My Mother Would NOT Approve.....

Yes! Irene has passed and the city is back to its original chaotic state. I swear, the east coast is a natural disaster party palace right now. How are you ladies? Anything interesting happening in your neighborhoods?
 
Well, as you guys know, I went out on a date recently. I’ve come to tell you the tale. His name is Stephen Hanley (I call him Hanley or cutie) and we met on a NYC website called OK Cupid. He called me the Saturday morning before last and we talked all day. He asked me to meet him for a drink that night. I almost said no but, I figured “why not… give this dating thing a try”. I met him in Union Square at 11pm. I was mega nervous. Ya know, hoping that he wouldn’t be disappointed with the reality. Haley decided to go see a movie at the theater around the corner from our date, just in case I wanted to bail or he was being an asshole. Hehe, I have amazing friends J.  He’s cute. I don’t really know how to describe him so, here’s a picture. 

We went to a bar nearby and he was a perfect gentlemen. We talked for a while and he even reached across the table and held my hands for a while. I told him not to get fresh because I had a friend around the corner that would be here in a heartbeat if I called her. He thought it was sweet that I had great friends. Val texted me several times because she was worried. I told him about the text and he agreed to let me take a picture of him to send to Val… ya know, for the police if needed. He even made a what he called “The Super Creepy Rape Face”. We talked more and he told me to call my buddy and have her come out for a drink. Probably because I talked about 502 a lot. Sweet guy. Haley came over and said hello. We walked out with her and then said goodnight to the Powell. I gave her the “I’m Ok” sign as opposed to the usual 502 X.

Stephen and I walked around to find another bar. I stopped at the movie theater to look at a poster for a movie I wanted to see. While I was explaining the plot, he shut me up with a kiss. Its been a while since I was kissed… especially a long kiss. After he was done he apologized for interrupting me. I was a bit embarrassed because people were walking all around us. From that moment on, every time he saw a dark corner, I found myself pressed into the wall and kissed. We made out all over the Village. He held my hand and when we went in a bar, he would put his arm around me. I haven’t felt that “couplely feeling” in a long time. Finally at 4am, we decided to end the date. He refused to let me take the train home. Seriously, he said “either you’re going home in a cab or you’re coming home with me in a cab”. He paid for the cab to talk me home.

So, I know what you are thinking but, you shouldn’t get to giddy. Stephen is a nice guy but, he has made it perfectly clear to me that he doesn’t want a relationship, just the physical privileges. So, I had a decision to make. I decided, why not have a casual friend. I’ve never really done that before. I know I don’t have feelings for him. He just isn’t a guy that I can see myself being with. But, I can see myself making out with him. I don’t need a relationship right now. Upon his invitation, I went to stay with Hanley last Friday night. He promised we didn’t have to do anything, he just wanted to spend time alone with me. He knows I am not ready to have sex with him and he’s ok with that, for now. I will have to cross that bridge when I come to it. So, I went over to his place, with my “slut bag” in tow… we ate dinner, fooled around (a lot), watched the Mets game and went to bed.

Well, that’s the whole story. I don’t know what gonna happen but, I feel kinda, I don’t know... grown up. I’m the one calling the shots in this thing and he’s ok with that. I don’t have to worry about the emotional stuff right now and that’s good. I have enough going on right now.

Talk to you ladies soon!

Love, Love and more Love ,

             -Kiki

To Steal or Not to Steal

Ok ladies. Here it is. Something I’ve been pondering for weeks. And I have to make a decision tomorrow. It comes down to…..  to steal. Or not to steal.

