Alive and Well
Monday, November 19, 2007
I have been MIA I suppose, or simply “out”. Truth is, I’ve just been busy with work and planning amazing (very costly) vacations for the next upcoming weeks.
It’s been the usual here at la casa of NYC.Lezie – well besides the little fling the Model and I are having. Last week at our re-launch party, I looked fabulous and so did she – the weird thing really was that we sort of looked a little like each other that night. We wore similar dresses- same designers. We got the occasional “wow, you look like you shopped in each other’s closets”.
Negative.
The closest I have been to her fabulous midtown apartment closet was for a quick pre-game in her living room during our lunch break.
The night of the Party, we obviously avoided each other in fear of getting caught in our little naughty office fling. I didn’t know her, nor did she know me. It was even and beautifully coordinated. From the time we arrived (I got there 15mins after her) and I left before her (5min) and later met up for some late dinner.
This girl is so straight is unbelievable. And that’s what kills me. The flirting, the kissing the fingers…I mean…the talking…the flirting….
I am not a relationship kind of girl. I don’t like being tied down. I don’t like having to call someone every night before I go to bed. I don’t need extra drama in my life when I am obviously surrounded by it at work and outside of work. I don’t need someone to hold my hand every time they have a chance, I don’t need someone to be “up all in my business”. It’s not me. I don’t like the extra attention someone gives me. I like a whole lot of attention from different people. That’s what excites me. That’s what gets me going – knowing that lady A is one hell of a sex kitten and lady B is adventurous and crazy in bed.
I think the majority of my friends know how much I can’t deal with someone who calls me 10 times a day. At first it’s cute. But come on… I had this one girl who literally called me every hour just to chat and see what was going on, and another who called at night (when I was watching my precious TV programming) to hear me talk. Really? Get a life.
My point is, The Model is the complete opposite. She likes what relationships have to offer; the feeling of knowing that one person will come back to you every night, that connection you get when you are home on a couch and your partner is next to you and you have this crazy amazing eye talk, the feeling you get every time you see that person.
She is that. She looks for someone who shares the same thing. She wants the phone calls at night and the reassurance that everything is perfect, the kisses, the holding hands and the serenades.
I used to be that person. Is that even possible? I use to love waking up next to the same person everyday, I used to love holding hands and stealing a kiss – preferably on her hand, I used to love the routines, the dinners under the stars and the lunches under a clear blue sky.
I know that now, I am not that. I don’t do relationships. I don’t know why. Actually I do. But I will write it in a different post.
On that note. I am going to visit The Model.
Wasn’t this entry supposed to be about the Model and how I got to 3rd base? Yeah.
Another time.
It’s been the usual here at la casa of NYC.Lezie – well besides the little fling the Model and I are having. Last week at our re-launch party, I looked fabulous and so did she – the weird thing really was that we sort of looked a little like each other that night. We wore similar dresses- same designers. We got the occasional “wow, you look like you shopped in each other’s closets”.
Negative.
The closest I have been to her fabulous midtown apartment closet was for a quick pre-game in her living room during our lunch break.
The night of the Party, we obviously avoided each other in fear of getting caught in our little naughty office fling. I didn’t know her, nor did she know me. It was even and beautifully coordinated. From the time we arrived (I got there 15mins after her) and I left before her (5min) and later met up for some late dinner.
This girl is so straight is unbelievable. And that’s what kills me. The flirting, the kissing the fingers…I mean…the talking…the flirting….
I am not a relationship kind of girl. I don’t like being tied down. I don’t like having to call someone every night before I go to bed. I don’t need extra drama in my life when I am obviously surrounded by it at work and outside of work. I don’t need someone to hold my hand every time they have a chance, I don’t need someone to be “up all in my business”. It’s not me. I don’t like the extra attention someone gives me. I like a whole lot of attention from different people. That’s what excites me. That’s what gets me going – knowing that lady A is one hell of a sex kitten and lady B is adventurous and crazy in bed.
I think the majority of my friends know how much I can’t deal with someone who calls me 10 times a day. At first it’s cute. But come on… I had this one girl who literally called me every hour just to chat and see what was going on, and another who called at night (when I was watching my precious TV programming) to hear me talk. Really? Get a life.
My point is, The Model is the complete opposite. She likes what relationships have to offer; the feeling of knowing that one person will come back to you every night, that connection you get when you are home on a couch and your partner is next to you and you have this crazy amazing eye talk, the feeling you get every time you see that person.
She is that. She looks for someone who shares the same thing. She wants the phone calls at night and the reassurance that everything is perfect, the kisses, the holding hands and the serenades.
I used to be that person. Is that even possible? I use to love waking up next to the same person everyday, I used to love holding hands and stealing a kiss – preferably on her hand, I used to love the routines, the dinners under the stars and the lunches under a clear blue sky.
I know that now, I am not that. I don’t do relationships. I don’t know why. Actually I do. But I will write it in a different post.
On that note. I am going to visit The Model.
Wasn’t this entry supposed to be about the Model and how I got to 3rd base? Yeah.
Another time.
