8 posts tagged “restaurant”

I had an interesting night last night to say the least...I had a happy hour event with my running club right after work at Kate O'Brien's downtown - there were about 30 or so of club people and friends of club people. The Reverend had been asking when we would hang again and when I told him I was doing the happy hour, he asked if he could meet me there. I said, SURE. So, we get there and I'm mingling with all my friends (guys and girls) and having fun. He knows several people in the club from races so I don't feel the need to babysit him or anything. Anyway, he gets kind of pouty, clingy and possessive and starts to drive me crazy. I'm thinking - BACK OFF - we went out like ONE time!!!

So after watching my Lakers lose (sniff, sniff), this guy B who was definitely trying to hook up with one of us girls invited my girlfriend C,  The Reverend and I for dinner. I accepted. We walked to this little Italian place, Umbria right by the bar and basically were kind of rowdy and raunchy talking about sex, vibrators, love, and everything in between. The Reverend was even more pouty at dinner - barely looking my way - obviously something bothering him. B paid for EVERYONE's meal - sweet deal if you ask me - and then we leave the restaurant and B and C say they're going to meet up with some folks at another bar. I tell them I'm just going to head home and they offer me a ride. The Reverend says he'll take me - I say, "are you sure? I thought you had plans in the Mission?" He says its fine. We get in the car and he starts complaining - "why did we have to have dinner with that douche bag? And why couldn't we have alone time?" and wah, wah, fucking wah. I say, "look, to be honest, I think you're great but you're moving way too fast for me. I'd like to hang out with you but we need to slow it down and maybe just see where things go from there.." Like the little child that he is (and mind you this is also after he had attempted to plant one on me), pulls over right by the Ferry Bldg (so obviously not close to my home) and says, "this isn't working." He more or less kicked me out of his car. I got sidewalked - which I must admit, is a FIRST.

So there I am...pissed the fuck off...standing on the Embarcadero late night and there is not a single cab in sight. I call my friend B (girl B) and it turns out she's across the street at Americano with friends. I go and join them for a bit and then share a cab home later. At Americano, she helps me write a text to the fabuolous and charming Reverend...and it goes a little something like this (mind you, there was champagne involved in the writing of this text):

"I hope you know you are an ASSHOLE...classy move to leave a girl on the sidewalk at night alone...Grow up Reverend - or go back to seminary school. I mean, seriously - WWJD?"

He never wrote back, apologized, or anything. I'm still pretty shocked that he acted that way but at least I know now...

Friday night was my first date with The Reverend. He called around 7:45 to let me know he was still in Berkeley (AKA running late). I said, cool - grabbed a glass of wine, turned on some music and chilled. In the meantime, my friend B called so I told her to swing by. The Reverend called again to let me know he was close and I told him B was with me and would likely be joining us...whatever...it was too late for dinner and crazy 1 on 1 date time...but just right for bar hopping. He showed up a little after 9 looking pretty cute - he has a great butt - and we had a glass or two of wine at my place. Thank God for B - she grilled him on everything I was wondering - can reverends have sex? drink? cuss? He said yes to all thankfully. :)

After a few glasses of wine we headed over to Horseshoe Tavern which was a super crowded sausage fest -- I swear I'm always on a date when the sausage are out in full force. Oh well. After a drink, B decided to leave as she had been drinking all afternoon before that anyway. He and I decided to keep moving and walked to Balboa, then Mauna Loa to shoot some hoops and then last stop City Tavern. Oh, and somewhere along our course he bought me a slice of pizza...yum....Anyway, at City Tavern he asked if he could kiss me. So we kissed. And yes, now I can say that I've kissed a reverend. He's a good kisser - very sensual and sweet. After our last drink there we headed back to my place and  naturally I told him he had to stay over because I couldn't allow him to drive home after drinking as much as we did.

We hooked up and I stopped things before they got to sex. Damn though - almost sex with a reverend? Is that possible?

I'm not quite ready for things to move this fast which is why I probably blew him off to hang out the rest of the weekend. I want to see him again - I'm just not ready for the physical yet. I'm still not over Mr. Lawyer. :(

I did some major retail therapy yesterday and realized break-ups can be good for one thing. I bought my very first size 24 pair of Seven jeans ever!!! I'm so excited. I know many people would wonder why the f* I care...and if you do, well just know that I'm a total girl about these things.

I had time to kill before meeting Mr. Analyst (the guy I met in NYC during my client's media dinner) and his friends frmo business school for drinks. We were meeting at the Westin on Market so I figured I'd go to Bloomie's since it was only a block away. Bad move. I spent way toooo much. But, maybe it was just what I needed.

