hand at least 5 times on the short 2 block walk to McFaddens. Ridiculous!

There’s a crazy line at McFadden’s, so we go to Calico Jacks next door. The clientele that usually frequents these kind of establishments off 2nd Ave. are referred to as BNT’ers. Which stands for Bridge N Tunnel’ers. Meaning they don’t live in the city, but travel by bridge or tunnel to get into the city. They are typically working class and young. These two spots are conveniently located near Grand Central and are easily accessible for our friendly BNT’ers.

They waive the cover for us as soon as I walk up. I guess guys that try to go in on their own get charged $5. The place is disgusting. Trashy even, but whatever it was on the way home for me and this guy was fun to look at. He grabs my hand yet again and waves me through a crowd of people up steps to a private corner where there are chairs. Now, this is really frickin’ random for me! I don’t usually meet people in the street and hang out with them, but he was an exception. College educated, smart, sexy, funny, great ass, nice chest and arms, confident, and seemingly sincere.

He didn’t offer to buy me a drink right away which I thought was weird, but instead wanted to thumb wrestle me. At the time I thought it was cute until yesterday when I read an article in Glamour that said “play hand games to flirt like thumb wrestling”. J.H clearly had read this same article. Worst part was that I fell for it! I thought he was boyish cute, but a sexy man at the same time. Double whammy for me!

I finally say I need a drink and we both go to the bar and he offers to pay for it. Nice! At this point I’m noticing he doesn’t look once to check out any other girls. Points in my book! But I think most guys and all players know eyeballing all the meat around won’t get you any tail and they adjust accordingly depending upon if there is prey in sight.

We sit at the bar for a little bit and I just couldn’t help myself so I start touching his shoulders and arms and smiling. He smiled back, but was fumbling with his beer and maybe even dribbling a little and was clearly drunk, not teetering drunk, but drunk. Nevertheless, it was such a turnoff. He only drank 1 beer the entire 5+ hours we were together, so he must’ve sobered up at some point.

Internal Dialogue with myself: He’s so cute! But he’s a FireFighter. But look at his ass! OMG he has a great profile. He’s cheap, he only bought me one drink! Why does he keep saying such cute and funny things? I so want to see him naked!  He lives in Queens, Ick! OMG what am I doing here?

We finally sit back down in our corner and then he starts staring at me and leaning towards me. This immediately makes me feel uncomfortable as I don’t kiss people I just meet or don’t know and he fell into both those categories. I say jokingly, but meant it “Don’t stare at me and get close like that I know what it means and I don’t even kiss guys on a first date and this isn’t a date”. He laughs and decides to make a joke out of it and tries to get as close to my lips without touching them. Once he starts this game it’s like he won’t stop. I thought it was a game at first as well until I realized it was just J.H being slick and was part of his game, not a game. He’s totally seducing me with this game in a bar full of people and I HATE PDAs! He’s stroking my hair and the sides of my face, but no kiss. This goes on for like an hour it seems. He says “this sexual tension is killing me, but it’s awesome.” In my head I’m thinking what the F is going on here, but am so wanting him it scares and excites me at the same time.

I start to feel dominated by this game and got really bitchy and tell him he’s making me feel uncomfortable. I could tell he felt uncomfortable too by what I was saying and it made me feel good. I was trying to put him in his place, but it didn’t work because my actions didn’t back it up. RED ALERT #2 rushing physicality = disrespecting boundaries. I should’ve bailed at this moment, but I stayed. The pretend kissing game went on longer and I had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom. I couldn’t take it anymore. I took a long time on purpose and he was still out there waiting for me when I got back. Uh oh!

It has to be close to 1am at this point. He pulls me close to him up against a wall and with our bodies pressing up against each other and his lips just barely touching mine I gave in to the kiss. It was so soft, sweet, and passionate. I think I was practically hyperventilating from the nerves. My heart was beating so fast and I’m sure he could feel it through my chest. There was serious chemistry! It was definitely the best stranger kiss I’ve ever had. See my other posts…there are a lot of really bad kissers out there.

