Kissing The German
Monday, June 18, 2007
See the story behind this title is actually very exciting. Ok, probably not for you, but definitely for me.
The German is someone I just met. We exchanged emails during the past weeks and we perfectly hit it off, we speak on the phone very often and our conversations are as thought we’ve known each other for a long time. They were just flowing, and I can’t even think of any awkward silent moment, that’s how intense and great they are. Besides the fact that she is extremely smart, witty, and cute and a hot German and…into the Arts and dining and museums, she is absolutely the sweetest person you will ever meet. I joke about how she will have to toughen up once she is in NYC.
The German endured a 4 hr bus ride from Boston just to come see me in the city on Saturday (for just a couple of hours). First, I didn’t know she came down sorely to have dinner with me. If I knew then, I probably would have asked her not too but I am glad she did. I had an amazing time and so did she.
We started off at this Afghani restaurant in midtown, which did not look great from the outside, nor inside but we walked in and absolutely not a soul in the restaurant. Sometimes, I really hate being the only person eating somewhere, but this place wasn’t too appalling. Of course, I let the German chose what to eat since I had no clue about Afghani dishes. Whatever she ordered was delicious. I definitely recommend Afghani food. So we order, and I ask for the wine list – there were none. I got nervous and was thinking, “What am I going to do without wine?? I don’t want to look like I am nervous” I ran across the street to a deli and grabbed whatever red wine they had on the shelf. Let me tell ya, drinking wine eased the situation a lot better. The German noticed that I wasn’t making any eye contact and was completely aware that I was nervous (she told me the next day). First, I do NOT get nervous around ladies. I am usually the one who makes them nervous. But there is something about this German. I wasn’t nervous to the point where I was stuttering or had sweaty palms or shaking uncontrollably. I was just not making eye contact at first (on the subway or at the restaurant). But when I did, I noticed how splendid her eyes were and how she really – really looked right at me when she talked.
So then, we finished the wine, food was delicious and we wanted to grab some dirty cocktails. We walked over to Mercury Bar, which is one of my favorite places to hang. It’s really trendy and they have really good Calamari. We had our drinks and talked and I got to know her a lot better and vice versa – although, I think I revealed some things that I never tell anyone. Guess it’s a good sign.
By the way, on our way to Mercury, we stopped at a corner (red light of course) and talked about our abs. Seriously, I think only lesbians compare their abs. It’s like this conversation starter –“hey, you have great abs, so do I, do you want to see?” c’mon, I don’t think heteros even think about that.
Fast forward – we decided that it was time for us to get going (1. I didn’t want her to see me getting buzzed, 2. She had to catch her train). We ended up walking to Grand Central and along the way, listened to our ipods and compared our playlist. Ya know, you can tell a lot about someone just by what they listen to.
Anyway, we get to GC… stuff happened… and I am not telling.
Ok, ok, usually I don’t talk about my dates especially when they have the URL to this blog. But since she kept insisting and well actually asking if I would blog about what we did…I had doubts. I didn’t want to because I don’t want to jinx anything. Plus, at first I didn’t want to say anything as I realize that the skankier and crazier my stories are, the better received they are by you, my readers. So I figured I should just continue writing as normal. A Lezzie who talks about a non-disastrous date is not interesting, right?
I know the German will read this and already knows what I think of her, but you don’t. I must say that she personifies many of the things I’ve always been attracted to (humor, passion, drive, sense of adventure, deep respect, love for the Arts), but – and what I think is most interesting – is that she’s also a lot of things I never thought I would want (a lady from Boston and a Yankees fan – although she did accept an intimate switch to the METS). Yet, these opposite attributes actually make “it” work.
So what’s so special about The German? Here’s a “short” list:
- She likes my writing.
- She thinks I’m funny.
- She’s funny.
- She knows how to pick a fucking incredible dish off a menu that’s foreign to me.
- She loves my work – other ladies think its lame and I work too much.
- She’s good at what she is passionate about.
- She makes me feel comfortable.- She TOTALLY gets all my dependencies – Angelina Jolie, the U.N., Writing.
- She makes fun of me – I was the president of the GLBT club back in college.
- I make fun of her – she was the secretary of Student Government.
- We both went to liberal colleges and were the hot Lezzie everyone wanted.
- She’s from Boston, but knows how to get around in NYC –not by cab but by subway.
- She has an amazing vocabulary.
- She’s a grownup and doesn’t deal with drama.
- She said I was better looking than Mariah Carey.
- She says sweetie in a very kind and genuine tone of voice.
- Her nickname (not given by me) is Christ and Jesus.
- She is a gal from Boston who likes the Yankees and who is a really good kisser and who isn’t scared of taking a shot of lemon-drops with me.
