Car-guy afternoon awkward ride


OK.. Car-guy wants to see me before he goes off for the another Wedding weekend somewhere. We agree to meet near my old hood in Hell’s Kitchen. I was around the corner and he was DRIVING to Columbus Circle. He said he was a minute or so away and 15 minutes later, I was called to get him some change and that the “lights were taking a long time”. NOW we have seen each other what, like 4 or 5 times by now?? He has NEVER, not once been even close to on-time and seemed to have lied each time about why. I would have walked had I known it was going to be this much trouble.

“I have to dress up next time I see you,” he comments as he wears a track jacket and shorts, cap and tennis shoes. I think I’ve seen him in pants once and it was raining that day. No harm… “Or I get to stand near you in public next time you don’t” I joked. He’s got this weird thing about public displays of affection and I’m not talking making out on the street corner. Well that too, but I’m saying more like… don’t stand too close, rub up against or have ANY contact in the slightest while other people MAY be able to witness – kind of creepy. SO…WHERE ARE MY CLUES???

We find a parking place for the Mercedes that is NOT his since he’s borrowing it from the friend that crashed his car in the Hamptons a couple months back; illegal u-turns and down the street backing while lane changing… and I can see WHY his car would have been totaled. Actually it was a bit impressive, as scarey as it was to pretend I was not scared shitless. Walking to Columbus Circle, I in my Electric Blue Coat and heels and him in trackers carrying a shirt to be returned, we enter the “mall” and he says, “I’ll meet you in Crate and Barrel because I don’t want you to see me go off of these guys for making such a crappy shirt that I have to return after one wear. I’m gonna go OFF and you probably shouldn’t see that.” UM… The clue is WHERE?? I’m left to fend for myself in a mall of all places?? One of my LEAST favorite places on earth? FINE!

I attempt to walk around but angst sets in and I head to Whole Foods instead. Gosh, I really despise the mall. I text him that I will be in the chips section and to find me. When he texts back he says he’s looking for me so I come out to find him so we can go get lunch and I find him buying himself pizza because he “couldn’t find me”. Really? What’s the deal?? We had this issue 2 other times before when we were supposed ot grab a bite and he said he wasn’t hungry so I got something only to find that as soon as I ate my “tide me over snack” he was ready to eat or he “grabbed something on the way” another time. CLUE??? Anytime, here!! So, I ask him if we are still eating and he has “forgotten”. “Sure! But it has to be quick since I have to get to the plane.” Um..OK.. I’m STILL there, mind you.

We go upstairs to the mall’s “food court” and by this time it’s been about an hour after we were called to meet up for a bite and I’m hungry and a bit dissatisfied with the way this is going. We each order, him a quiche and myself a pulled pork sandwich. He says “we can share. It’ll be romantic”. I go with it, still smiling and hoping for the best. His quiche takes longer than he desired so he was getting a bit antsy and since I can’t touch him in public, I have no way to assure him it will be ok.

He takes a couple bites of his nuked egg souffle and about half of mine (since we’re sharing) which he liked better though complained it might hurt his stomach with all the sauce (to which there was not much of). Then he proceeds to pour 2 packets of salt on his quiche forgetting of course that we are to share it, offers me a bite after laughing “oh, guess I shouldn’t have done that, huh? It needed the salt though, it wasn’t very good.” Then snaked my last bite of meat out of MY sandwich and shoved it in his face. OH! THIS was NOT COOL! I instantly shot him a look which he took in as I sat there silent and in awe of the disrespect and lack of common courtesy. What an ASSHOLE! MY last bite of the almost half of sandwich I was almost allowed to scarf down because of his time restraint after being held off 20 or so minutes, been sent to get change, cast off to the depths of MALL-Hell, hungry and now my last bite stolen from my mouth?? REALLY?? CLUE..HEY if you’re there… PLEASE show yourself. Send me a sign that I’ve had enough of this one. Just ONE tiny glimpse of a sign!!?? ANYTHING!! I was STUNNED! “That was NOT cool!” were the only words I could get out. “NOT COOL!!” “What? there was barely any meat in there. You got ALMOST a half a sandwich. That should be enough for you. You weren’t paying anyway.” Again.. stunned!! Silent!! SIGN?? CLUE?? Come on!!?

