This is where it gets fun…
My sis twi luckily finished up breaking down all the security stuff so she was free to hang w/me for the rest of my visit. We rolled out of bed late (so much for our plans to go to the gym), and met up with Twi’s friend, Moonshine, for lunch at a place called Citrus.
We had lunch at Citrus. I’m not exactly sure where this place was since Moonshine picked us up in his govt vehicle (and showed me the siren and intercom system, heh) and took us to the restaurant. Being that we were on “official police duty” or whatever the sign in his car said, we got to park anywhere. In New York. Roll up to a restaurant, park the car. Done and done. Now that’s VIP.
After lunch, Moonshine dropped us off at the Montel Williams studio. That’s right. Montel. Twi had called around to various shows for tickets, and Montel was the one who responded to her last minute requests. So we went and stood in line, etc. However, when we were finally let into the studio, we realized that the guy at the front had given us two tickets w/the words “VIP” written on them. At first, I thought everyone had VIP tickets, but then Twi and I looked around and noticed that we were just 2 out of a handful. That got us a little nervous…what exactly did VIP mean?
I guess I should explain that I was wearing this tube top dress thing over jeans. If you took a picture of me–a head shot–it would look as if i were naked from the mid-chest up. Maybe thats why they gave us the tickets? Anyway, when we got into the studio, we realized VIP (btw, we were let in first) meant you got to sit in the front rows. Except when they looked at us, the guy said, “oh you two are on the stage.” Twi and I looked at each other and started laughing. Onstage, to the left of the guest/Montel seats, were two rows of chairs for audience members. We were seated in the first 2 chairs in the very front row.
Montels bodyguard(?) gave us some tips since he told us we were going to be on tv a lot. We had to sit up straight, smile really big, and make sure not to put our finger near our nose no matter what. Ha. Then Montel came out of the doors to the right of my sis and we were laughing hysterically and cheering.
God it hurt like hell to sit up completely straight and rigid for an hour. I was doing my best to make overexaggerated faces (sadness, shock, concern, etc) throughout the show, depending on what the guest was saying. Btw, the topic was older women with younger men/teachers who seduce students. It was an ok topic, but towards the end, I thought I was seriously going to pass out.
(you can barely see us at 48:48)
After the show, we took pictures w/our “signed” headshot of montel and then we took the subway to times square where we goofed around at the info center (took lots of pix and movies w/the computers there). Then we went to Chinatown area and shopped around. Twi and I bought some cute shoes, and I bought some tshirts. It was getting kind of late, and the stores were closing, so went to West (? or was it East) village, found a Peruvian restaurant, and totally gorged ourselves on ceviche, beer, and plantains.
Back at the Waldorf, Twi received a call from Moonshine. He was off duty and wanted to do something. So he came to our hotel to pick us up and drive us to a local bar. Again, I have no idea where we were. Upper East? West? Side? During the car ride, Moonshine told us about his friend, who was at the bar, who had moved down here with his girlfriend and lived w/both his gf and his sister in the same apt. Apparently, Moonshine didnt like the sister. I dont know, I only heard bits and pieces of the story, but I did hear gf.
We went to the bar bc another one of Moonshine’s friends, Shortround (I think thats what he called him), was leaving the country for a couple years. He’s also a Special Agent of some sort. So we met up with Shortround, and the guy w/the gf, who I will refer to as Lance Bass 2, aka LB2 (so many guys look like Lance Bass, i swear). I think the 2 other boys were shocked to see Moonshine arrive w/2 girls. We were introduced, and the first thing that LB2 said was, “Hi. I’m intoxicated.”
The night was pretty fun. The bartender, Angry Mike, had a ton of attitude. If you asked him for a beer, he’d slam it down on the table as if he was doing you a favor. He even chased out this drunk lady and her weird bf, a guy we thought looked like a Russian HOckey Player called Igor. Strangely though, he was sneaking chocolate chip cookies into his mouth throughout the entire night. About midway through the night, LB2 scooted his chair behind me and we started chitchatting. I should mention that everyone I was with were either Special Agents or working for the govt in some way, shape form (i.e. my sis). And then theres me. A graphic designer for a retail company. I spent a lot of the night swirling my beer in its glass as they rest of the group talked shop.
Yet, somehow, me and LB2 ended up talking about shows on MTV–Laguna Beach, My Super Sweet 16. We talked about how much they hated everyone on those shows, and then I told him that I was visiting from Cali. I think he missed the part about me being from NoCal, bc he kept calling me “O.C.” the entire night. I was cool w/that tho b/c it was better than being made fun of for living in Jersey (ahem, Moonshine). The boys would intentionally play Bon Jovi and then say to Moonshine, “hey man, its your song.” It was pretty funny. To further tease Moonshine, I made up a dance that is like a modified Macarena. We call it the Jersey dance, and it involves licking your fingers and sweeping them through your hair as if to feather the sides. Then you reach over to each shoulder and rip off the sleeves as if you were wearing a plaid long sleeved shirt that you needed to make sleeveless. Finally, you pretend to cut your jeans as if you want cut off jean shorts. Good times. Moonshine adopted the dance quite well, I must say.
