39 posts tagged “wine”

So things have been going well with Mr. Lawyer. I never did invite him to dinner at Epic - I decided to go on my own and have fun with my friends. He ended up calling me later that night and had us meet up with him and his friends. And, to my pleasant surprise - we had FUN.

The next day, we lazed around the apartment - cuddling, having phenomenal sex, and enjoying each other's company. I eventually got his ass up and made him go work out with me. By the time we got out and about, stopped at the bookstore and then finally the gym, we had very limited time left for our workout. We did a quick workout and then grabbed some food at Blue Barn - yum! Then, he dropped me off and said he'd be back in an hour to pick me up for the soccer game. The soccer game was awesome - saw David Beckham play - and basically just really enjoyed being there with him. Afterward, we were starving. It was late so we headed to Ace Wasabi's for sushi and sake since we knew it would still be open. We had a beer after dinner and decided to call it a night. Again, more amazing sex.

Sunday, we got up and went to church and then out to a nice lunch. He was exhausted for some reason and wanted to watch golf and nap so we went back to my place - golf, sex, and nap. I had made plans with my girlfriends to go to Mamacita's for dinner and he had work to do so we parted ways. He was text messaging while I was at dinner and since he was still at his office on my way home, I decided to bring him a doggy bag. He came home with me - again, more hot sex.

Then, I was busy until last night - literally swamped. Between soccer, track, working out,  hanging with friends, we didn't see one another until late yesterday evening. He spent the night - it was so good to finally see him - and then we had a nice goodbye this morning. I've noticed the less time I spend with him, the more he's interested in me. He's been IMing me while at work, made dinner reservations for us on Saturday, and said he WANTED to come out to my race on Saturday morning (shocker - since I didn't even invite him). He's being absolutely wonderful - I am on cloud 12.

I don't know what I'm doing but its working. I feel like we've rebuilt the connection. I am just going to continue to take things slow and let them take their course....

I'm ready for a verdict in the case of Jski versus Mr. Lawyer. We had a nice night two nights ago - a little wine at Bin38, nice conversation, and then extremely hot sex. We're still in the gray area and I hate it, I'm tired of it. My girlfriend Y is having a birthday dinner tonight at Epic Roasthouse which I'm super excited for. However, I'm not sure if I can invite him to be my date or not? I'm not sure if its off limits to hang two nights in a row since we're going to the soccer game tomorrow night? She made the rezzies for 5 which would include him.

Its almost the end of the day and I still haven't asked him about it. Ugh - shoot me now.

I was supposed to head out to the lake on Saturday for some sun and wakeboarding with an old friend from high school so I had planned to stay in Friday night. As I was driving home on Friday afternoon, I passed Mr. Lawyer and noticed a girl in his car. He had told me he was going to a "work thing"  until 10. I freaked out. I text messaged him letting him know I had seen him, that he was an asshole, a liar and a jerk. He got back to me and assured me it was just his friend from high school that he was taking and nothing else. He said, please come out and meet us - I'm with her and her boyfriend. I want you to see that it wasn't a date - I promise. So of course, I'm still pissed, hurt, confused and decide to go. I have one beer and tell him I'm leaving. He says he will leave too. He follows me home and I am pretty short with him while he sits up in my room. On Saturday morning, I sleep through my alarm and its too late to go wakeboarding. We're cuddling, he's massaging my back and then all of a sudden, we're having hot, amazing sex. Like really hot and just oh so amazing! He doesn't want to get out of bed but I eventually make him and tell him I have things to go. He asks me to go to dinner with him later that evening. I leave to go run at  Mt. Tam - do about 16 miles or so - its blazing hot out but I'm feeling good and pumped to look good, no AMAZING for my date. I get home, rinse off and then walk around on Chestnut and Union St. hoping to score the perfect outfit for my date. I find this amazingly hot dress at Bebe, a little white coat and clutch to go with it. I look HOT.