Anyway, met up with Mr. Analyst and his buddy at the Westin bar, Ducca and had a couple of glasses of wine. Then, we went to Ozumo and had this amazing sushi dinner and sake. YUM!! We closed down the place talking....it was totally fun...and the best part was, I got out of there without spending a dime. When I glanced at the open bill (about $400), I thanked the lord that it wasn't my card going in there. :)

Tonight, I'm headed out with Mr. English boy for dinner but can't stay out late. I have a race in the morning and have to be up early and ready to run...

Tomorrow is also sailing day..we'll see how it all pans out.

So last night was the most confusing and horrible night of my life. My world just kind of shattered. Here I was blabbering on about how wonderful my relationship was and how in love I am and then boom, it all comes crumbling down and I'm still not sure why.

A friend of mine's company was throwing an AdTech after party at Bong Su so I invited Mr. Lawyer to join - free appetizers, drinks and lots of people. He gets there - everything's fine - he's smiling, we're normal. Half way through the cocktail hour, the waitress accidentally spills an entire tray of blue martinis on me...in my hair, all over my back...totally awful and humiliating. So instead of crying, I'm just kind of frozen. When he doesn't really offer to  help me and doesn't offer sympathy, I get super upset and just say, "please, can you for once stand by my side?" because he was defending the waitress and so on and so forth. His response, "why don't you find someone else then?" "WHAT?" Then, my heart just sinks and my legs feel weak. I stand there dripping, frozen to that spot in the bar and I feel the tears stinging the back of my eyes. He says, "let's get out of here..." and we go to his car. He comes up, lies down on my bed and stares off.

He says, "I don't think its working." I say, "what? why?" He says, "I'm not 100% sure about you - and I'm not sure if we should keep doing this if I'm still unsure." Sting. Major sting. I plead, cry, ask for answers but he doesn't want to talk. He starts packing up all his things eventually. I'm crying. He comes back in the room at some point and we talk. I tell him I'm not ready to lose him, I love him, how can this be happening and so on and so forth. He is pretty adamant that its just how he feels. He ends up staying. I literally stayed up all night beside him - watched the clock 2, 3, 4, 5 am. I finally fell asleep a little after 5 but had to be awake an hour and some later so that didn't do me much good. 

We got up and took a shower. I tried talking again. He said he didn't have an answer whether we were done for good or not. He said he was unsure. What? He said if I needed the decision right then and there then he was going to go pack up all his things and get out of my place for good. Sting 2. I couldn't stand anymore and literally just slumped over and cried in my hands on the shower floor. "Why, why, why?"...and more crying..."please don't do this...I love you..." etc.

After the shower, we tried to talk some more. He got angry and didn't really want to. I cried some more. He left and kissed me on the mouth. I emailed him as soon as he left. Basically saying the same things. Don't throw this away - how can you do this? Why are you doing this? What's the reason? I don't understand. He wrote back, let's talk this afternoon.

So that's that. Where that leave us - I don't know. All I know is that I'm sitting at work trying not to cry. I've got a busy day and then I'm supposed to have my big race this weekend...not good to be exhausted but what can I do?  My relationship is probably ending and I'm back to square 1.

I'm still in shock. Total and complete disbelief that this is happening. Things felt so right. But he's "unsure."

I feel like a new woman today. I got a really cute hair cut yesterday and rushed home to change before Mr. Lawyer picked me up for dinner. I wore my classy but sexy little black dress and my new hair cut without a clue as to where we'd be going, how he'd be dressed, etc. He picked me up in his suit - so freaking cute - I wanted to just maul him in the front seat. Then, he told me we were going to a sushi restaurant in Sausalito!!! He did plan. He had called on Monday or something and made reservations. And the place was so me. First of all, sushi. And second, sushi. And third, really good sushi. No, but really it was a wonderful valentine's day afterall. He scored major points. And the sex afterwards was fabulous. :)

I've been crazy busy both socially and at work....

So an update, Mr. Engineering Nice Guy and I did end up meeting up on Sunday.  We had coffee, hung out for about an hour and then I had to go - I had laundry to do.  We went out again last Friday...dinner at Foreign Cinema - YUM - then some wine and then we met up with my girl friends at the North Beach bars. All in all a good time - but sparks were not flying (well, not for me anyway). He texts me on Saturday to say he had a great time and he can't wait to see me again. I think about meeting up with him - briefly -  and then get over it.