As I walked NEAR him, on the same side of the street, back to the car with him now knowing by my head shaking, eyes down, arms crossed silence… That it was indeed.. not cool! OH YES!!! I’m still there. What am I thinking I’m gonna to salvage here and WHY?? This is NOT the guy!

“I can’t even touch you. Not in the car. On the street. Anywhere that is presumed ‘public’… That’s NOT OK with me” I manage to get out. “This is not our best time together”, he recoils. “What was your best moment of the last hour?” he tries to regain his footing. And I try to play along though I’m fuming, “I’ll go” he blurts out. “when I ate your sandwich was not the best part, though there wasn’t much meat left in it so… when I got my shirt replaced”. So much awkward silence filled those 20 blocks with him stressing about getting me back downtown so he could “make his plane”, which I found out was actually in Boston and he was picking up a friend to drive up together because the flights were cheaper and he hadn’t packed and REALLY?? What was I doing there?? “You know you can just let me out here, it’ll save you some time” I said. “No, I can’t just leave you on the corner” he replied. “No, you can. I love to walk and it will save time and I here would be just fine.” I continued. “Well, I’ll take you to the next corner”, he smiled like a puppy dog who knew peeing on the carpet was wrong. “OK, so That was FUN. Not one of our best days. And there really wasn’t much meat left for you to be mad at.” were the last words I heard him say as he kissed me on the cheek. “It’s really not about the meat”… And I closed the door and began walking home.

What is with me that I feel I have to be the “nice girl”? not to “rock the boat”? Afraid that “he” may not like me that keeps me in situations waaaaaay longer than I really need to be? HAVE I gotten it yet?? the SIGN?? the esteem shoved in my being?? ARGH!!

car guy date day


Sooooo on my walk to the East Village… I run smack into? Car-guy. I mean literally as I’m walking down we run right into each other. He had been running, which was funny to me in a way since I’d only ever seen him after working out. What a strange way to meet. again! We confirmed our plans for a couple hours later and we were off!

THAT put a huge smile on my face and actually made me miss the one errand I had to do before looking at an new apartment to move into. I mean I was holding the bag with the shoes I had to return as sprinkles of water touched my flushed cheek blushed with excitement of seeing him a few hours later… AND I was still holding the bag after walking from West to East. Totally side tracked and completely forgetful.

I walk out of my apartment hunt and head on down to meet him… seeing a text “Is 1145 suitable?” SURE! 15 minutes later? no big deal!! I can walk back to the store and return the shoes 🙂 I give him and call and he says he’s about 5-9 minutes away in a cab. Which is only a little weird since it would only take him 30 to walk the distance anyway. Whatever. So… NOW we agree to meet in Union Square instead in 10 minutes. WELL? I get there in 5 walking. Return the shoes in another 7, walk back upstairs? And he’s still not there.  “Where you at?” is my response to his “sorry” text. “Did you get lost? (wink face) “Chicken out?” “Repelled my Union Square?” I continue. “Fall in a manhole? “Haha 17th and union sq” he replies. Get out there and I’ll meet ya. Sitting on the Union Square steps in front of the horse. So… only about 30 minutes late and having to call me since he could remember what I looked like, I guess? we sat on the steps with drips of rain dampening our plan of walking the city.

He said he had high hopes of a blanket with wine to picnic (which I don’t know if I buy, exactly). Our jokes were timed well, comfortably uncomfortable flirting and blushing. He spoke to my dad on the phone as he was sitting there while I talked to him making plans for his arrival next weekend. Then a couple of phone calls I had and a few texts he returned.. we walked through the park to bench it and complete our business when the sweeeeet smell of fresh poop wafted in. Being polite, he sniffed around to make sure it wasn’t me as I pointed to the mound in the shape of a large rat sat across from us next to a man that may have been homeless? Car-guy thought didn’t notice it until we walked by flinching at the size and texture of the “human quality”. The disheveled man jumped back when he took notice as well and Car-guy and I ran with that one for most of the rest of the day.

