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Me and My Little Black Dress

Me and My Little Black Dress my friends are awesome just a story  6adfd4434b184dafb8ed495f1cb91b9d 257x300As my regular readers know, I was sick for all of October (and part of September). And then I moved a few weeks ago.  So, suffice it to say, I haven’t been “out there”. No dating, no parties, no social life.  I really haven’t had the physical ability to.

Last night was the first time, in ages, that I put on a little black dress and headed out, with any hopes AT ALL of meeting some new guy.

I want to repeat that, just in case you missed it: with any hopes AT ALL of meeting some new guy.

I still hope. Which, I guess, might seem counter-intuitive. I have every reason in the world to not hope.  I’ve made some lousy choices in the past, held on way too long to some toxic relationships, had some men treat me poorly. And now I’m a 40-year old single woman living in .

Hopeful that there could maybe be some guy out there for me.

Or not.

You see, here’s what happened when I got to that party. I looked around and wanted to leave. The music was too loud. The drinks were lousy. The food was bad. And there was a large group of poorly dressed guys wearing too much Axe body spray. No, I’m not joking. I didn’t recognize the reek. I twitched my nose as they passed by, and a friend volunteered the name of the offensive odor.

Now, I suppose, if I really wanted to meet someone/if that was a high priority for me, I could’ve stayed at the party and spoken to every single guy there. I’m sure one of them would have been fine. Or good enough, for now.

But, I’m hopeful not desperate. And, as my dear friend KB in NYC said recently, “my time is precious”. I don’t want to waste it at awful parties. So I left the party early and spent the rest of the night hanging out with people I adore. Eating cheeseburgers.


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  1. Scarlett says:

    Sounds like a lovely evening to me!! I agree – at some point we realize what is and more importantly, what is NOT worth our time.

    • Simone Grant says:

      Yep. I can imagine a 28 year old me spending all night at the party, just because there was free drinks/it was a party. But now I’d just rather go something quiet and hear myself think.

  2. You really did turn 40 :-) Serenity is it’s own attraction. Sometimes that comes from eating cheeseburgers with good friends.

  3. SimplyStac says:

    Loved the last paragraph. How awesome is that!!??

  4. You cannot go wrong with cheeseburgers,…and if you are like me, if the burger is good enough you do not need the friends :)

    There is no rush, hey by all accounts I have ever heard, you are just hitting your prime ;)

    ryan

  5. IntrigueMe says:

    Hells yes for cheeseburgers! :)

    Hey, at least you have your priorities in order. There are a lot of people out there who want to be in a relationship just to be in one, and I have a hard time believing those people have much self respect. You may not have a man, but at least you have that.