He shows up at my place a little before our reservation and I come down the stairs feeling beautiful and confident. He immediately, says WOW - you look really nice. I'm thinking, of course I do, you twit. Ha. Anyway, we walk up to Terzo, this sort of modern Italian restaurant on Union with a really excellent wine menu. He orders a bottle of wine and we share the sea bass, chicken, a delicious arugula salad and warm pudding cake with vanilla ice cream. Everything things so natural, so good as we're talking and enjoying one another, the food and the wine. After Terzo, we head over to Nectar which is a wine bar (his choice). I have to pee like a race horse and run into the bathroom almost as soon as we get there. When I get back, there are two flights of red wine tastings on our table which is totally out of character of him - he was being cute and exciting. We do our tastings and decide to head out. He's holding my hand and pulling me in a different direction than my apartment. He says he wants to go for a walk. We walk down towards the Palace of Fine Arts holding hands, talking about what went wrong and how we feel. We try to sit on a bench but the sprinklers totally get us. He seems to be asking me to forgive him for the wrong he's done, and it seems he's asking me back and I feel like I'm floating. We walk back to my place eventually and it was like the most amazing sex ever - like we couldn't get enough of one another. More than ever - I realized how much I really do love him and how hard it is going to be if I lose him again.

Sunday, we're both up early for some reason and after more sex, decide to go to church. We stop and have coffee and read the paper and then head to the service. He holds my hand through the entire service. After church, I figured he'd have to back to the office to work and I ask him to drop me off at this salad/sanwhich place because I'm starving. He says, "let's get  brunch..." Again, out of character. We head over to Numa in the Richmond - apparently a Japanese restaurant that serves brunch. When the waitress comes and asks for our drink order, I tell her water is fine and he says, two mimosas please. Again, out of character. The food was less than spectacular but I didn't care. I was in heaven just being with him. After brunch, we drop off his car to get his tire repaired and they tell us it will  be a few hours before its ready so we head over to the USF campus to lie in the grass and enjoy the sunshine. He was being affectionate, stopping every few feet to kiss me on the lips, and incredibly just romantic (again, so out of character!!!). We layed together in the grass a few hours - dozing in and out of sleep - and just being in each other's arms. It was pure bliss. Then, the tire place called and we had to get up and walk back. He dropped me off at home and headed to work. He called me to say goodnight.

While we have no solution or decision, things feel good, no they feel GREAT. But I am afraid to get myself too worked up - I'm afraid he'll just pull the same shit again. I'm terrified I'm going to get hurt again but I really can't help the way that I am feeling right now. I guess I can't define what we are - Mr. Lawyer and I are on trial right now - and I hope the verdict is in soon.

I went out with Mr. Midwest last night and I felt like I was in a parallel universe - like maybe I should have been sitting on my back patio looking out on my cornfields and six kids instead of sitting at Bin38 sipping Tempranillo from Argentina.

Mr. Midwest is a REALLY nice guy but not my type in terms of looks or personality. Looks wise - let's just say he has almost jerry curl blonde hair and is maybe 5'9. He's straight up from Nebraska and trying the big city life. He is by no means cultured - doesn't know boxed wine from a bottle, hasn't travelled much (besides his little CA adventure) and is looking for love, marriage, and children from a good, sweet woman.

At Bin38, we had one glass of wine and I could barely drink it which is a shame given how much I love their Tempranillo and I was dissapointed he didn't offer to get any food which I felt bad asking for especially since I knew I wouldn't be staying or chatting too long. I was feeling funny yesterday - had this strange pressure on the left side of my face all day - ran to track after work and then ran track practice, rushed home to shower/change and then met Mr. Midwest around 9:30 for some wine. When I got to the bar, my face felt flushed and the pressure was even worse than it had been while I was at work. And every sip I took, made me want to gag (very strange for me to gag on good wine). While I might normally use being sick as an excuse to get out of a really bad date, this wasn't the case. He wasn't a bad date or a bad guy, he's just not the man for me and I REALLY did feel funny.

With about five or six generous sips of wine left in my glass, I told him I just wasn't feeling that great and asked him to get the bill. He was understanding but I could tell he was dissapointed. I walked home and passed right out and all I thought about/dreamt of last night was Mr. Lawyer (pathetic, I know).

