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Poilce-Guy Date 1

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So after about 2 weeks of texting and phone tags, traveling and anticipation… we met up for a spontaneous swing dance lesson as I got back a day early from Baltimore! I almost didn’t call since he was getting back from NC and a 13 hour drive! We met only 11 block from my place and he paid the cover, telling the host to let me in, he’ll be on the dance floor!

He was kinda sparkly and giddy when I arrived! Still cute! Really good looking man! I might have been better watching him dance for a bit before jumping right on in. Lesson learned! “Give some space and observe the surroundings!”

Well, I was greeted with a huge smile, a hug and the “something curled up inside of you and died” breath! WOW! OK, so let’s dance! Swing isn’t too close and can be very fast.. let’s do it! OK.. well not only does he have ZERO rhythm but his feet go not know how to follow each other let alone the actaul steps. This is NOt good for me. we’re in a lesson and the man has to be the LEADER in this type of partnership. We ladies follow by the MAN giving clear signals to us as to what he wants us to do. As the woman, we are here to follow our man and look pretty! It’s showed by hand holds and body position. Now, I thought for sure he can do the basic swaying side to side, even if not mastering the chasse , the back step is crucial. I was a dancer  growing up and dancing and kissing are my 2 favorite things to do in this world! Oh, NO! In a partner dance the two must be paired well and I guess my mind trickles into the resilience  and resistance of fluid movement with him. OH NO!!! He’s so cute and we get along so far.. Oh, there’s that breath again!! Ew! Oh, NO!! He looks  like he’s scared but wants to have fun! That’s good! the willingness to enjoy even the journey. “I guess you can see I don’t have that great of rhythm”, he smiles bouncing and tripping over himself as almost in jest but it’s not! It’s not in jest! He’s hopeless on the dance floor. “Back Step. No matter what else you do if you do the back step, then you can always find your way back and then your partner knows what she’s supposed to do.” I say as I find myself leading and teaching him, almost scolding in a way or at least it could feel that way, I’m sure. The teacher keeps looking at us and screaming the “back-step, back-step” in our direction as to give me a “well, good luck with THAT one” kind of look!

After what seemed like forever.. the lesson was over and I lead us to the bar. After a drink or 2 his breath calmed down a bit but the buzz in him brought many hugs and too close,  sweet talking. It was now time to go and he walked me out, again, me leading the way.  when we arose from the underground piano bar, he held my hand as we glided down the street. Well, not really! It seemed as though his knees were tied together and only his feet moved. I had to take a look as he bobbed up and down, swaying with each clumsy step. OH NO!!! We got to my apt a mere 1 block away and his breath was back. I gave him a hug, he went in for the kiss. I gave him a hug and said goodnight and he tried for a kiss which landed on my cheek with another hug and before it got too weird, I was in. OH NOOOOOOOOOO!!! Why?? It could’ve gone so well but the death breath, the opposition of rhythm and the stumble walking makes three strikes and I’m out! I wish I wasn’t so picky! Or vain!! Whyyyyyyyyyyyy???

# 9 Artist-guy

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He was about 30 minutes late and sweaty as all get out! Drippin’ beads of moisture and apologetic even after setting up the whole “date”. He’s an artist here in the city. A painter.

I’m literally watching him wipe a fountain of sweat from beneath his dark locks. The gap in his front teeth  gives him a boyish charm. He used to be a firefighter but 911 kicked that out of him. Apparently a failed marriage and “meds” have brought him to this point. The conversation turns slightly heavier than one would suggest for a first “meeting” but he seems to enjoy himself suggesting another bar after the sushi experience. Not the most open with experimentation  though with a bit of nudging a willingness peaks out. Rigid? Scared.

Off to the dive bar a few blocks away, I buy him a beer. He tells me he’s having a wonderful time with a look of surprise on his face making me smile inside with a calming giggle…

I think there’s too much here for me to have to dig through.. Gonna have to pass. Next!

Police Guy-3

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Surprised him at the train station. Well, he said that there would be roses and trumpets playing when I got off the train but I showed up 4 hours early! He was supposed to be gone… surprise!! I had to track him down and ruin my plan by calling him to find him b/c walking all the way around the entire station didn’t seem to work. He’s CUTE! Got a bit of a belly which surprised me, being NYPD and all. Thought they were supposed to be really fit to catch the bad guys and all! Bad Boys, Bad Boys. whatcha gonna do?..

