The Birthday Week.

Some people have birthdays. I have birthday weeks. This week my blogs will be devoted to the debauchery that accompanies my 24th birthday week.



XoXo,
LMM

I Love Birthdays.

Blake Lively was walking off the elevator next to me with the new brunette girl from the show as I left my building for work this morning. She was so adorable in person, though my lobby was a random place to run into a celeb. I've heard that most of the GG cast lives downtown, I wonder if the new cast member lives in my building? As I'm sure Blake lives somewhere much sweeter.

As my readership has grown over the past month I've started to freak out about writing about guys on here anymore for fear that they or someone they know will read it. Even the pseudo names obviously haven't been fool proof in the past, so I'm really not quite sure how to keep writing as I try and build relationships along the way. I guess I basically have two choices: 1. allow my life to turn into the real world version of Gossip Girl or 2. leave the guys I date out of my blog. I'm not really excited about either scenario, but I do realize something has to be done if I decide to seriously date anyone in the near future.

On a lighter note, I found out who my blog stalker is and all I have to say is: You are older than my mother, grow up. If I was you I'd think about why I'm harassing a soon to be 24 year old that doesn't care about me at all. I really don't get your obsession, I mean looking at my blog 10-28x a day and trying to leave me rude comments? Karma always wins in the end.

So, tomorrow is my pseudo-birthday, since I'll be out of town on a business trip on my real birthday, Tuesday. I'm having a party at my friends and I's favorite sushi restaraunt and then we're all going out to one of our favorite bars. I haven't done a theme party since I was about 5, but I decided to go all out this year and do something different. There are about 25 of us going and we're all dressing up in 1940's Hollywood Glamour, whatever that means, lol. I'm totally stoked to see everyone before I leave for my trip since I won't be back until the 23rd and I'm certainly going to miss the hell out of everyone while I'm away. It's weird, but lately I've realized how amazing my friends are. I am so lucky to have friends who are always there for me and who I never have drama with. I can't even think of a time I've ever gotten into a fight with any of my close friends, even the ones I've been friends with since I was 15 or in college. I thank God for this considering how dramatic my dating life has been lately.

Doesn't it always seem like when one part of your life is going so smoothly it's a given another part will be fucked up? My job is great, my friends and family are great, yet my dating life is a total mess lately. It's the world's sick balancing act I suppose. Or maybe it's New York's. I haven't quite figured that one out yet. The good news is my birthday this year will most definitely be better than my birthday last year, since there is no boyfriend to hook up with another girl in front of me to help me celebrate the big 2-4. This makes me smile.

P.S. You're hillarous, Brian, lol. And yes. I do happen to know the difference between Miles and Coltrane, poophead. Tell Bets I miss and love her, too and I'll call her soon. I'm sure this years birthday won't be quite as exciting as the fist fighting and cheating filled one of last year that you two were lucky enough to share with me, but I'm still sad you guys aren't going to be here for it, (my best friend the brilliant, hot and young) Dr. Cochrane and her lovely (distinguished) Mr. Engineer husband Cochrane, lol.

Here's To Being The Token Single Birthday Girl,
LMM

P.S.

p.s. On my elevator ride home last night the guy next to me goes, "I like your cowboy boots, are you from the South?" This starts a conversation and I'm like "Yes, sort of. You?" And he says he's from Atlanta, went to school there and, graduated my year. This is funny, because two of my good friends were in his class at his school so I say "Really? One of my best friends and another one of our friends were in your class. Do you know A or S?" He says "Yeah, I actually know them both, I dated A Freshman year, small world, we should hang out some time, what's your name? I'll Facebook you." I tell him my name and ask his. He gets off on the floor below me and I immediately call A and tell her the story. Her response, typical of a New York guy: "Ew...he's such an f-ing deuche bag, Torrie! I never dated him, we hooked up when I was drunk a few nights Freshman year. AS IF. Like I would ever date him, ewwww. Seriously get off the elevator if he gets on next time." Lol. Guess I won't be accepting that friend request....

