kiwifruit's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sex and the (rainy) city Twas a dark and stormy weekend.... The serial dater prowled the streets. She ate and drank for free (which was a good thing because she had $40 to live on until her next pay check). I will remain silent about the gory details to protect he innocent....but here are the highlights.... Thursday - 30th Bday party. Drank many Absolut and tonics (with lemon instead of lime). Went to Velvet where there was some awful party with lots of stylists and models - hightailed it out of there as soon as possible. Not alone. End of subject. Friday - raining cats and dogs. Truly miserable weather. Ventured into Manhattan despite my misgivings - for free lunch. Went to Patsy's with my mates from my previous place of employment. Ate lots of pasta. Went to the gym and ran. Went home and curled up in bed for the remainder of the day/night. Saturday - did laundry (gasp!). Almost got in a brawl with a Jamaican woman who refused to speak to me or acknowledge my existance (normally this is fine, but it was here JOB to give change my hard earned dollars in to quarters). Felt very bitter until another laundrymat regular struck up a conversation with me, so I felt better. Went to the gym. The copywriter called, made plans for the evening. Five minutes later the investment banker called. Already had plans, made plans for next weekend. Starting to feel very popular here - waiting for the other shoe to drop. Went to Gonzales Y Gonzales for dinner and Brittanica for drinks. Decided the copywriter was a decent guy cuz he has seen every Woody Allen movie and owns a copy of Annie Hall. Didn't go home alone. Sunday - Easter. Jon called in AM, sounding forlorn. Told him I had gone on a date. He got cranky, reminded him that he broke up with me. This shut him up. I think he was planning on reuniting again, and probably again and again... He was moaning cuz he had to work that night. He bartends at a restaurant frequented by actors who are legends in their own minds. I told him it would probably be busy, full of all the actors who had nothing to do on Easter because they had forsaken the ones they loved for their careers. They could all sit together and cry in to their beers. Jon was not amused. Went to Lucille's for an Italian eating marathon. No comment. Good food = many hours at the gym. Watched Sex and the City. Got jealous of SJP's fabulous outfits and fat free body. Decided all the women on the show had better be practicing safe sex with the alarming frequency that they have sex. Condoms = good. Monday - work, work, work.....made plans with copywriter for Friday, investment banker for Saturday. Still maintaining my freshly minted virgin status. Will do so for a long time. Dates may decrease dramatically once men realize this. 09:56:05 - 2000-04-25 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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