I was exhausted and only sort of cute from a 2 hour drive, a dash to make an earlier flight, a train and a walk around the station.. all before 11a. Still think I made a great impression! We had a cute chemistry standing outside a Pennsylvania Hotel watching people go by! He does not have good breath! Kinda like a stomach issue where something crawled up inside of him and died! Maybe he needs to eat something? He leaves tomorrow for a few days and my mom gets in today.. so a good ol’ fashioned getting-to-know-you will again have to wait! I can handle it!

Police-Guy 2

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Police guy-2

In Virginia we spoke on the phone for about 2 hours! Easy.  He SOUNDS like he’s from NY, I know…but the accent was strong! Seems like a cool guy! He likes to go swing dancing. Says he’s not really that good but he’s taking lessons. That’s a positive note! Willingness to do something different? Check! I could talk to him for hours with a kind of “yes, and” feeling. Laughing comes easy! We seem to have some stuff  in common with relation to  family , life..(except that with his job, he’s not going to be moving to join the force somewhere else, I would think, even for me). Don’t know how motivated he is to go further in life or if he’s content being content where he is.

Lincoln Center

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Sitting solo in the Lincoln Center on 62nd and Columbus as the choral sounds of young, eager vocalists fill the amphitheater. Ominous undertones, harmonic dedication. a melancholy beauty. Peace trickles through my mind as my body is fighting for reasons unknown. The theater feels empty as the youth combined does not fill the space. Stragglers trickle in between movements and other scurry to manipulate their surroundings, taking advantage of the vast open.

#8 Police-guy

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He’s an NY police officer. NYPD!!  Been through 911. so there’s some stability there.. either that or a real nut job!! Does he have an angry streak? I tried to see him in person while he was guiding traffic for the Gay Pride Parade in the village! On 2nd thought… the village at gya pride? Think I’ll pass. Could’ve been nice to get a glimpse! He’s sent me a pic and he’s got a great smile and beautiful eyes! Let’s see when we actually meet..

He’s from the area, Queens and is living with his parents right now, saving money. I guess he’s done a good job since he is super excited to have just signed the loan docs for his first condo! Finally a great bathtub that he gets to pick out himself! The rewards of ownership!! I get that!

We seem to just “get” each other even in text where the interpretation can be lost on expectation! Our texts go on forever. He awakens me with either “Good morning you insanely good-looking person” or “hot person” or something like that! It’s a nice way to wake up after all. If you had to be called something, right? He likes that I’m positive! I agree with him 😉 He seems that way, too.

Going to Virginia for this job puts a damper on us actually getting a chance to meet. Oh, well, Guess when I get back but then he leaves as well…we’ll figure it out if it’s meant to happen!

#7 Prickly Gumba-guy

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That’s the best way to explain him yet I don’t know if he’s Italian.A Gumba! I actaully gave him my number as he lives in Long Island and had agreed to come to the city to meet. We spoke a few times and I was impressed by the follow through (for the most part)..when he said he’d call, he did. Kudos for that. His voice was gruff and his humor almost obsolete. Like in a constant distraction of sorts? He told me of  his days in LA where he was to work at one of the most famous Talent Agencies but decided to come home after a pill addiction he had acquired.

When he arrived in his thin white t-shirt and bright blue jeans, hair newly cut just a few hours before… his palk-marked face and thinning doo was less than desirable. You know when you meet someone from the internet.. the pictures are not always a great representation of who they are. We walked to get a burger close by, which he gave me cash for as I had taken out my credit card since I didn’t seem him reaching quick enough. Thought I’d pay for my own. No need for him to feel led on by buying me lunch and it was the least I could since he had come all this way from the Island. We sat as long as the food was on the table and he was ready to head out. Not sure what he had in mind but sitting in one place was definitely not it. He wanted to visit a music store or walk through a “cool shop” since he was in the city and not for work. Turns out he’s like a talent manager for Lawyers… cool way of explaining it, I thought.

