All the Single Ladies

Against everyone’s advice and C’s palpable fear that I was going to be butchered on the UES Sunday night, I showered my hungover body and went to Winky the Thirds.  Quiet a few people equated him to Christian Bale in American Psycho (and honestly I started freaking out a little) but fear is what makes things fun, right???

Anyways - it wasn’t too horrible.  Awkward - yes.  Still pretty snobby - yes.  Still incompatible - yes.  But - I did get a nice little couch make out sesh in, so not a total loss.

Takeaways:

(1) He has an AMAZEBALLS view from his apt which is on the 40th floor of a building I could never afford to live in and overlooks the east river.

(2) He has horrible movie taste.  His “favorite movie ever” was called Laurel Canyon and was no where near what I could call good.  It stared Christian Bale though and I got SUPER freaked out.

(3) I was reaffirmed he’s not a bad person - just a very, very different person from anyone I’ve ever had in my social group before.

(4) Boy had on some KILLER cologne!  All I wanted to do was sniff him all night long.   I’m a sucker for a good smelling boy - especially if I get to nuzzle in it.

(5)We’re going on date #3 on Thursday to a schwanky cigar and cocktail bar. Again “for drinks” so he better actually drink this time.