New York State of Mind

Earlier today I was sitting at Starbucks doing some work, aka changing my Facebook picture, looking over my friend's wedding itinerary and pondering where I'm supposed to look when I walk down the aisle at said wedding. Seriously, where are bridesmaids supposed to look? At my friend's wedding last summer I looked at the priest but he resembled Father Ralph de Bricassart from The Thorn Birds, and then I smiled at the groom but realized that probably looked really creepy.

Anyway, so I'm sitting behind a guy and girl who got there around the same time as me, and it's been about 45 minutes when I hear him go, "So do I get to see you again? And hopefully for more than the hour you only had today?" BLIND DATE! She laughed and said definitely. SUCCESSFUL BLIND DATE!

Which is sweet because it just goes to show that a first date can be one hour or five and still be great. My quickest first date was over one cocktail before I escaped into the night. My longest first date was 11 hours. And no it was not a slumber party.

This past New Year's Eve I was out with friends at a party, and we eventually ended up at a bar where I ran into a very good friend of mine from college. He was with some friends, one being a totally cute brunette man who was in town for the weekend from NYC. Well, he was about 5'10, had huge blue eyes, dark brown hair and was wearing a black sweater with great jeans. I love guys in good jeans. With good genes. Okay I'll stop.

Anyway New Year's Steve and I chatted for awhile, but eventually he left for another bar with his pals and that was that. Well, an hour later, I hopped in a cab to take my drunk ass home. I popped in my local 7/11 to get a Gatorade for the morning and standing at the cash register in all of his great jeanness was New Year's Steve. We saw each other and started laughing and then he and his buddy offered to walk me to my place since it was late. When we got to my door, he asked for my number and said we should hang out the next day.

7 hours later, he was on his way over. It was 10 a.m. on New Year's Day, and I couldn't have asked for anything more perfect than wearing a sweater and comfy pants, watching a movie with a cute boy. We ending up just laying around on my massive couch all day talking. And he didn't get up to leave until 9 p.m. that night, and he said he was only leaving because he was heading back to NYC the next day so he had to have dinner with his brother.

It was the weirdest, most spontaneous and unexpected day ever and it restored my faith in the fact that when I meet a guy I really like, I know it. Which is also why lately, even if I go out with a cute guy, if I don't get that feeling, I don't go on a second date. Why waste both of our time?

So New Year's Steve left for dinner, with a goodbye kiss and my phone number. We talked a few times after that, but sort of lost touch since I had no desire to do long distance again, and he had an opposite work schedule than me since he works at night. As a stripper. Just kidding, he's a chef. So he basically had one day off a week we'd talk and that was lame.

Every now and then he'll text to see how things are going, but I'm not getting on a plane to the Big Apple anytime soon. It was a perfect day that I'm perfectly content leaving at that. Just goes to show, when you're not looking, something great comes along.

Maybe I should close my eyes more.