I’m just gonna be honest with you and admit that I’m still in a bit of a haze. I was out late last night and one of the many things that suck about getting older is that I can’t go out and have lots of fun and lots to drink and then wake up early the next morning feeling fresh as a daisy.
Nope. Not feeling fresh as a daisy right now. Which is a shame because it looks like a nice day out there. And all I want to do is go back to bed.
Anyway, let me tell you about some of the fun I had last night. I started my night at a GiveAndDate party that was thrown in collaboration with the guys from Cupid’s Lab. You should check out both of their websites – 2 very different concepts: both new, both creative, both fabulous. And I love the fact that they’ve been working together.
The party was kind of interesting in that it was the first singles type party I’ve ever been to in NYC that had significantly more guys than women. That’s right girls. If you were sitting home last night wondering where all of the men in NYC were, I can tell you that a large number of them were at Union Bar hoping to meet women.
Which is kinda funny as most singles parties I go to have way more women than men. I guess that’s just the universe screwing with us all.
My night didn’t end there. Now before you jump to conclusions, NO I didn’t pick up one of the many cute young boys from the party. Instead, Mr. Nicepost met me at the party and we went out from there.
Aw, isn’t that sweet? He’d asked me out for last night and when I told him I’d planned to go to the party he said he’d meet me there.
Anyway, we left the party pretty early and then went first to dinner and then to an amazing club to listen to music. I’m not going to give you the name of the club we went to because it’s someplace I really liked and plan on returning to again and again.
I’m still not sure how much I want to say about the date. I was thinking that if I just followed my “blog policy” that everything would be OK. But people keep warning me that either A) dating and writing about someone who knows about the blog will be impossible and therefore we have no chance of having any kind of relationship or B) completely withholding the info about my dates will destroy the blog.
Here’s the deal, everyone – we’ve had 2 dates. Two. Let’s not go counting any chickens before they’re hatched. I just want to go about my life and date as if everything were normal. If that’s possible? Which it may not be. Oh fuck.
Tags: Party, second date