Then, I decided to get up early and hit the gym (as if track wasn't enough for me) and ended up seeing Mr. Lawyer. He looked so cute. His hair was like matted to his head and he was wearing these completely nerdy old man shorts while he was rocking out to his iPod on one of the girly cardio machines. We didn't acknowledge one another even though he called yesterday afternoon saying he wanted to see me. I kept glancing at him in the mirror careful not to let him see that I saw him. Ugh. I hate that I still think he's hot - even when he looks like the biggest dork in the gym. I wanted to walk up and kiss him and say something flirty and teasing like, "nice shorts old man..."

Ugh.

I'm supposed to go on yet another date with yet another guy tonight but really just don't feel like going. I am seriously considering cancelling because I know I won't  be impressed.

So after my wonderfully late night on Friday night, I got up on Saturday, had a little argument with Mr. Lawyer and then put on my game face for the Union Street Fair festivities. I met up with C and N at a house party filled with hot sausages. It was seriously like hot guy central - everywhere I turned, there were more hot athletic guys. It was a pretty decent party. :)

After a vodka soda, I started to mingle a little more. I met Mr. Midwest right as The Reverend was making his way with his friend J to the party. I gave my number to Mr. Midwest right in front of The Reverend (probably pretty obviously) and I could see the jealousy on his face. Whatever though - he's not my boyfriend. He tried to put his arm around me like he was claiming his territory and I shrugged it off like any normal single girl on the prowl would do. As the party started to die down, the group of us made our way towards the festival and decided to stop in at Perry's.

Perry's was another can of worms. The first person I ran into was The Guy I Blew Off. The Guy I Blew Off walked up to me and said, "how do I know you?" I said, "I'm not sure but you do look familiar." He said, "wait, what's your name?" And when I answered, it clicked and he realized we'd met at Harry's some time ago. He had persistently called (to no avail) for about a week. I never called him back. We kind of awkwardly joked about and then he introduced me to his group of buddies saying, "he guys this is that chick that blew me off - remember her from Harry's??" AWESOME. I see The Reverend getting jealous and pissed from the corner of my eye and it irritates me. The Guy I Blew Off comes over and says hi to the girls - N tells him how annoying he is - which was totally funny and fantastic. Then, we meet this other group of guys who were just totally funny and start telling them our names are Basil, Oregano, and Cinnamon (us meaning the girls obviously). I'm still not quite sure how that started - but we deemed ourselves the Spice Girls for the rest of the night. FUNTASTIC. Why I picked Oregano (the least sexy of the spices), I'm not sure. My girlfriends laughed at me (rightly so) and asked why not Saffron, or Pepper or even Nutmeg? Anything but Oregano. But I'd already picked it. Then, my girlfriend M showed up with guy friend M and we started boat racing beers in the middle of Perry's (yes, we really did this) followed by borrowing a flash light and getting down to search for M's lost memory card....at some point, Perry's became a lot less interesting and we decided to head to a bar.

Not sure which bar - that is all a little fuzzy. C and N left and I ended up with just The Reverend, his buddy J and these two totally random girls. I don't remember one of the girl's names but the other (no joke) was named Darling. I usually dont post real names but for the sake of capturing all that is great about this night, I have to talk about the fact that I met a girl whose real name is Darling. Hahah. So, I sort of remember doing some combo of swing and ballroom dancing in the middle of the bar followed by too many drinks...and I'm pretty sure we almost closed the place down. The next thing I know we're at my kitchen table with more vodka and tons of junk food. We're wasted. Darling, J, The Reverend, myself and the other random chick. Then, all of a sudden, its morning. The Reverend and random chick are sleeping in my bed with me. Darling and J are on the floor in the hallway. Totally freaking crazy. They leave at 5 something in the morning and I continue to sleep off my horrible headache.