LMM

The Randomness Of NYC.

Last night I met some friends out after work for happy hour. We went to a bar in the East Village and it sucked so we ended up going to a bar in the West Village that's usually always a good time. We go to hang up our coats and I see a face in the mirror behind me that looks really familiar. I stop and think for a second and tell my friends "I know that kid. Shit.". Then I realize the guy standing with his co-workers behind me is "Neighbor Guy", the guy Jess and I met last week at happy hour downtown that lives two buildings away from me.

I'm totally embarrassed. One, because I realize: A. He is hot. B. I couldn't remember if he was him or his friend when he texted me and emailed me last week and now I realize it was him, after I blew him off, (I am an idiot). C. Hillary and I went to his apartment for his "party" on Friday, and it was really on Saturday, so when we buzzed his apartment his roommate was like "he's not here, but you guys can come up if you want". What kind of an idiot shows up to a party when there is no party? Me. We were way too embarressed to go up, but now I had to explain the whole party on the wrong day situation. Shit.

Anyways, we go to the bar and grab a drink and he's like "Hey, Torrie! What's up? How are you?" And I don't know what to say because I'm still embarrassed about the party and about blowing him off last week, so I'm sure whatever I responded with sounded really cool. My friends laugh at me and we talk to him for a few minutes and meet a few of his co-workers and then walk to the other side of the bar to meet our other friends. We end up leaving a half an hour later to go to a charity benefit and I contemplate not saying goodbye but my friends basically force me to by telling me over and over how awesome he is. So we say our goodbyes and he invited us to another party they're having in a few weeks, though I think I'll be out of town. I finally email him back this morning. It'll be a small miracle if he responds after my amazingly cool and collected behavior last night.

It's really weird how small New York has gotten for me lately. It's actually starting to freak me out. When I first moved to the city I didn't know anyone, now it seems where ever I go I run into someone, lately in most cases, someone I don't want to see. At least last night's run-in was a good one. But doesn't it always seem like when you don't want to see someone you see them? When Mr. Nice Guy and stopped talking I would've done anything to run into him out, even see him on the subway for God's sake, but nope. It didn't happen, I didn't run into him until months after we ended, when it was too late to talk about things, and when, as luck would have it, his ex-girlfriend happened to be in town from half way across the country and standing right next to him. On the other hand, I would do anything not to run into Ivy or ETF, yet I've run into both of them. How is this possible? Is this some sort of karmic relationship revenge? I hope I've had my fill of it if that's the case...

LMM

To My Blog Stalker.

Wow. This is becoming a bit excessive. If you'd like to continue viewing and reading my blog 10-20x a day that's fine. If you'd like to keep trying to leave me rude comments, that's fine, too. But if I suck so badly, why are you one of my top viewers? I'm clearly confused. I know if I hated someone, I would stay as far away from them as possible. I certainly wouldn't read their blog a million times a day and leave them comments. Just a thought...If I suck so bad- don't read. That's what I would do. :)

LMM

Oh, God.

So, last night I'm at dinner with a friend. We're talking and laughing and all of the sudden I see the last person on earth I want to see walk by me, ETF. With his friends. They were clearly going to go to the place we were at and they clearly go next door to avoid us. I am overly relieved that this occurs and go back to conversing with my girlfriend and mostly forget about the whole scenario. My friends even see him next door and report back, I care for two seconds, send a retarded text, and realize it's the beer talking and not me and I thank God I don't give a shit. Mostly since now I fully realize I was somehow blinded by the fact that I was so clearly SI for the last month in a half.

