Needed: Man for Heavy Lifting

It’s that time of year again… the time of year that when you live in a 150 year old building and don’t have central air, you need to take that huge 500 pound AC unit and put it in your window… the one of two times of year I realllllllyyyy wish I wasn’t single (the second time, of course, being the fall, when the AC has to come OUT of the window).  #firstworldproblems.

Sunday night I asked my ex, T, if he wanted to get dinner with me in Hoboken.  Coincidentally, on Sunday I also had a suitcase in my car that needed to get up three flights of stairs to my apartment, as well as a very stubborn clogged toilet.   Guess it was just good timing that I was hungry & hadn’t seen him in a while… so both of those things got taken care of.   Now it’s hot in here.  I need to get back on match.

The dating circuit has been slow.  I’ve hung out with the Architect a few times over the past couple of weeks (referred to in this post:  Recycling (Men)— name changed for anonymity-sake).  I was with him the night before my cousins, Megan and Mark’s co-ed baby shower/BBQ, when T-Diddy texted (and called…several times…in a row…) asking what I was doing.  When I finally replied, telling her I couldn’t talk and I was with the Architect, she of course, demanded a photo.  He was obviously sitting next to me during this stalkage, when I was saving a photo off of his facebook page to send to T-Diddy because I knew she wouldn’t rest until she had one.  Her response?

“I APPROVE!  This guy is the hottest one you’ve dated ever!  We are planning on leaving at 9:00 tomorrow morning.  Bring [Architect].”

My response:

“Mother are you kidding me?!  I’m not bringing a random person to a family party in Maryland.  Although I do thoroughly appreciate your approval.”

I think T-Diddy is getting desperate.

The next day we took a family road trip, Carissa and me in the backseat like old times.  T-Diddy asks, “Soooooo…. what do you think of [Architect?]”

“He’s fine.”

“Wellllll what do you think he thinks of you??”

“Ummm…. he’s probably thinks I’m fine too… just whatever.”

Not the explanation she was looking for, I’m sure…. but there’s really no other way to describe it.  He’s kinda mysterious.  And he has plump lips.

We get to my family’s house in Maryland for M & M’s baby shower, and it was so wonderful to be there.  We used to go way more often than we have in past years, including every other Thanksgiving, and spending time with my cousins putting on plays in their basement, rolling down the hills in their backyard, and eating 20 different varieties of cereal in the morning are favorite memories from my childhood.  I got to see my little cousin Megan about to pop with Amelia Grace, who arrived just days afterwards, as well as my other cousins who I don’t see nearly enough.  Stacy, my soul-cousin, introduced us to her new boyfriend, Ben, who has apparently been caught up on my blogging.  As we’re all sitting at a table on the lawn discussing life & the dating scene in the NYC area, Ben is thinking of some friends in Brooklyn he may be able to set me up with.  He’s deep in thought, and then asks,

“So are you into grungy guys with beards and long ratty hair?”


Why did I say yes??  I don’t know.  I don’t think I meant it.  “Long, ratty hair???” Come on, Ben, you can do better.  Shampoo and a haircut, and I’m in.

In other news The Irish guy, (The Guy from the PATH) asked me to go out to dinner last week.  I was busy.  All week.  And I didn’t really give a crap about going out to dinner with him.  Since I’m a pushover, as I’ve mentioned multiple times before, I didn’t actually tell him no.  I just pushed him off.  So he suggested this week.  We’ll see…

As my strange life goes, I dated a National Champion Halo player about a month ago (yes the video game…. as referenced in several previous posts), and yesterday I came home to Halo 4, the game, in my mailbox.  I don’t know why.  I don’t know how it got there.  It wasn’t addressed to anyone; it was literally just a brand new video game sitting in my mailbox…. which, by the way is INSIDE the first locked door to my building.  I don’t have xbox.  I don’t play video games.  I’m confused.  The Halo guy didn’t put it there.  I texted him for the first time since we parted ways, and he thought it was a strange sign.  He said Halo doesn’t just show up.  I don’t know… maybe it does.  Maybe it’s just a promotional thing that everyone gets Halo 4 to try it out?  Go figure.  I offered it to my brother, who does have Xbox, and he suggested that instead, we sell it and then go to Green Rock.  (DOLLA BEERS Y’ALL!!!!!!!).  I’m TOTZ down for that plan!!!!

This week is a relatively slow one on the social scene.  I have a girl-date with Meg tomorrow after work, and the Architect asked me to do drinks on Friday.  He’s working on a super swanky apartment building on Central Park which I’ve been drooling over photos of, so he suggested I come see him when he’s done with work, so I could check out the building, and then go out from there.  I’m so nosey.  I want a moment in the life of the rich and famous, so I’m actually really psyched about that.

Maybe I can get him to install my AC afterwards.  (jjjkkkkkk).

xoxo Gossip Girl


5 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. mom
    May 21, 2013 @ 21:13:27

    What about that hot pilot?


  2. mom
    May 21, 2013 @ 21:28:30

    You know that you never need a man. You have daddy and me!


  3. Andy
    May 22, 2013 @ 00:43:42

    Chase can sometimes be so practical. What’s TOTZ?


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