Ok now I should stop before I embarrass myself any more than I already have.
The German is someone I just met. We exchanged emails during the past weeks and we perfectly hit it off, we speak on the phone very often and our conversations are as thought we’ve known each other for a long time. They were just flowing, and I can’t even think of any awkward silent moment, that’s how intense and great they are. Besides the fact that she is extremely smart, witty, and cute and a hot German and…into the Arts and dining and museums, she is absolutely the sweetest person you will ever meet. I joke about how she will have to toughen up once she is in NYC.
The German endured a 4 hr bus ride from Boston just to come see me in the city on Saturday (for just a couple of hours). First, I didn’t know she came down sorely to have dinner with me. If I knew then, I probably would have asked her not too but I am glad she did. I had an amazing time and so did she.
We started off at this Afghani restaurant in midtown, which did not look great from the outside, nor inside but we walked in and absolutely not a soul in the restaurant. Sometimes, I really hate being the only person eating somewhere, but this place wasn’t too appalling. Of course, I let the German chose what to eat since I had no clue about Afghani dishes. Whatever she ordered was delicious. I definitely recommend Afghani food. So we order, and I ask for the wine list – there were none. I got nervous and was thinking, “What am I going to do without wine?? I don’t want to look like I am nervous” I ran across the street to a deli and grabbed whatever red wine they had on the shelf. Let me tell ya, drinking wine eased the situation a lot better. The German noticed that I wasn’t making any eye contact and was completely aware that I was nervous (she told me the next day). First, I do NOT get nervous around ladies. I am usually the one who makes them nervous. But there is something about this German. I wasn’t nervous to the point where I was stuttering or had sweaty palms or shaking uncontrollably. I was just not making eye contact at first (on the subway or at the restaurant). But when I did, I noticed how splendid her eyes were and how she really – really looked right at me when she talked.
So then, we finished the wine, food was delicious and we wanted to grab some dirty cocktails. We walked over to Mercury Bar, which is one of my favorite places to hang. It’s really trendy and they have really good Calamari. We had our drinks and talked and I got to know her a lot better and vice versa – although, I think I revealed some things that I never tell anyone. Guess it’s a good sign.
By the way, on our way to Mercury, we stopped at a corner (red light of course) and talked about our abs. Seriously, I think only lesbians compare their abs. It’s like this conversation starter –“hey, you have great abs, so do I, do you want to see?” c’mon, I don’t think heteros even think about that.
Fast forward – we decided that it was time for us to get going (1. I didn’t want her to see me getting buzzed, 2. She had to catch her train). We ended up walking to Grand Central and along the way, listened to our ipods and compared our playlist. Ya know, you can tell a lot about someone just by what they listen to.
Anyway, we get to GC… stuff happened… and I am not telling.
Ok, ok, usually I don’t talk about my dates especially when they have the URL to this blog. But since she kept insisting and well actually asking if I would blog about what we did…I had doubts. I didn’t want to because I don’t want to jinx anything. Plus, at first I didn’t want to say anything as I realize that the skankier and crazier my stories are, the better received they are by you, my readers. So I figured I should just continue writing as normal. A Lezzie who talks about a non-disastrous date is not interesting, right?
I know the German will read this and already knows what I think of her, but you don’t. I must say that she personifies many of the things I’ve always been attracted to (humor, passion, drive, sense of adventure, deep respect, love for the Arts), but – and what I think is most interesting – is that she’s also a lot of things I never thought I would want (a lady from Boston and a Yankees fan – although she did accept an intimate switch to the METS). Yet, these opposite attributes actually make “it” work.
So what’s so special about The German? Here’s a “short” list:
- She likes my writing.
- She thinks I’m funny.
- She’s funny.
- She knows how to pick a fucking incredible dish off a menu that’s foreign to me.
- She loves my work – other ladies think its lame and I work too much.
- She’s good at what she is passionate about.
- She makes me feel comfortable.- She TOTALLY gets all my dependencies – Angelina Jolie, the U.N., Writing.
- She makes fun of me – I was the president of the GLBT club back in college.
- I make fun of her – she was the secretary of Student Government.
- We both went to liberal colleges and were the hot Lezzie everyone wanted.
- She’s from Boston, but knows how to get around in NYC –not by cab but by subway.
- She has an amazing vocabulary.
- She’s a grownup and doesn’t deal with drama.
- She said I was better looking than Mariah Carey.
- She says sweetie in a very kind and genuine tone of voice.
- Her nickname (not given by me) is Christ and Jesus.
- She is a gal from Boston who likes the Yankees and who is a really good kisser and who isn’t scared of taking a shot of lemon-drops with me.
Ok now I should stop before I embarrass myself any more than I already have.