The Reverend kept calling to hang out last night but I was just kind of over it. I really don't feel like spending that much time with one person and I'm not sure I'm really even feeling him. I just don't want things to move so quickly so I just made up an excuse to get out of it. Good thinking...I was so much happier to be a bum yesterday and recover from my liver damaging experience on Saturday night. :)

And this is why I am a college freshman.

So first and foremost, I need to write about Sex & the City (aka SATC). I went with a large group of ladies (duh) to the Kabuki theater - awesome movie theater because its complete with a bar! We smuggled our own champagne in as any smart girls would do knowing how crowded the movie/bar would be. Girls were literally dressed to the nines - dresses, hot shoes - and all for a movie! I LOVED every minute of the experience. We had a few glasses of champagne in the bar and then headed in to the movie with glasses smuggled from the bar and more champagne.

I don't want to give anything away for those who have not yet lived through this amazing experience that is so much more than a movie but all I will say is that I laughed, I cried, and I fell in love. :)

After the fabulous movie, the girls and I headed over to Festa, a karaoke lounge nearby. It was pretty much the greatest place ever - well, as far as karaoke lounges come. We had some cosmos (duh) and ended up staying at the bar till almost 4 am!!! No joke - the bartenders loved us so much, they kept open till 4 am for us - which was pretty much the most amazing thing ever.

As I made my way home, I noticed messages from Mr. Lawyer. I was drunk enough to call him back and basically asked him to not speak to me ever again (again, again and again). UGH.

So first and foremost, I need to write about Sex & the City (aka SATC). I went with a large group of ladies (duh) to the Kabuki theater - awesome movie theater because its complete with a bar! We smuggled our own champagne in as any smart girls would do knowing how crowded the movie/bar would be. Girls were literally dressed to the nines - dresses, hot shoes - and all for a movie! I LOVED every minute of the experience. We had a few glasses of champagne in the bar and then headed in to the movie with glasses smuggled from the bar and more champagne.

I don't want to give anything away for those who have not yet lived through this amazing experience that is so much more than a movie but all I will say is that I laughed, I cried, and I fell in love. :)

After the fabulous movie, the girls and I headed over to Festa, a karaoke lounge nearby. It was pretty much the greatest place ever - well, as far as karaoke lounges come. We had some cosmos (duh) and ended up staying at the bar till almost 4 am!!! No joke - the bartenders loved us so much, they kept open till 4 am for us - which was pretty much the most amazing thing ever.

As I made my way home, I noticed messages from Mr. Lawyer. I was drunk enough to call him back and basically asked him to not speak to me ever again (again, again and again). UGH.

The name is of course stolen from my girl NEW YORK (yes, I went there) but I met my own Mr. Boston on Saturday night. I went to meet up with some old college pals for tapas at Picaro in the Mission. After chewing Mr. Lawyer out earlier that afternoon, I was ready to have a little fun. I met up with my college friends (yes, guys) and had this fabulous tapas dinner and way too much sangria. I was planning to meet up with my friends S and B in the Marina later that evening so told the boys I could stay in the Mission for one drink before heading back. We went to Blondie's and I immediately ran into one of my old interns (I swear we run into each other everywhere). We start talking, he introduces me to his friend who is visiting from Boston and then all of a sudden, my college pals are gone. His friend, Mr. Boston, is cute but way toooo preppy and put together for me. He also acts a little too young for my taste so I know right away that if anything, this is just for some flirting and fun. After I realize I've lost my friends, the ex-intern, Mr. Boston and three of their guy friends decide to grab a cab to the Marina. We start off at Mauna Loa and then head to Balboa and then finally end up at Monaghan's where we start playing Photo Hunt (and what a fun game that is). I'm pretty drunk at this point...tagging photos of naked women in the bar will do that to you....and I guess Mr. Boston decides to walk me home.