We make out against that wall for a good while, but the whole time I’m incredibly uncomfortable. It was all so soft, sweet and gentle, but I don’t like being a spectacle for other people and just find bar/club hookups to be tacky. Although I’ve been guilty of it at least 3 times this month. Eeeek! At some point J.H. decides he’s had enough and doesn’t say anything to me just takes my hand and brings me to the bar to close my tab. RED  ALERT # 3 Any guy taking on too much control is not a good thing. This guy thought he’d end the night early and take the party back to my place. Did he ask me? NO!

I close my tab and we start walking to my block and I say I guess it’s time for me to go home now. We get to my street and he’s not letting me go that easy. It’s around 2am by now. He wants me to sit on the floor next to him. Ugh. I don’t sit on street corners! I bring him to the next building over and we sit on a ledge for 2 more hours and make out PG-13 style and talk. I tell him I don’t bring guys up to my apt that I don’t know. He’s still sitting next to me. WTF? He says he wants to take me out on Tuesday and I tell him I’m going to MOMA and he’s like “what’s that?” Bad news, guy…it’s a museum and I’m pretty sure everyone knows that. Strike! He said “Then Wednesday let’s go out.” He says he wants to see me as soon as possible. RED ALERT #4 Future Faking

“Future Fakers make it seem like there’s an actual future on the horizon for your relationship because aside from helping them get what they want in the present, they get to look and feel like they’re an amazing person…till they worry about delivering the goods…” – Natalie Lue, Baggage Reclaim (She’s awesome! Met her in person a few months ago, here in NYC)

I felt bad trying to get rid of this guy considering he had an hour+ commute ahead of him, but I just couldn’t stop thinking that I loved the attention and would have loved to see him naked. I give him my number and I add him as a friend on Facebook so we can get in touch. He lies to me and tells me he’s 25, while later Facebook stalking I find out he’s 28. What gives? He tells me he’s never been in relationships long enough to cheat. But says he’s only had 3 significant relationships in his life that all lasted about a month! RED ALERT#5  Lack of committment = Playa fo’ sho’. I should’ve wrapped things up real quick after this point, but still couldn’t tear myself away from J.H.

FDNY Douche

FDNY Douche!

As 4:30am rolls around I tell him I really have to go and so does he to get back home safely. He’s too cheap to pay for $60 car service.  RED ALERT #6 Cheap Guy! This guy will never buy you anything or take you out, so it’s a waste of time anyway. Scram already! I finally leave him with a kiss on the cheek and don’t look back.

I wake up at 12pm the next day and see that he’s already accepted my friend request from the previous night. I block certain albums I don’t want him seeing in haste and lightly stalk his profile. Nothing good there, no pics and not many friends. I wait for his call. Sunday goes by, Monday goes by, Tuesday goes by, Wednesday is here. I think he has to call, but I hope he doesn’t because of other guy drama I have and it would just be trouble for me if I get mixed up with him. But I still want to get mixed up with him anyway.

Late that night I notice that I had one less friend on Facebook then I had the day before and I instantly check for J.H in my friends list. He isn’t there! That c*ck sucker defriended me! WTF! Did my pics make me look too high maintenance? Was I not pretty enough? Did he think I was fat?

It didn’t matter. I chose to believe I was too high maintenance for him and honestly it would be easier for him to score with any girl other then me. I’m a relationship girl. I like guys that take their time with me and treat me right and I made that clear to him. I wonder why he accepted my friend request in the first place? Why go through that just to defriend someone? People are weird!

I realized how lucky I am that I didn’t share more of myself with this creep. What I had with J.H. might have been rare for me and special in a weird way, but was a typical night for him. I’m sure he meets tons of girls the way he met me, but luckily for me our escapade ended with a kiss. Grant it I won’t be young or have guys chasing me forever, but one night stands are gross and never lead to happiness unless you are totally disconnected from your body and emotions.

If a guy is really into you he will definitely take his time with you and not rush you into anything even if you do meet him at a bar/club/lounge or in the street. I’m calling on all the ladies to demand more from guys. If we all took a stand and got smart, guys like J.H would be left playing circle jerk, as they should be doing.

In short, I heart FDNY for the service they give to our community and they are fun to look at, but some things are better off loving from afar 😉 .

Adios J.H.! Kiss my blog! lol

Online Dating at it’s Best

10 Jun

I don’t know if many of you have experience in the world of online dating, but I just had my first “real” taste of it and I’d like to share my experience with you all . The two sites used were match.com and plentyoffish.com (POF).

