Thursday, May 14, 2009

This Is Getting Old....

Ooohhh-kaaayyy. In the past week, I have been hit on by old men!! I shouldn't say old, but older, but yes indeed, old. The oldest of them all, a seventy four year old man was by far the greatest. Now first off, he was a good looking old guy. Really, he looked good and you could tell he was hot when he was younger!! Well there he was chatting with me--and his wife in in the room, complete with family--and he asks me:

"So you want to fool around on the side?"

I started laughing. How cute!! This old schooler just comes out and asks, but yet asks in a way that he acknowleges his having a wife. You gotta love the old school.

"You're a married man. I don't think I could." I was trying to be nice. I was trying to be old school too. I smiled warmly.

"Come on," he says and grins before saying the most hilarious thing I have heard all week, "It's OK. I go down, I eat pussy." And he grins again.

When I tell you that I was shocked that something like that would come out of the seventy four year old man's mouth, I mean I stopped for a second, stared into his eyes for like ten seconds (as he's still flashing me his pearly whites--and they were pearly I tell you), and all I could do was smile again, give a little giggle and say, "Oh, you dirty little boy!!"

Well of course I immediately ran over to my gay barback and told him what happened and the two of us just died for like ten seconds. This guy was a trip.

Then the next night I walk into my bar on my night off and one of our regulars who lives across the country that comes to our place when he's in the city, is sitting there. So he's an older guy, about fifty four I believe and he's from LA so he looks pretty good too. So he and I are chatting and he starts dropping hints about wanting to have fun outside his marriage because he's been with his wife since high school or something. Again, I was like, what? Another married older man wants to fool around with me? Is this like Fleet Week for married old guys?

Well the next guy that tried to get at me this week is a guy that I actually know. He's in his mid-sixties and we have known each other for ten years now. He loves to try to have me up to his house all the time, which is in Westchester, but I get the feeling he likes me to be on his turf a lot. Because it's his big, gorgeous house, and I can't get away so easily. Not that I'm saying he's a pervert or anything, but that too is an old school move: get the lady in your house especially if it is in the country so she can't readily just leave. You can always try to convince her to stay. I bet that's how the Christmas song Baby It's Cold Outside was written. But anyway, I had dinner with my friend, a he did try to pull the "Stay Here" routine. But I had to get back home and get things done.

You know, I like hanging out with older gentlemen because it's classy, they aren't jerks, they have money (thank god!! Sorry young, hot broke guys....), and they have a lot of stories to tell, which personally I dig. I think that's why I attract a lot of older men. I think they like to tell their stries and I like listening to them, and I understand what they're saying and if they're good looking, I lay some more charm on them. I can't help it. They're older, they deserve attention too!! However, it's actually been a long time since I dated a much older man. Perhaps I should give it another go....but god they'd better not be freakin' married!!

Sunday, May 10, 2009

The Virtue of Patience

So here it is, all this time later and I have still been waiting on the bartender guy that I have eyes for. But befoe I get into that, I'd like to discuss a comment I got from one reader that stated that I should not be meeting men in bars, but to go out to museums and movies and the likes like that. Well, I think in a big way, he is right!! It kind of sucks meeting people out drinking late night in bars. However, I have tried other alternative courses of meeting men here in good old drunk NYC, and let me tell you, it hasn't worked out for me...

I am a very good pool player. I joined a few league teams. Oh my god, can I just tell you that the men in the leagues were so not attractive, and they really were awful at socialising with any kind of attractive women (namely me). The other women on the league teams were....um....homely. The women that were actually attractive were obviously smarter than me and formed their own all female teams and stuck together. However, I was on co-ed teams and like I said, NO to the pool league team guys.

I am also an avid cyclist. I joined cycling clubs a few times. Now, there were some cute guys--just a few--but they were all taken. The rest....um, no. Either too short, too skinny, not my type or not around enough because they were training for a tri somewhere on Jupiter.

Museums here in NYC are full of tourists and almost always packed. This is not conducive for socialising. Plus meeting a cute guy who is visiting from Germany is not going to do anything for me.

Who the hell talks in movies?!?!

The subway. Oh god HELL NO. That's why I ride my bike as much as I do.

I do not sit in coffee shops. I don't hang out at Barnes & Noble. I don't really sit in the park (I'm too busy cycling it). I am not in school.

I am a bartender. So obviously, that is where I meet the most people and do most of my socialization. It sucks, but that's the way that it seems to have turned out. Not only that, but most New Yorkers do their socialising in bars. Sad, but true.

I have been very patient in finding the right guy. And that patience has also proved to be useful in waiting oh so patiently for the crush I have now. Things seem to be moving at a snail's pace for us, but I do get the sense that he at least likes me too. And for now, that is all I can hope for, because as I stated before, I don't think that the men in New York City are for me. I'm just not that giggly, accommodating, overly soft girly-girl. And I think that is what's killing my love life here. Yet paradoxically, I am an incorrigible flirt. Weird, right? Not that I am trying to be mean or I want to be a tough chick, it's just my personality. I also think that it shows me during courtship who is a wuss and who is a real stand up guy. Personally, I hate wussy, overly sensitive men. I like a man's man. And yet, here in the big city, capital of the world, still I wait to meet him.....