He comes up, goes to the bathroom and comes back to my room to find me totally asleep...I wake up in the morning and he's there. I laugh to myself when he tries to snuggle me and then realize I'll have to put a stop to it before it gets started. I basically tell him that it ain't gonna happen. He's cool with it (surprisingly) and we just lie there and talk for an hour before I give him the "its time to get outta here" cue. We never even kissed and still he texted me later to see if I might want to hang out that afternoon. Riiiigggghhhttt. Instead of texting back or hanging with him, I go meet Mr. Pearl Jam on Union where he's walking his dog. We end up walking and talking the entire city - from the Marina to lower Pac Heights to the Haight and back. It was a lot of fun actually. Afterward, I went home and called The Friend to make brownies. The Friend came over, we ate some dinner, made some brownies and basically got stoned out of our minds. My friends always think The Friend and I will date - but no such luck for him/them.

The next morning - still in my stoney stupor, Mr. Pearl Jam calls and invites me to Sam's with some of his friends so naturally, I'm in. We had a few Bloody Mary's, beers and some food and then after hoping the sun would come out, decided to call it a day. His friends were this super cute couple - an aussie and a very cool, down to earth girl named N. I was so tired when I got home from Sam's that I decided it was movie time. Mr. Lawyer called and wanted to hang. SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. For some reason, I let him. He came over, barely talked to me, watched the movie, ate dinner and then fell asleep and left early this morning. No kissing, no cuddling, no anything - which is good -  but makes me wonder why he was there at all?

I need to cut him off from my life...ugh! Its an unhealthy addiction. Dates galore this week - how does a busy party girl keep up?

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 met this English guy who we'll call The Horny Teen-ager at Circa a week or so ago (yes, the same place where I got dumped a week ago by Mr. Lawyer). From the get-go, I knew The Horny Teen-ager was too young for me. I mean, we're only technically less than a year apart but in mental age, I'd say we're more like a decade apart.

For the first date, we grabbed a drink the night after we met. The first thing I noticed was that he was a total pretty boy - too much gel in the hair, a pseudo faux -hawk, and way way overly expensive jeans. While I understand that he's European, I still wasn't a fan. He has a total babyface so we got carded the minute we sat down at A16 which I definitely thought was funny. Anyway, all in all the first date was ok. The second date was dinner. I had a race early the next morning so told him I couldn't stay out late and nor did I want to. We went to Panta Rei in North Beach - I could sense he was hoping I wasn't too hungry although he did pay. After the restaurant, we grabbed a beer at Tony Nick's and he made a play for my face. Literally tried to suck me up in one swipe. I did the not so fast hand maneuver and somehow got him off of me gracefully. We said goodnight and he didn't seem too miffed by the whole thing - well, except he called me a cab from the corner but didn't offer to pay. So, he called and texted all weekend. He was dying to see me again so he proposed a Sunday night movie. I had some errands to run so we went to the Haight first, grabbed some food and then headed back to the Marina to catch a flick. I noticed during dinner that he was sporting a hicky on his neck. I laughed to myself. Then, we looked up movie times and nothing was playing till way way late and I was pretty over having to hang out with him for that many hours. But low and behold, I didn't have to. He instantly went for it - pounced on me and tried sucking my face off again. He got upset that I wouldn't kiss back and then only tried harder. I called him out on the hicky. First, he tried to tell me it was from wrestling with the guys (and I'm thinking or your middle school aged girlfriend?) and then he admitted to his little love fest the night before. He came up with a million and one excuses about his drunken state and why it happened all while I kept insisting that it didn't matter to me either way. Eventually, he pounced again - only this time I could feel him on my leg - GROSS!! So I swatted at him and said, "down boy..you remind me of a horny teen-ager..." He got off, looked wounded and made some jack-ass remark about my sex drive (as I'm thinking - what do you know little man) to repair his own ego. I let it go.

He left without saying goodbye. I laughed myself downstairs to give the download to my girlfriend B. Later, I received several text messages from him saying how cool of a chick I was, and how much he liked  me. Right. I wrote back in the nicest manner I know how, "Aw, thanks but I think its best we're just friends. We're on a different page in our lives right now. I wish you all the best in your SF adventures and to many more hicky-filled nights. Cheers, Jski."

I thought that would be the end but got a text from him this morning asking me to grab dinner with him later in the week. Are you serious? Boys..teen-agers...geez.