**Stay tuned for updates**

For starters, let me just say that I am a fit, educated, attractive, professional young lady in my early 30s. Given the nature of my newly single status I decided to go man shopping online. In general I have found that there are more educated higher earning men on match.com as opposed to POF, but still put a good effort into both sites. It’s also important to note that match.com provides income range information, where as POF doesn’t.

Let’s all be honest girls… we all care what a guy makes and how he makes it. We don’t want to make more then them and have to be a sugar momma and also we want to know they mean business. Meaning, if things progress with anyone you meet they could potentially be an equal partner and help build a family with you if desired.

I sent about a good 90 plus winks a day on match.com, yet it’s much more difficult to get a dialogue going with men here for some reason.  Match.com will actually block any further attempts to wink if you send approx 97 winks.  Pretty funny! In comparison, on POF my first week, I think I had email dialogue with at least 10 men (40 or so emails that I didn’t respond to), chat with 15 guys and texting with at least 4 guys that I was genuinely interested in. At this point I’m thinking POF is the way to go from a shear numbers perspective.

I let several weeks go by out of fear from meeting any of the POF guys and disappointment from the lack of interest being displayed on the better educated, higher earning men on match.com.

I come back in full affect by week 4 and get really liberal with giving out my number on POF where I’ve had the most success. MISTAKE!! I’ll get into it later. To the point where I get 2 different “Rob’s” from POF confused. Eeekkkk!

A few guys never called from POF for some reason. Some guys didn’t even want to talk on the phone they just wanted to meet up after sending 4 emails back and forth in one day. I almost went on one of these quick dates without talking on the phone until I requested a phone call for safety precautions. I highly recommend you ladies do the same. You never know!

1. ROB  from Queens, NY that works in Media–  POF (Coincidentally, saw he has a profile on match too)

This guy had the typical trampy looking girl next to him in a couple of pics and had a couple of sunglasses pics. **Read below on what pics not to post on your profile if you are a guy**If you are a normal guy….DON’T DO THIS! In fact no pictures should be allowed wearing sunglasses on dating sites. You can’t see what the frickin’ person looks like.

ROB sent well written emails with correct punctuation to me back and forth about 4 times then wanted to meet at a local Midtown East pub called O’Casey’s* later on that night. Just to be safe I go get a blowout and a haircut to make sure I looked great for this possible 1st POF date. I asked him for a simple phone call before hand to confirm with hours of advance notice. THE GUY NEVER CALLED…even after an attempt to chat with him. I sent him an email 10 mins after we were supposed to meet saying “I don’t know what’s going on? You never called”. He responds 5 mins later saying “Ugggghh! We aren’t meeting now” and that was it. It was his fault and he let his ego get in the way and I wasted a blow out. Well not really I had 3 other dates lined up 🙂 1st POF date a bust!

2. ROB from Westchester, NY works in Film–  POF

This guy had a couple of fuzzy pics, but he looked like a good, tall, and attractive Italian boy. Just the kind I like. We send 2 emails back and forth and I give him my number. He calls me while I’m waiting for ROB 1 to call me and I get them confused. I feel really bad as the good girl vibe is typically my angle. This was fouled up from the beginning on my part. That changed REAL QUICK when he starts playfully making fun of me saying that I’m a player. I’m like “no really I haven’t met anyone…you are like the first person I talked to”, which was true. I’m ok with being called a player, but when he starts talking about his PSYCHO EX that was also a player for about 15 mins…I quickly learned I’m in DANGER ZONE. Yes, it’s true it was my fault I didn’t have an exit strategy, but I’m new at this and it’s why I’m writing in this blog, so all of you can learn from my mistakes. I let the conversation continue and ROB proceeded to ask me how much I weighed? I was like what the hizell? I told him my weight then he started telling me about the various sized women he’s dated. Then he asked me if I wear thongs …this is where it got UGLY! I’m gripping the phone so tight and just keep saying “ROB why are you asking me this?” I’m not going to go there.” Then he starts telling me how turned on he is and if I’ve ever had PHONE SEX. Ahhh right here I realize I’m in ONLINE DATING HELLL! Some how I keep changing the topic and then finally get off the phone. He calls me 30 minutes later really intense with the phone sex and I tell him I’m going to have to let him go so he can take care of himself because I don’t want any part of what he’s doing. Then he flips out and tells me I’m a “typical POF girl that has baggage”???? Why because I don’t want phone sex??? Unreal. Watch out for these types lady…they do exist. Even if they are wearing suits in their pictures, are handsome and clean cut.


