Starting this blog renewed my ability to view singlehood as an adventure as I explored all that my hometown has to offer.
His only invitation to get together, though, came late on a Friday night. ” I declined, later telling him I enjoyed his company but wasn’t interested in a fling. ” he wrote testily “I didn’t say anything and it’s not right to assume anything.” True.
It’s not right to make assumptions, especially with a medium like texting that’s makes miscommunication an all too common thing.
Bachelor #2, Randy, was very obviously from the get go just looking for uncomplicated fun.
The chemistry was definitely there and so was a mutual appreciation for 80s music.
After going out twice with S, I wasn’t quite sure if the chemistry was there for me.
Still, at this stage of dating, I usually give it three dates before making a determination.
We were at the restaurant when I realized I had – eegads! We dashed back over there to find it right on the chair where I left it. My faith in humanity sufficiently elevated, I was beyond relieved as we returned to Petite Abeille, a charming little French bistro more than deserving of its many online raves. After bidding farewell to Steve, I met up with Jackie and Jim in Times Square.
On the agenda, a 30-minute ride on high speed motorboat, The Beast.
After a visit to the M&M’s store and delicious lunch at one of my favorite greasy spoons in Midtown, we ventured up to Top of the Rock for spectacular 360-degree city views.