On Friday night, I went out for a rooftop drink (or 5) and post-mortem with my colleagues. Along with the elevated stress levels were a unfeasible number of fireman drinking in almost every bar on 2nd Avenue, due to a wake.
Gentleman - if you want to become instantly irresistible to women, become a NY Fireman. I swear, they were fighting them off the whole evening. You could almost smell the pheromones in the air. Of course, there is the obvious downside that you'd regularly have to put yourself in mortal danger...
The next morning, I was relieved to find I wasn't suffering from a hangover, but instead I had four new mosquito bites on my leg. It seems the body always has to pay a price.
Next stop - spray tan. What a disaster. The women did a below average job and I decided to shower most of it off, because I was effectively imprisoned in my flat because I left tan wherever I went. Anyway, when I woke up this morning it still seemed to be there (including on the palms of my hands - great). Judge for yourself - sorry for the dodgy mirror photo
I was invited to a Giant's game on Saturday, but decided to pass based on my last baseball experience. Instead, I headed out solo into the big city.I headed over to The Gramercy Tavern, as I remembered from last visit over seven years ago that it was an extremely pleasant place.
Despite arriving at 6, the place was already packed and I took a place at the bar and ordered a bite to eat.
My first conversation was with a charming wall street chap with impossibly white teeth, who was conspicuously waiting for his date to turn up. All the way through our conversation, his eyes nervously twitched towards the door, I imagine in fear of getting a roasting for chatting to another woman.
When she eventually turned up, I got the sense they were in very early days of dating and that she was a goldigger.
My next conversation was with a gentleman named Eli Escobar, who (according to his business card) is director of corporate operations for Gurhan He said I could check out the website, and that he'd be happy to do me a deal on anything I was interested in, but something tells me it's a little out of my price range.... We swapped reading recommendations over his martini before he headed off for the evening.
When he left, an attractive blonde women bagged his seat, and after a while I realised to my surprise that she was out alone. We struck up conversation and basically spent the evening drinking wine and chin-wagging. She was one of those impossibly intimidating career women who actually like going to the gym. She's relocating to NY and hence was at a bit of a loose end (as was I). We swapped contact details and agreed to meet up in future, and I wasn't at all surprised to find numerous hits when I googled her today - my new new york friend
At some of the part of the evening, one of her friends stopped off - a very sweet guy who turned out to be head of counter-terrorism for NYC and was off for a drill at Penn Station. As you do on Saturday night.
I then headed back to my flat and on the way back:
a) got invited by a band unloading their van to come and watch their performance for free... I took one look at the bar they were playing in and politely declined
b) narrowly missed getting into the US Open party at the W (dammit!!). I was in a convenience store and a guy who worked in the W was in the queue, and told me all about it. However, he was just getting off his shift and wasn't allowed to socialise there afterwards, but offered to get me in. I thought it seemed a bit rude and pushy so politely declined, although actually I really wanted to go.
So, all in all quite an eventful evening. And I got home alone and unscathed.
1 comment:
Wow, you look hot. If you had a guitar in your hand, I'd be on the next flight over!
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