But back to LB2. Like I said, the whole night, I thought he had a gf. But was confused bc at the same time, I coulda *sworn* he was flirting with me. For some reasone we all showed each other govt badges. Well I say “we” but I actually mean “they.” Everyone whipped their badges out…annnndd…I pulled out my California driver’s license where I look like a homie. LB2 studied my license for a long freaking time, of course making fun of it, but when he handed it back, said, “You look like you’re pissed…but I like it though.” Again. Me=confused.
Its safe to say that me and LB2 were pretty flirtatious the entire evening. Well, flirtatious for me involves grade school hijinx like teasing the boys until they cry sort of thing. It was pretty fun though b/c LB2 was equally sarcastic and equally into giving me shit. He was also really into poking/tickling me on the sides. And, when I was in the bathroom, the fucker rattled the door like I do to my sister at home. But like I said–I thought he was just being playful bc he was drunk. The only clue I got that he might actually be really interested is when Moonshine said to me, “you have to give it to him, even though hes totally drunk (they had been drinking since 7pm), he’s still trying to impress you. Most guys would give up or not even try.” And then my rat brain tried to compute the information…
We walked to the car and LB2 put his arm around my shoulder. I sorta pulled away and then he put me into a headlock. LB2 said, “lets see you try to get away now.” Easy. I elbowed him really hard in his stomach. “Okay, maybe you can get away.” LB2 loosened his grip a little, but his arm still remained on my shoulder.
LB2 ended up driving home w/us. In the backseat, we play fought some more. He made fun of California girls (even though Im a Texan, thank you very much) by talking “LIKE OH. MY. GOD!” and I would counter with, “YO, YO CAN YOUSE GET ME A CHEESEBAUUWWLL SANDWICH? FUGGEDABOUUUUTTITT!!” And then LB2 said, “But I’m not Italian…” Heh. Bc he was so drunk, he was planning to spend the night w/Moonshine in his hotel. I told him that he was going to puke any second, but of course, he denied it. When he found out we were staying at the Waldorf, LB2 said, “I want to sleep at the Waldorf!” I asked him where he was going to sleep, and he said the floor. Then he said really quickly, “no, I’m just kidding.” I started laughing and said, “No, you’re not.” And he responded, “Ok, you’re right, I’m not.”
He kept saying this until I finally said, “well its not up to me, you have to ask the sister.” So he said, “Sister, can I sleep at the Waldorf?” Of course Twi said no, and then Moonshine interrupted with, “Know your place, man!”
The night ended w/LB2 giving Twi a hug, and then giving me an even longer, clingier hug. And that was that. I was still really confused by it all, but I will say that LB2 is a really cute kid. For one, he has really pretty blue eyes w/really long lashes. And while Im more of a brown-eyed person, his eyes…trust me…it was a good thing.
Hanging out with him, teasing him, flirting and play fighting–it was all very exciting. I love that. I love going out with no expectations and meeting someone that you click with on some level and just, I dunno, having a good time. Having fun. I wish I didn’t think too much about things. I wish I had just trusted what was happening rather than question them. A part of me wishes he had slept on the floor of the Waldorf. But most of all, it sucks to meet someone in another city. B/c really, what could happen anyway with us? I barely know him. He barely knows me. We were both drunk (him more than me). I live in SF. He lives in NYC. It fucking sucks. He seems like a ton of fun, and if I had more time, I’d def want to hang out with him. But the reality of the situation is that we don’t, we didn’t, and what can I do about it?
I don’t know though. I mean I have no idea what was going through his head anyway. He told Moonshine the monring after that he thought I was a tease. Which, I think is true to some extent. I like to tease guys, I like that playful back and forth. I like making them work for it. But I dont think Im a tease in that I dont think I ever promise anything or even imply that there will be a promise of anything more, unless I’m willing to give that. If only he knew how much of a prude I actually am. I am a Southern Girl, after all, not a Californian.
At any rate, my sis told me that LB2 asked about me after the fact. When he was sober. And I was like, yeah, thanks life. I love how that works out. I’ve been in SF for 3 yrs and all the men here are such pussies. And then I go to NYC for 1 day and meet a New Yorker who actually acts somewhat interested (btw, the new yorker accent–not something I would have thought to be attractive–totally hot now) and I dont even have the opportunity to see what could happen.
But all of this just made me question everything. Before coming to NYC, I was kind of leaning towards Beaker in the sense that I wanted to just see where things would go with him. I’m not saying that LB2 is the answer for me (for all I know he could care less, just another drunken night w/some girl he met at a bar), or that Beaker isn’t (he really is the most thoughtful guy I’ve known. Such a fucking sweetheart), I’m just saying that meeting LB2, having that experience, made me realize how not ready for a relationship I am. Meeting guys–that initial phase–I know its not real, but its the part I love. And I kept thinking, thank GOD Im not in a serious relationship. Thank GOD I dont have a boyfriend. Bc if I did, none of this could have ever happened. This night would have been insignificant. But it wasn’t. IT was exhilerating. NYC was exhilerating. I fucking love being single.
Sigh. Fuckin’ New York.