Let’s start with the back story. On my first day of The Dictator I was shown around the office and when we entered the kitchen I was informed this was a very environmentally friendly office. “Right on.” I thought doing my best impersonation of Chop’s Brad in my head. My enthusiasm, however, was quickly diminished when I realized this meant they had no disposable cups. Only some sketchy mugs in a cabinet. Communal mugs. That a bunch of scary New Yorkers drink out of. And underpaid, overworked office PAs are paid to clean. Gross. But as I grew steadily more parched I kicked myself in the pants, thought of Al Gore and went to the cabinet, scrubbed a mug and claimed it as my own. For the day. The next day I came to work and aha! There was my mug! In the back of the cabinet looking enticingly like no one had touched it since I had. Quickly I snatched the mug, filled it with Brita filtered water (this office doesn’t have water bottles. Odd, no?) and sat down smugly at my desk. The next morning I swaggered up the cabinet, confidently popped open the cabinet and… What the hell!?! My mug is missing!! Son of a bitch. So I have to claim some other skanky mug for the day. (That was my first surly say at work.) The next day my mug was smiling at me from the cabinet and I’ve kept it at my desk ever since.

And this mug is pretty freakin cute too. Not only is it a funky, nifty shape, but it has a cutie patootie bird on it with leaves and sticks PLUS they’re green. Stinkin cute. 

So my dilemma is this: tomorrow is my last day on The Dictator. Should I steal this mug and make it part of my kitchen collection permenantly? What if it belongs to someone? Should I ask around and see? I mean, look at this thing. Doesn’t it look like it wants to be in my home and have Piper shove her face in it??? Oi.

As I sit here peck peck pecking away, I’m listening to the Naked & Famous. Kiki and I saw them in concert a couple of weekends ago at the Brooklyn Bowl and they were bona fide bitchin. (Leigh, I really think you’ll dig them if you haven’t already checked them out. Especially the super cutie female singer.) I also have to just mention (in case you didn’t know already) that I’m really into Oh Minnows as well. Of course I’m incredibly biased, but I genuinely think it’s an amazing album.

http://www.thenakedandfamous.com/?c=7

http://ohminnows.com/

And finally we um… oh yeah.. had an earthquake up here today. WTF?? I know Wilmington had some tremors as well. Jen, aren’t you supposed to be the one writing about this mess?? I take that back. I don’t want  you to have to write about earthquakes.

That's right. Showing this bad boy again.

The Dating Game

Hello ladies! I miss us so much. I've read Jen's blog about 15 times just because she writes how she talks :). Big hugs and kisses.

So ladies it's come to this. I am no officially on Match.com. I've had such bad luck with dating and since I was moving, starting fresh, entering a new stage of my life, whatever you wanna call it... I thought it was time to explore different avenues of meeting men. So, I created a profile, uploaded some hopefully un-dorky pictures of me and clicked submit.

Creating a profile for marketing yourself to the opposite sex is mega hardballs. What do you say? How do you make yourself sound amazing? Um hi, I'm Kiki...long walks on the beach much? Yuck, don't wanna sound cliche or like a super tramp. I know from experience that reading a profile can make or break your opinion. For example: A guys named 69stunner1993 ( What's up ladies! I'm dat #1 jank dat you want. I likes my ho's real. Lookin' for a shawty to gets up in mine. I hold it down in the BK wit da crew. Yaw know how it do. I'll be romantic witcha if you know how to do dat thang.) Are you going to answer this guy? Don't say yes Haley! Sadly, I did not make that guy up. *Sigh* He sent me a message last week :/.

I put down a short and simply message hopefully describing myself accurately. Hehe, I feel like Diane Lane in "Must Love Dogs". I've gotten a couple of bites but nothing wonderful. The guys that are interested in me seem to go from "How's it going" to "What's your bra size" in 0-2 messages. After that they get to know the power of the block button on the right hand side of the screen. I have actually got up to texting with one guy but that turned really sour pretty fast. It was due to a horrible sentense involving the words "protien shake". You don't want to know.

Maybe i'm too picky, I don't know. Its still pretty fun. Meeting guys, flirting with them. I am alot more charming when typing or texting it seems. All the nerves are check. I can just be me without the first date jitters. We shall see what happens. If anything, they will make for funny blog entries to my best friends. One just popped up. His name is Nate. He's from Boston (hmmm long distance...sheesh). Shaggy hair, stubble . His message says "I'm Nate, your profile popped up and I had to say hello." Ohhh boy. I'll keep you guys posted on this one :).

xoxo (noo not Gossip Girl)
     Kiki