The Jersey Guy

I tell guys up front that I don't drink in case that's important to
them.  Nothing  about morality -- it just makes me physically ill. 
And I try to be openminded about bridge and tunnel people because I
realize that affordable apartments are scarce and not everyone can live
in Manhattan.
So when a guy from  New Jersey  asked me to go out on Friday evening, I
said sure.  He was kind of cute and he assured me that he thought it
was great that I didn't drink.
His choice of where to go?  South Street Seaport.  For those of you
unfamiliar with the place, it's the most suburban feeling block in New
York City.  It feels like one of those Jersey malls plopped down on the
edge of Wall Street, and it caters almost solely to tourists and
commuters.   He wanted me to meet him at a bar there, which seemed like
an even stranger choice.
I found out why he thought it was the perfect place for our date --
because ladies got 2 drinks for the price of 1.  He wanted to go there
so he could have me order HIS beer and he'd get them 2 for 1.  This got
old really fast.  Finally I suggested going back to Midtown and he once
again said he knew a great place -- Tommy  Makem's, an Irish bar where
the drunken patrons actually sang "Danny Boy."  I made up an excuse and
left on my own.  Fortunately I was walking distance from home.
The next day he called and asked me to come out to Jersey -- for a keg
party! 

About My V.D... (Valentines Day)

After getting out of a poisonous 5-year relationship, I began hanging out with a guy friend of mine whom I had known for many years. It naturally segued into a relationship. A couple months after we got together, it was Valentine's Day. Now, in my previous relationship, and in the 6-year one before that, I never had a good Valentine's Day. I would always get my hopes up for the romaticized vision of the day that the media throws in our faces, only to be disappointed time and again, or have the night end in disater. So when my new guy invited me to dinner at this country club, I declined. I was tired of getting disappointed. He begged and begged, promising me a wonderful evening. Still, I said no. I just wasn't into it. At 6pm on Valentine's evening, my bf called me from the club. He had taken his mom and aunt, both recent widows, to dinner. He said his mom insisted on my being there. What could I do? I quickly did my hair, put on some makeup and threw on a very sexy/classy dress and knock-em-dead heels and was on my way. Well, I hit some traffic on the way and by the time I got there, it was nearly two hours since he had called...still, I got caught up in the moment as I walked through the very beautiful lobby, full of flowers, laughter and classical music playing, as I spied my gorgeous, decked-out bf in the bar with a very large and stunning bouquet of flowers. "Oh, finally, for once I am going to have a nice Valentine's Day," I thought. So, I saunter through the dining room to the bar, all eyes on me as I leave a trail of Chanel No. 5 in the air behind me. I get to my bf, he hands me the bouquet, we go in for the kiss and........he promptly FALLS OVER DRUNK. His mom and aunt had left after an hour, taking his car, and he sat there sampling all of the specialty martinis while he waited for me. Soooo...no dinner, no dancing, I drove my drunk boyfriend home, then went home and cried into my roses. (Footnote: we ended up being together for more than a year, and he was the best boyfriend I ever had...till he screwed up again...)

Three's Company

I had met this guy online and he seemed soooo cool when we spoke on the phone. He had a great personality and made me laugh. We met once and hit it off pretty well. Another night he invited me out to see a band (that he claims he manages) near his house. I drove out to see him and when I get there I realize that he lives with his mother at the age of 30!!! (Strike 1) He says to me that he invited some of his friends and that they would be there shortly. A few minutes later 2 girls show up one of which was married. Not a big deal, they actually turned out to be very nice. Next the singer of the band shows up and he offers him a something to drink and makes the singer tea. Doesn't ask anyone else if we want something. (Strike 2). So we go to see this band and when we get to the bar, which he obviously is a regular, he runs to the far end of the bar to get himself a beer. Not only does he not offer to buy me a drink, he doesn't even offer to order it for me being that it was a little crowded and the bartender was taking some time to get around to my order. (strike 3, 4). I was thankful that the other 2 girls were there because at least I had someone to talk to since this guy was running around like a kid that was without his ADD medicine and ignored me all night. (Strike 5)Unfortunately, I had too much to drink and would never drink and drive so I told him I was going to rest for a bit before I drove home. The married girl didn't feel comfortable driving either so she is going to crash. So all the while he is asking me if I had a good time blah blah blah....Of course I have to be nice and say of course becasue I didn't want to start anything and have to be in a situation where I would have to get in my car in the cold and wait it out to drive. So I lay down on his bed on top of the sheets with my jacket on because he is sitting on the couch with this other girl. At some point I wake up from them getting into bed next to me and they are obviously are fooling around. (Strike 6-106). With that I jump up and let myself out and go home...thankfully I had slept long enough for the alcohol to wear off. He actually called again and I let the VM pick up. He asked me out on another date. I mean WTF!?!?

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