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3. JEREMY from Astoria Queens, NY works as a bank manager —-POF

Jeremy is an Irish 6’5 tall, 36 year old well built man, but actually looked more like 42 in person. Wrinkles! We send a few emails back and forth and he asks me to meet up later on during the same day. I ask him for a phone call and he calls. Great, we agree to meet at a somewhat divey bar on the UES called Bar Coastal*. I’m there early waiting at this crowded bar and he shows up. He’s not repulsive. He’s fit. He’s just a total spaz. I guess he was nervous. I think he chugged 4 beers in 45 mins and occasionally missed his mouth while drinking…oh brother! After 45 mins, he starts rubbing my hand and motioning for me to put my arm around his…WHAT? This guy is moving REAL FAST! I mean there was a lot of hand rubbing. There can be too much hand rubbing. He buys me 2 drinks and a basket of popcorn shrimp. Modest, but really nice and sweet. He however orders spicy chicken tenders with wing sauce. Not typical date food. He broke out into a drenching facial sweat while eating them and had a perpetually running nose. I thought to myself…”so not a good look man”. Gross! I did plan on an exit strategy for this date, because date #4 was right around the corner. I told him my friends were meeting me for a movie at Kips bay and that they were already on their way. He tried to get me to cancel with no success. He pays the tab like a gentlemen and I thank him up and down. It wasn’t terrible at this point. Especially when we walked out he held my hand as we walked to 2nd ave and he was sooo tall that it was attractive. I’m 5’5 and he’s 6’5, so he just seemed like a gentle giant.  It all came crashing down hill when he put me in my cab and shoved his tongue in my mouth….GROSS! There was practically no lip contact…just tongue. Done over! I’m disgusted…hoping date 4 goes so much better.

4. LEONARDO from Huntington Long Island, NY works as a DayTrader — POF

Nice tall latin guy, from a good background. Unfortunately found out he’s 30 and still lives at home with his parents during an online chat. _____The sound of my face hitting the floor!!!!! This is a no go, but I decide I still need practice. Still not sure if this was stupid of me, but leaning on the yes…stupid side. Feel free to comment. I know he’s not fit for long term, but still decide to meet up with him. Initially we emailed a few times, then went to chat very quickly. He asks to call me and we talk for like an hour. They guy doesn’t want to let me go and it’s late, but whatever. We tentatively agree to either do a Sunday brunch party or do a dinner. I’m a bit of a “good” party girl. I like to dance and have fun, whatever, so this was more appealing to me then the dive bar. As JEREMY leaves me in my cab I call LEONARDO to find out where we are meeting. We agree on Nikki Beach Midtown*. I walk in and see him by the bar…darn he’s not as cute as his pics. Ugggghhhh! Forget that though the place is fist pumping guido central! Did I mention I like Italian guys :). They all seemed to be here from Brooklyn and Long Island tonight. Maybe not solid long term potential, but fun to look at to say the least. I’m finding it difficult to keep paying attention to LEONARDO, but he buys me 2 drinks like a gentleman and I thank him many times. The WEIRD part is this kind of turned into a group date as he had about 3 friends with him, that knew another 10 people there. I was like what’s going on here? Who are all of these people? One of the guys, that turns out to be LEONARDO’s cousin, comes up to me and starts stroking my cheek and saying “man you met her on POF? That’s a GOOD HIT man!” I was like “good hit”?? What the hell does that mean? I assumed it was some kind of twisted compliment, but still really wierd. Eventually LEONARDO asks me if we want to go to dinner on our own or go with his friends…I’m not really feeling him so I say yes to the group thing. STUPID!!!! We get in his Crooklyn-esq friend’s 750 BMW, don’t ask how he got it and proceed on to Wolfgang Pucks*. I’ve been here before for happy hour and it has top notch food, so I’m excited. The 4 of us are seated. The cousin and the driver start shoving bread n butter sammich’s in there mouths like they were on death row. It’s ridiculously comical! I order just an appetizer to stay modest with a water. That’s it. Meanwhile these guys order like kings. They were all so unpolished and lacking manners it was kind of hard to stomach, but I was laughing at the scene in my head. THEN…I see all of them texting at a point and the cousin to my right saying over the table to LEONARDO “yeah man it’s a good hit go for it”. I interrupt them and say “guys I’m sitting right here I know you are talking about me” and then they get all apologetic and say “oh no it’s a good thing, don’t worry about it”. At this point I want to go home and I wait 20mis and ask him how he’s going to get home. There was a pause….I think this “bro” thought he was going to shack up with me. Grant it, it was late…like 11pm or something, but HELLS NO! So they guys get the bill I offer 40 bucks which was way too much, but I didn’t have change and they didn’t take it, which was nice, but I only ordered 1 crab cake. We leave the place and the guys hop in the car and leave me in the dust to catch a cab. NOT COOL! At least put me in one. IDIOT! He texts me later on that night to make sure I’m ok and has since texted me several other times, but Ehhh! Now looking back after date 5 he’s not looking so bad. Now on to 5. Brian from match…