And mostly since I finally meet the guy my friends had been trying to introduce me to, "Mr. PE", out and basically have the time of my life. It turns out it wasn't him at the Mexican restaurant the other night. And it turns out he isn't dating some other chick. It also turns out he's 6'2, mid 30's, (totally passes my MDA), and beyond adorable, with dark brown hair and blue eyes, (which I just read somewhere is the most desirable combo a man can have according to 92% of women), and I must say I concur. He's also discernibly different than most of the guys I've dated lately. He's incredibly intelligent, with a undergrad and masters degree both from Ivy league schools, yet he has none of the Ivy league attitude. He's also very humble, which I adore. I've always loved shy guys, I guess they balance me out in a way. I've always hated dating guys who thought "they could get any girl to like them". That attitude has always been such a turn off to me, so to meet someone so opposite was so refreshing, especially since he's in private equity. We were basically in our own world all night talking about everything from art, to work, to our families and where we grew up. I also told him about the blog and the drama and he thought it was hillarious. I know it was only a pseudo first date...But he did ask me to go to dinner this week. And, to be quite honest, I think this one may actually be the one worth not writing about. ;)


Friends Don't Let Friends SI,
LMM

Guacamole And Figuring It All Out.

After work last night I went out with friends for dinner and drinks. In the last two weeks seven out of eight of our girlfriends have become single. I swear break ups come in waves. All of us except one were either "dating" or "casually dating" someone and now all of us are back on the market. This timing actually worked out quite well, especially considering my birthday is this weekend and we are all going to be together in our single craziness to celebrate. So anyways, we were out and we were eating guacamole and chicken tacos, no fish tacos for me ever again since my East Village food poisoning experience, and we were drinking margaritas and talking about our work and our love lives...And I look at the table next to us and immediately recognize the guy sitting there.

Not like a "real world" recognize, but a Facebook recognize. Why, might you ask, was I looking at a stranger's Facebook profile? Well I was psuedo-Facebook stalking this particular guy, because my friends know him and wanted to set me up with him. So, I'm staring at Facebook guy, who by the way, is even cuter in person, and also, by the way, is sitting with a girl. We can't really tell if they're friends or if they're on a date or what, but we can however, definitely see that he is way to cute for her. So, I'm sitting there wondering, is potential set up boy seeing someone? Or is this even him at all? Maybe he has a twin? Or maybe this guy just bears a very strong resemblance to him? Of course I have to get up and walk by to get a closer look. Even after the "walk by" I still think it's him. This brings up an interesting point. Do I even want to go out with potential set up guy if he is possibly dating some other girl? I would feel awful if I met up with this guy and it really was him. Then again. Maybe it was a first date?

Whatever the case, my friends and I eventually got past the whole "possible potential on a date with someone else" issue and got back to the subject of dating in general. Somehow the topic of me letting people go and not looking back came up. There have only been two guys in my life that I broke up with or who broke up with me and I was upset about or gave a shit about for more than a day: SF, (my ex from Florida), who is coincidentally coming into town today, (which brings up a whole nother issue), and Mr. Nice Guy, who I really had no reason not to let go, considering how insignificant whatever we had was in the scheme of things. I really can't explain why those are the only two guys I ever really gave a shit about and the only two who I didn't basically forget about the day things ended.

This makes me think. Maybe they were the only ones who had any significant impact on me, because they were everything the other guys I've always dated weren't. Both of them were creative, both had interesting, meaningful careers, neither worked in finance, neither had the aggressive, competitive, cocky attitudes the rest of the guys I've dated had possessed. So maybe I should've been dating guys like them all along and maybe I would've actually cared about more than two people in almost 24 years.

This brings me to what one of my professors in college used to call an "Ah-Hah!" moment. It was like sitting there I finally figured a small part of it all out. I needed someone more like me in some ways and less like the rest of New York in others. I needed someone sort of artsy. Someone who wouldn't normally go up to a random girl and hit on her...Someone kind and different. Someone who knew the difference between Miles and Coltrane...Someone I could just wake up with in the morning and not even have to say anything to, but just be able to laugh and just start the day with... Basically the opposite of the majority of the guys I'd been dating. Now that I think I know what it is I'm looking for, does he exist in this city? Or am I, like most of the people I know looking for something that's almost impossible to find in a city like this? I can't say I plan on searching...but my eyes are certainly open...

LMM