 Anyway, Saturday was a busy day - I run, I hang out, and then I get a call from Mr. Striking Blue Eyes on Saturday afternoon.  

A little background: I met Mr. Striking Blue Eyes last winter. He's a friend of a friend who came to our cabin last winter. We snowboarded together the entire day he was up there - the ex (who I was still dating at the time) was having jealous fits mainly because Mr. Striking Blue Eyes was a way better snowboarder and lots of fun. I definitely thought his personality was attractive that day on the mountain but didn't think too much more about it because well, I was with someone else at the time. Anyway, I ran into him randomly on Tuesday night outside of Boccadillo, a restaurant downtown, while I was waiting for another date to arrive (which we'll just say was awful...the dude had Vienna sausages for fingers - shiver - gross). We recognized one another right away, chatted quickly, he asked about the ex and once I said we're not together any longer,  he asked for my number. I didn't remember him having those eyes while we were in Tahoe.

Anyway, he calls Friday and I say I'm already busy (I had a dinner date with Mr. Engineering). He calls again Saturday and invites me to meet him for a drink around 9:00 at the Cantina.  I agree to meet up. I didn't know what to expect - what I remember about him is that he's a good snowboarder,  he's fun, and he talks really fast....what I didn't remember were those irresistible baby blues.  I text my girl friends and tell them I'll see them in an hour or so but that I'm making a pit-stop to have a drink with "a friend." 

I walk in to the bar and immediately I'm startled by how hot he looks and those eyes - those damn baby blues. Pleasantly startled. He orders us these crazy drinks that taste like Thai food cooked in a crazy amount of fresh ginger. He's friends with the bartender and they talk about writing. He's a journalist (hot). 

I begin to realize that he's slightly crazy, talks too fast, is always moving, always moving, always moving, and trying very hard to impress and I like that. Especially the slightly crazy part. He's exciting and different.  We have fun at the Cantina, too much fun, but my girl friends are wondering where I am. I text them back that I'm on my way and ask if he'd like to come meet up with my friends. He says, sure. We go meet them at Rye - order a few drinks then we're off to Le Colonial where we dance and drink some more. My girl friend tells me she loves him, he's hot, and that I should totally go for him. He's definitely made it obvious at this point that he's going for me. We're having fun and getting more and more drunk by the second. Last call. Dammit. My girl friend says she's not ready to call it a night so we head to Suite 181 for some after hours and dancing. We dance. And the drinks, the music, the physical attraction are getting to me. We kiss. He's definitely hot.

I wake up the next morning, go on a long run, and then he calls (he just got back from a long bike ride). Perfect timing. He wants to make me dinner. I say, sounds great. I'm smiling the rest of the day. I go to my best friend's birthday BBQ that afternoon and I'm giddy, thinking about the night before. The psycho hose beast ex is calling and texting - he wants to go to the BBQ and why didn't I invite him? Really? Come on psycho hose beast - really?

Mr. Striking Blue Eyes is making me dinner tonight - Excited.

The day after the pool party, we wake up in beautiful Woodside (me and the ladies, duh) and have a delicious breakfast, hang by the pool, and then head back to the city. I have dinner plans that night with Mr. Lots in Common Guy (or so it seemed).

He texts me during the day - gives me "missions" like I'm a secret agent - one of which is to pick a restaurant (since he's not from the city) - DONE. He says 8:30...I make a point to be ready...then I'm sitting. It's 8:30, 8:45, 9:00 - finally a text (good damn thing because I'm about to wash my face and call it a night)...he's running late...ok, fine, shit happens. 9:15, 9:30, 9:35...finally...he's here. I walk downstairs, hail a cab, and we're off. We get to the restaurant and he doesn't have cash to pay the cab - fine, again, shit  happens. I pay.

He tells me that I "dress real sharp." GAG. Within seconds, he has the menu open, then closed and says, "I know what I want!" Ok, I wait. I wait thinking surely he'll ask me what I want or if I want to share a few things...its sushi afterall??? He doesn't. The waiter comes - he orders for HIMSELF. He orders beer and two glasses without asking me what I'd like to drink. I order food and smile politely as he starts to talk.