I was squeezing him in-between appointments tough would have definitely asked him to come along if there was interest on my part. We even spoke of that while he was on the train. After a few minutes of aimless walking he asked to go to a park and fortunately for my all-day walking agenda I knew of a close one. We sat there feeling the wind pick up as the rain was threatening for hours. About 15 minutes after we sat he was ready to move again. “Coffee”, he said. “Think I need some coffee, it was a long day yesterday.” And coffee it was a block away. I thought chivalry was ensuing but instead it was a bad ear that placed him curb-side as we walked. He took his sunglasses of so we could see each other and his eyes were sweet, almost innocent then I accidently brushed against the prickles of his newly shaved arms and noticed again, his red dotted neck and chest from the super sexy shaved look and the thought of gagging was apparent. I had about 30 minutes to walk 1 block so we headed in that direction. (I count Avenues as 3 minutes and Streets as 1 minute walking time) so we bid our good-byes after he suggested he could wait for me to finish..got out of that one as the day before the appointment took 2 hours and I had yet one more to get to. I suggested he go to the village to find the music stores he so desperately was looking for and with a strange one-armed hug and a missed cheek kiss. I was off.

About an hour passed and I received a text “Hi! How did the audition go? and about 10 minutes later.. “hi! How were the auditions?

2 hours later when I received them as I was walking from one to the other and didn’t check my phone, I responded “They were great, thanks. Hope you found the music store.”

His response about 30 minutes after, “I’m back home. Having dinner with a friend”… less than 5 minutes, “whatcha  up to?”

Now I was walking with a beautiful man at this point, the one from yesterday that had met me after my last audition and we were on a ferry by this time so my mind was not with the gumba-guy AT ALL. I responded when I saw it about an hour later.. “dinner w. great cousin”, which yes, was a lie but I was supposed to have dinner with her and she called to cancel so my day was free to roam.

“Ah. the lady that called? was a few minutes later followed by.. “hello?” at about 7p

At 852am I received, “Good morning! Ignoring me? which I was not around my phone for as I was still in bed thinking of my wonderful evening with Toes-guy.

At 1010a another from Gumba, “I think I;m going to go with someone else. I thought you had a cute face but you seem to drifty and non commital for me. I am looking for some one dedicated and set. I don’t even think you would act like a true friend. good Luck.”

I which my response (30 minutes later) was.. “sure. Thanks and good luck to you.”

“See what I mean. You’re flakey. Bye.” was the last message from him… I thought… but 2.5 hours later… “By the way. Just a little advice coming from someone in talent. Don’t go to auditions in skirts like yesterday if you want to work. You’re not trying out for a 16 year olds part. Put on some tight jeans and look profound.”

My skirt, btw was a knee length, black , cotton skirt. The same one I got a callback in from the audition I went on in the AM. So he basically met me, dated, me, had a relationship with me and then broke up with me, critiqued me and gave me advice all in one day. It took a bit of effort to not respond “you’re a prickly, palk-marked ex-drug addict, gumba that I have no interest in. I’m not a flake and have a very nice career, thank you very much”.. but what’s the point? I already have 1 stalker-ex that I DID actaully date over a year ago.. I don’t need one on this coast that I barely even met.

EW!! Creepy!! NEXT!!

toe guy, too

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I awoke this morning with a small void as he is now in Miami. We spent most of yesterday walking around the city after my appointments and a brief  “meet” with Long Island-guy. I talked him into, with little persuasion, to find me at the juice place in Union Square. He had been clothes shopping and looked amazing in kick around clothes as the day before had left me wondering if he was a stylishly challenged?Though we were both in work out gear. BUT… SO HOT!!! Holy Crap!! So Union square it was and a kiss “hello” kickstarted our mood for the day. So comfortable with him that it’s uneasy at moments. Sometimes I look at him and think.. “holy crap, you’re so young” and others… just feeling the strange, intense connection. He’s searching for something… balance, closure, stability, peace, calm… the ability to “let go”. We take a peek in a few clothing stores on our way down to the Wall Street Pier. He’s humoring my desire to ride the free ferry to Brooklyn again today. He wants to chill at my place, get out of his constricting shoes. He takes his shirt off as we walk down Broadway and if he wasn’t a model formally for Abercrombie and Fitch, I might have minded. did I mention he was HOT? Phew~! some strange looks were given and even a comment from a man “It’s a perfectly good shirt, why’d he have to take it off?” as he walked by us. I smiled. It was a very sticky day. Clouds threatening to open up and pour upon us. Our energies didn’t match today and were the opposite of the day before. I was bubbly and energetic, he was contemplative and stoic. We stopped in Dumbo for some of the best ice cream ever!! Wicked (anchiote chili, mexican-chocolate) and Salt and Pepper (sea salt, dark chocolate chips and black pepper). He indulged my craving and we were back on the boat. I wanted to see Williamsburg and he still desired the calm comforts of my apartment, which I was leery of as I wasn’t ready to change my energy nor bring someone back my home.