He took me on a stroll through the Village dismantling his 1st thought of French Macaroons in the UES. (I’ve been to Lauderie alreay both in Paris AND last week with a friend who was as equally obsessed and salivatory , if that’s a word? but if a guy makes a plan, even a bit of thought… I’m gonna let him think that its the BESTest most original plan ever, especailly if he’s excited about it). Soooo.. Joe’s Pizza it is! Have I been? Sure, years ago. Is this my first time THIS TRIP to NYC? YES! First time! And I enjoyed my slice there more than Bleeker Street Pizza, our 3rd stop, which I’ve also been but never with car-guy… soooooo… it was also a first! We DID wander in for a beer at a bar in-between because of the 3 piece band and sweet 40’s tunes.

Desperately seeking out this tiny bakery in the Village that displays columns of cookies in the window, we set out on our next phase. Peering through a shops’ window, gay Thug porn titles were everywhere which enhanced our attraction in a way to each other or “comfort” in open speech. Stopping on a stoop for a spell of word exchange his mom is a teacher, dad was a firefighter but died when he was young, sister has a new baby… he suggested swimming at the Gansevoort or a nap at either of out places. We both had a few more hours of free-time before he had a dinner and I was to meet a friend. The swim was turned down for “woman reasons”, which he was impressed by my eluding honesty so my mailbox was our next in line.

Failed bathroom attempt and a few more yawns we plopped down on a bench in front of a coffee shop next to my mailbox in the W.Village. I sat behind him resting my chest to his back and he was out! Body twitching, slight snores and head bopping. My legs crossed slept my right lower leg and bent my back a bit. LITERALLY fell asleep ON me. Broad daylight. People walking past, stepping over him as they grabbed a cuppa. 20 minutes later. “That’s a skill”, he said, “to make people feel so relaxed. I can’t believe how much better I feel. Did I snore? I fell asleep!” I know. Your body twitched and made deep breaths but you were good”, I replied . I guess it is a “skill” of sorts, though there are few men that I’m around that don’t fall asleep on me and I’m not sure what that really says about me?   I have a chair back in LA that is for sleeping. It’s so overly comfortable that whoever sits in it, falls asleep. I LOVE IT!!

Within 5 minutes of him waking he was like a different person! Almost spooked in a way? “Gotta go!” “I want to grab a cuppa hot chocolate, you can walk me there” I said, a bit perplexed. He seemed spooked. He agreed to walk me, did not buy me my cuppa, used the bathroom and we were on our way into a cab back up town. Now, I’m not a huge fan of cabs and since he was late on account of the traffic, which I’m not totally buying but let slide since he said he took one so he’s be early for me. I wanted to be early for you, I’m sorry I was late. I really did want to be early or at least on time”. Suddenly he had to grab the keys to his car, go back to the W. Village, move the car, go to the UES to pick up some signs for his weekend trip to drop off the car again and get ready for his dinner. Where did this all come from?? In his head while he slept on my chest? It was so abrupt! Talking about how some girl squished some special hats when she mailed them from Brooklyn.. it was a flip of focus in a way. From me to… anything but! And in the beginning… this is our FIRST meeting, really, spending time in front of each other.. no matter how comfortable you are. We’ve really JUST MET! Pretend you’re interested all the way through to the end. OR OK! Don’t do that but whatever happened… that was weird!

We shared a cab which he was going to drop me first but since I didn’t want to be in the cab I went the few extra blocks to his destination thinking I’ll go run some more errands and walk back. He was so flustered, he almost had me pay for the cab. NOW from my previous experience… thought I paid for the beer since it was cash only and he paid cash for the pizza… I was NOT paying for the cab! Nor should I ever pay for the cab until we have been dating for a period of time in which will not come up before I go back to LA next month!

do I say next? did I misjudge this 31 year old? Maybe just that? Maybe just too young for me or just not the right fit? who knows… Just a weird ending and an awkward hat in the way cheek kiss… and separate ways. poof!

Car-Guy preview


I’m kinda liking what little I know about him. I DID find out that he’s a do-gooder; started an organization to help underpriveledged youth through a Basketball program. NOT an actor 🙂

He’s super interested in me and hey, to be honest… that’s a refreshing feeling. The chase. The anticipation. The excitement of actually sitting face-to-face tomorrow after what seems like an excrutiating amount of time… all of 3 day ago when we had our street-meet. Either he’s really young or just THAT into what he thinks, the built up idea of me. we really didn’t have more than a 7 minutes conversation under some scaffolding.

He’s growing on me. 🙂