The conversation basically goes like this: "Hi I'm Mr. Lots in Common Guy (or so it seemed) and I'm wonderful. Did I mention I'm wonderful? I'm so great. I'm really an amazing person. Most people would have to agree that I'm wonderful..." GAG. It never ends. I roll my eyes, play with my food, don't drink my beer (which annoys me even as I write about it), and take it all in. After about 30 minutes of his endless arrogant chatter, he starts to psyhco analyze me. He tells me that he can tell that I'm the type of person who doesn't feel appreciated by others...huh? You can tell all of that from me sitting here eating, not talking, and listening to your pompous ass talk? What? So I humor him - I say, "you don't say...." and he goes on...apparently, not only do I  not feel appreciated but: I'm also not assertive, I'm shy, I'm not street smart, I'm a pushover in relationships, I've never been in love, and I'm submissive...I roll my eyes, I smile, and say sarcastically, "wow,  you've got me all figured out, don't you?" He answers with "I'm just really good at reading people."

Our food is just about finished and he's already ordered like 3 more beers and continued to drink while my first glass remains untouched. He continues to drink, to talk about himself, psycho analyze, and drink, and talk, and drink. I continue to pretend I'm listening, roll my eyes, look at the clock on my cell phone, and try to figure out the best way to escape. I say several times, "how about we get the check?" He orders two more beers. Now, I'm annoyed.

I somehow survive through two more beers. The check comes (he paid, thank God). Its now pushing 12:30 am on a Sunday night and I'm thinking - not only did he waste my Sunday night but he also cut into my sleep time - dammit. I jump from the table, bolt towards the door.  We take a cab back towards my place. His car is parked nearby. I jump out of the cab, say a quick good night and thanks for dinner and leave him standing there. He's obviously had a lot to drink and he's obviously wondering how he's supposed to drive home. At that point, I could've cared less.

A wasted Sunday night....and the guy wasn't even hot. Oh well, at least it was free dinner.

So before we get back to Mr. Lots in Common Guy (or so it seemed), I'll give you a snap shot of the following weekend:

A Friday night date with Mr. Great on Paper Stanford Grad Guy - Friday night ladies - that's right, I gave one up for this guy because he said the name of a restaurant I was dying to try. Anyway, we went to a nice restaurant, again ordered almost everything on the menu, again a nice bottle of wine, again ok conversation (I think I did most of the talking, surprise) and again no real sparks (at least from my end).  He spent a grip (we're talking hundreds just on dinner).  Then, we went to some club - forgive me, I can't remember the name...we had shots, we had drinks, we danced, I looked around and thought, what am I doing in a club on a date???? All these guys....all these beautiful guys....stop looking...you're on a date. We danced, we drank, and we said good night and went home. No sparks - so good on paper.

Next morning, my girls and I head to Woodside for a BBQ - they tell me rugby boys will be there in short shorts, in droves even. I'm excited. I wake my a$$ up, put on my hot bikini, little white dress and we're off.  We stop on the way to get the alcohol, the food, everything else you need for a successful pool party. We get there and we have the pool, the lounge chairs, the Dorito's and the alcohol to ourselves. We tan, we float, we talk girl stuff. Then, a few hours later, the rugby team arrives. Hot, hot, hot. Unfortunately, many of them came with attachments. As the day goes on, the alcohol flows and we've been throw in the pool almost more times than I can count - my friend (whom I love but hated at this moment) takes it upon her drunk self to pimp me out to a guy she has decided is right for me.  And - not to mention - there are two absolutely skeeeezy ass guys who try and corner me at some point - YUCK - and no thanks.

Back to Mr. I'm Too Young for You but I'll Try Anyway Guy....(the one my friend is trying to pimp me out to).  He looks about 17 and he talks like he's 13 - literally heard a voice crack or two while he was spitting game at me. GROSS. He tells me "age doesn't matter..." I try to be delicate - "it matters when you're not even old enough to go to a  bar...it matters..." He keeps trying. He won't leave me alone. I escape to get more champagne and bury myself in an alcohol haze so I don't have to think about being hit on by a teen-ager. I'm standing, talking, drinking, laughing with the girls and all of a sudden - BOOM - sunglasses fly off, my drink and ice cubes go flying out of my cup (which I managed to hold on to) - and I'm in the pool barely breathing. The little shit rugby tackled my ass into the pool, knocked the wind out of me and then expected me to "like him..." Gee, he forgot to pass the note with the YES/NO/MAYBE check box! 

 Then the day becomes night, we're drunker, little man is still up on my shiz, and I'm still trying to get away, and my drunk friend is still encouraging him to try....we start playing Catch Phrase...he tries to "cuddle" me and then I just get mean...Mr. I'm Too Young for You But I'll Try Anyway Guy got dissed and went home by curfew. I'm pretty sure he threw my shorts in the bottom of the pool on his way out - sweet revenge....