8 posts tagged “sushi”

Somehow the night I met Mr. Boston, I also managed to give my number to some totally random guy in Balboa. I have no idea, when already surrounded by a group of guys, I managed to meet another totally random dude. Oh well - makes for another fun story.

So Monday afternoon after I return from Sam's with Mr. Pearl Jam, I had a voicemail from The Random Balboa Guy saying he was so happy to have met me because I'm "not only gorgeous but also intelligent.." POINTS! So, I call him back and we talk for a bit and decide that Thursday would be a good night for a dinner date. As I'm about to hang up, I say, so J, what's your last name? And he says, that is my last name - S is my first name. He has two first names and I heard him say the last name on the voicemail thinking it was the first. Oops - guess I gave it away that I had no recollection o f meeting him. Hahah.

So anyway, apparently I'd also made plans with The Reverend for Thursday night. He was in my hood late that night so we planned to meet up. I figured I could do both - get home from dinner around 10, hang out with The Reverend - and then, everyone's happy.

The Random Balboa Guy picks me up on Thursday..comes to my door, opens the car door to his beautiful little silver Audi and says he's so happy to see me again. He's short, not attractive but very gentlemanly and smart. We start driving north and am pleasantly surprised to learn we're headed to Sushi Ran in Saulsalito which is the bomb.com (actually went there with Mr. Lawyer for Valentine's Day - ugh). Anyway, as we're driving he tells me he's a consultant, starting his own VC and went to Dartmouth undergrad and then to Harvard for  business school. Wow - smarty pants!

Dinner was great - good food, he ordered, was sincere and pleasant so I hung out and had a drink with him. It was really nice - he didn't try and make any moves, parked and walked me to the door at the end of the night and didn't try anything funny - just said goodnight.

Anyway, I finally check my phone once I'm inside and I've received like 80 text messages...some from The Reverend and some from my friend, B who happened to be at the same bar as The Rev. The Rev's texts annoyed me so in my sake state (yes, with sushi there must be sake) I decide to call him out on them. It was a weird conversation and not very nice on either of our parts. This morning I realized how ridiculous that really was so I decided to be the bigger person and say sorry. We're cool now - we'll hang again on Sunday - so we'll see.

YAY - so happy its Friday!!! Sex & the City tonight with the ladies...HOOORAH!!!

In the midst of The Horny Teen-ager madness this weekend, I also managed to go on this amazing sailing trip with this guy who I semi-dated (who know has a girlfriend) before Mr. Lawyer and a few of his friends. It was the most amazing thing I've ever done - we were out on the water for close to 6 hours - spray of the ocean, the cold wind, the thrill (I honestly never knew sailing could be so thrilling) and the group.

I was a little nervous to go along at first being that I only knew The Tall Hot Blonde (guy I dated before Mr. Lawyer) but showed up at the Pier anyway. I had finished an 18K race earlier in the day so was feeling a little tired but ready for another adventure. When I got there, it was just me and him. We chatted, caught up, and he gave me a tour of the boat which happened to be 50 years old!! Then, his friends started arriving until there were 12 of us - and two happened to be cute, single, and very eligible guys. I was a happy girl. There was also a couple on the boat, G and L, who were ridiculously nice and fun.

We sailed all around the bay together - from the Pier, around Alcatraz and back to the Piers to watch the big KFOG Kaboom concert. We didn't have an anchor so we literally just drifted around the general area where the concert was taking place, had some champagne and chatted. Then, we watched the fireworks from the water....and returned to land. By the time we got back to the docks, it was close too 11 pm and I was exhausted! One of the cute, single eligible guys, also known as The CEO, drove me home and asked for my number so he could take me out to dinner (sushi dinner to be exact). So we'll see.

The other guy, Mr. Ocean Beach is still a bit of a mystery. I wonder if I'll run into him again....or how I will run into him again....muah hahahaha muah hahahah...

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.

This weekend was quite possibly the best weekend ever. It officially started Thursday night because my favorite cousin (more like sister) was in town from Chicago with her new man. I had a soccer game so invited them all to come over and drink wine with me at my place in my stinky soccer clothes. We drank too much but had a blast laughing and talking. Friday night, Mr. Lawyer and I went to Naked Fish for sushi and sake and then met up with my cousin, A and her man, N (also a lawyer type) at Mauna Loa.  Friday night we drank too much (again) and passed out after some hot sex.