5. Brian from Manhattan Via Miami but from Rochester, NY owns a Government Consulting Company– Match

This guy was the wild card. He’s only 28, but spoke like he was 35, tall, Irish and Italian. Had high end taste and looked kinda cute from his pics. I was excited. He was actually the first non-whacko that reached out on Chat through Match, so I accepted and we did chat for like an hour then I gave him my number and we spoke for another hour. Funny thing was that during our chat I accidentally hit the “block” button and it took me a minute to figure out how to unblock him. I could see him typing, but nothing would come up. So I write, “I’m typing can you see my messages? Something is wrong here. I think I blocked you by accident.” I go to my messages area to write him an email and there are 4 emails telling me what a Pyscho I am for coming up with that story and what a bit$h I was. WOW! This guy just called me a bit$h and I just barely gave him my name. Not looking good!  I think the error I’ve repeated over and over again is giving my number out too quickly. The reason why I do this though is to move the process along faster of meeting the guys to avoid unnecessary build up, but I think I should take a slower approach to save myself some headaches and time. BRIAN proceeds to text me the following day and gives me the impression he is HIGH MAINTENANCE. Not one text, but like 25. I told him I had an errand to run and needed to go and he was dissapointed…man…lay off it already! We originally make plans to meet on Sunday afternoon, but he doesn’t get back to me till 6pm. I’m in the throws of JEREMY HELL and on my way to LEONARDO HELL, so I’m maxed out. We end up having to reschedule for Monday night. We decide to meet at 6:30 inside Grand Central Station. It was a little disorganized and a bad idea in the first place. It’s rush hour with maniacs and homeless people everywhere and you want to meet there? Ok…if we can avoid getting run over by the stampedes of people fine. We finally meet and he’s dressed very sharply, but I’m taken a bit back by his bad breath, black tooth (thought it was spinach at first) and his baldness! Man should’ve know from all the profile pics with hats in them! As we walk out of Grand Central it’s apparent he’s very Miami and pushes me out of the way so he can walk on the side of the walkway that faces the street (to protect the girl if a car comes up on the sidewalk…stupid, I know). He opens every door as I walk through and I loved that. He was very courteous and gentlemanly. I suggest we go get coffee at Crumbs* which is literally right out the door. To his point, there was a homeless man standing directly inside seemingly perched on the stairs, so we opted for somewhere else. He says “I know…I have drink vouchers (also know as coupons) for the Waldorf-Astoria* that I’ll never use if we don’t use them now. Let’s go back to my office and get them. I’m like ok. Kinda exciting, because I’ve never been to the Waldorf-Astoria for drinks before. So we go to his office and I wait in the lobby. It’s a nice modern renovated or new building. I wait for like 10 mins and he shows back up. No bag or jacket or anything. We walk over to the Waldorf-Astoria and go to the bar. On the walk over I couldn’t help but notice his weird body type or body language. Chest puffed out and feet pointed out side-ward  when walking. It was a definite negative, but we were at the Waldorf-Astoria, so who cared for now. We sit down and he asks me if I’m a people watcher. Which I’ll admit I do sometimes do, but what he liked to do was stare at every person in the room and criticize them. It was actually kind of mean. No one was safe from his criticism. He would interrupt me to make comments about people. No go! Then he starts rubbing my hand…I immediately think…what the hell is up with the hand rubbing, get the F off me! I smile and try to keep my hands occupied by eating nuts and holding my drink. He says he’s having such a good time that we should get dinner. I suggest that we just take it slow. He’s like nonsense. Let’s go get something to eat. We only order one drink each and he pays for the bill with his voucher a.k.a coupon. Then, he masterfully asks if I can get the tip since he has no cash on him.  I paid it willingly. I took my wallet out and asked for change and I noticed him looking at my wallet and he commented on my various credit cards. NOTE* At this point he also took out his wallet and it was filled with cards of all kinds I didn’t look specifically to avoid being rude, but it was a HUGE wallet* If a guy doesn’t come prepared enough to have cash on a first date then it’s a problem. This should have been a red flag to me, but now I know. This is a no go!  A guy should pay for everything on the first date. I don’t care how much money he thinks he has, whether or not he has a boat,  or how many super models have stolen from him in the past. I’m an IDIOT though and I hope you learn from my mistakes because it gets a lot worse for me.

Now on to dinner. We wait in the lobby of the Waldorf-Astoria and brain storm some possible dinner spots. He suggests Phillipe and Tao. We opt for Tao* for the more youthful hip vibe. We hop in a cab and it takes 5 mins to get there. He pays for the cab fare with his cc and I thank him. I’m fumbling with my purse and he’s waiting for me to get out of the cab first and says “After you”. Very polite! So we get out, he loses his balance, shuts the door and we proceed into the restaurant. He can’t stop talking about everyone else once we get inside. It’s awful, but the place is amazing visually. I can’t believe I had never been there before. We get seated shortly after upstairs, so we get a great view for his people watching. He chooses our appetizers, which was annoying. I don’t like for anyone to order for me. Ask me what I want jerk! He orders crab cake and pork rolls. He orders a main entree that’s about 30.00 and mine is 36.00. Pretty expensive. We each order one drink. Then we get dessert which he recommends. After dessert he starts fumbling around and acting nervous. He says “I can’t find my card, where’s my card?” He looked a bit neurotic! I saw him looking in his pockets, but I noticed that he never once pulled out his wallet, which I thought was weird. Who only has one credit card? I know I don’t have just one. So he then says “I must’ve left it in the cab on the way here. Did I fumble getting out of the cab? Do you think you can get this? Can you afford it?” pointing in the direction of the bill. It dawned on me at that moment, that I was TOTALLY PUNKED in the worst way. I was going to have to pay for this mother f’er that I didn’t even like. I didn’t suggest the place, he did and I got stuck with the entire bill. All $165.00 of it!!!!! Plus, I had paid the tip from the drinks at Waldorf-Astoria. I went from feeling like a princess to a sugar momma for a degenerate in one second. Talk about a NY SECOND! And I did it all with a smile on my face. I felt scammed in the worst way, but at this point I just wanted to get the hell away from this bragging loser as fast as I could. He apologized many times and said he would take me out to a nice pizza place tomorrow or wherever I wanted to go. I was like OK, sure it happens. I was dying inside though. To make matters worse he didn’t have any way of getting home. First he said he would walk the 20 blocks back, then he said he could just walk from my place, which is only 5 blocks. Then when I get in the cab I tell the driver my cross streets and BRIAN says “wait did you tell him we are doing 2 stops” I said “Oh I thought you were going to walk back from my place since I lived closer to Tao. No he started with this confused look and said “oh ok, well whatever” which was rude . Then I thought quickly if he walks from my place I’ll have to be outside alone with him. If the cab drops him off first at his place it will be out of the way, but fast.  I then said ok, “two stops, drop him off first”…and I got the bill again. Man was that the worst date ever in the history of dates.

Guy Profile Pic NO-NOss

Do not post pics on your online dating profile of you….

Trampy girl standing next to you in a pic…think again…putting trampy girls in your pictures will turn other potential girls off even if it’s your sister. Don’t make our head gears turn if they don’t have to.  Holding a fish you just caught….gross! Sunglasses…we can’t see your face! Hats off….we want to see if you have hair…don’t make us find out when we meet you. Not in your bathroom mirror…tacky! Not with your shirt off…although sexy, not classy! Not next to your really hot guy friend or friends. Not standing in front of some national monument where we can’t see your face. We just want you! That’s all we really care about. Keep it simple stupid!