On Saturday, we decided to head out to my parent's house for Easter. It took us awhile to get there because we had to stop for lunch, a car wash, and then we hit traffic. We made it just in time for dinner with my parents, their friends and my best friend  J. We drank (surprise, surprise) a shit ton of wine - all really good wine - and then my mom busted out the karaoke machine. And I'm thinking, if Mr. Lawyer must truly like me to put up with my crazy ass family. We were all hammered and karaoked until almost 2 am!! I couldn' t believe it. Mr. Lawyer and I passed out on the couch at some point and I woke up early in the morning (still in my dress) and moved us into the bedroom. We were all hurting Sunday morning and made our way over to my aunt's house for Easter brunch. We had a lot of food, mimosas, and family time. Mr. Lawyer was itching to get back to the house to watch his  basketball game as my aunt just moved and has no cable, Internet, or anything else yet. We went back to my parent's house and me, cousin A and J decided to lay out by the pool - thank god for the sunshine!! Mr. Lawyer came out and joined us after awhile and everything just felt amazing....I was with my two favorite girls and my really hot and awesome guy.

We drove home last night late - he drove the whole way and carried all of our things up to the apartment. He let me sleep and then woke me up this morning as he was heading to work early and kissed me on the forehead and said nice things. I couldn't be in a better mood today. :)

On my way into the office I talked with cousin A. Her ex really wants her back and she had to break up with him again this morning. I know she's hurt but I also know she did the right thing. She doesn't want to be with him, is dating someone new and he really needed to know that. She told him that she was dating someone - but not who. She sounded so upset. but like I told her, better that he knows so he can move on.

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. :)

Last night, I rushed home from work, went to the gym and then headed out for a night out with the ladies.  We started with dinner at Ace Wasabi's and it was just like old times (AKA college) only more grown up. Instead of the cheapest sake on the menu, we tried something with a citrus essence (haha) and ordered the sushi we wanted rather than the cheapest thing on the menu. And what was the most grown up is that we were talking about my girl friend's wedding plans everything from the colors, the bar situation, hotels, etc. Weddings! Us! Unbelievable....

After dinner, we headed out for some drinks.

First stop was Balboa Cafe - for a Wednesday night, it was popping. From the minute we walked in, the vultures were all eyes. The guys just stared and stared and stared but didn't have the balls to come talk to us - well, unless you count the couple skeezy ones that made their way over. We laughed and talked about guys, claimed the hot ones in the bar and then after a few drinks decided to dance. We walked to Hi-Fi but it was DEAD so then back up the hill to Mauna Loa. Perfect. Good Crowd. We got some guys to play our songs on the juke box (AKA Britney and Tupac) and then played the longest game of pool ever. Literally, we were all so bad, we only sunk balls on accident. Haha.

At some point, Mr. Lawyer to Be called. I hung up on him because it was too loud and I couldn't hear. He texted. I texted something ridiculous back - to the equivalent of "Night, Hot Stuff!" What? Are you kidding me? I'm so retarded sometimes...

After a few more drinks, we decided it was time to trek home. One of my bestest spent the night. We ate chips in bed and watched "Sex & the City" till we passed out (it was one of those nights).

This morning, I felt really happy. I love my friends. I'd rather hang out with them any day over some dude. Its a miracle what a night out with the girls can do. I'm happy today eventhough I got my first traffic violation this morning - illegal left turn - oops. Shit.

I think I will stay in tonight. I know, its Thursday and all but I literally have no clean clothes and need a couple cute outfits for the weekend...:) Getting my hair cut tomorrow too - HOORAY!

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.

I'm going to back track a few weeks because its only appropriate that I start there....I was recently engaged - to whom I thought was the man of my dreams - which obviously is not the case any longer. We'll leave that story as it is for now.  My first real night on the town, I met the "Mr. Perfect on Paper Standford Grad Guy." He bought me a drink. When I said vodka soda, he bought me a Grey Goose and soda. When I turned around rudely and started talking again with my friends, he tapped me on the shoulder politely and asked if he might get my number so he could take me out sometime. I thought, sure like you're going to call. A few days later, he called. He asked me out to dinner and I thought, sure why not? Free food....right?

The date is for a Wednesday.  No good party girl sacrifices her Tuesday, Thursday, Friday or Saturday nights for a date with Mr. Perfect on Paper Stanford Graduate Guy. He calls and says, where should I pick you up? I'm thinking..even better...how many times do guys in this city offer to pick me up for a date??? So, I'm liking the treatment. He comes in a cab from downtown and let's just say that is way across town....we go to a nice restaurant, he spends at least a couple hundred. We eat, we talk (or rather I ramble as usual), we laugh (or maybe I'm just laughing at my own jokes), and then we call it a night. He takes me home in the cab, I give him the old pat on the back..and say "thanks Mr. Perfect on Paper Standford Grad Guy."

As I hurry my butt up the stairs (its Wednesday, its late, and I'm tired), strip out of my hot little  number and take the make-up off my face - I think where is the umph? Where was the chemistry.  Maybe he's too nice, too perfect on paper. He text messages me about 10 minutes later. He had a great time. What can I say?