eclectic nights

looks like the winter hibernator finally came out of her cave this week. it was good for me to do this as the winter slump was slowly starting to make its way in. luckily i nipped it in the bud, got out and had some fun.

it all started with tuesday's bright eyes/cocorosie show at town hall (already wrote post on that one). good times. young hipster indie crowd. you know the types: ripped jeans, long bangs hanging in eyes and maybe a couple of "cool" band pins on the lapels on their black blazers. not sure if it was the venue or what but the crowd was pretty silent. conor even mentioned that he felt like he was in a library.

the following night was completely different. i call it my "sex and the city night." it was a new friend's birthday party. i met the crew at a trendy restaurant in williamsburg. the invitees turned out to be 7 fabulous women. all single (i'm including myself there). i was kind of thrown off by this. i'm serious, these women were all winners. fantastic looking. great style. interesting jobs. well travelled. independent. all qualities i like in female friends (not to mention qualities that i think attract good men). well, as it usually goes, the conversation instantly turned to the topic of men. then i come to find out, 3 of the women were actively doing internet dating. i didn't think awesome women had to turn to internet dating in nyc! i was amazed.

ok, i'm admitting it here. i did it once. a long time ago. back when it wasn't really cool to do internet dating. it was still newish then. as the story goes, i found one guy i liked on nerve, emailed with him for a whole month (!), went on that one introductory date and then he was my boyfriend for 6 months. so i never really did the whole internet "dating" thing. i just don't think i'm a dater. i find one person i like and stick with them. but these girls are seriously investing in the dating business.

one of the girls said it quite profoundly... she explained that you usually like different guys for different reasons. she said maybe you like that one guy who is really into wine and knows the best restaurants but he can't dance for shit. but then another guy is a bad conversationalist but can dance like there's no tomorrow. while another guy is into cool foreign movies and art but is a terrible dresser. her philosophy was that you get different things from different men and what's the harm in that?

i totally hear her and it actually makes a lot of sense. i'm just not the girl to put out that much energy into all that dating. is it too much to just want the whole package in one guy? i guess that's why i'm labeled as picky. sorry, but i'd rather be doing it solo style then getting this from one and that from another. and the real question is, how do you get away with "dating" these men and not sleeping with all of them too? there in lies the problem.

anyhow, as the night went on, 4 of us left the restaurant and headed for a brazilian party at nublu. i had soooo much fun. been a while since i got out and went dancing. serious dancing. i happened to wear my great ass pants and the latin boys definitely noticed. within minutes i was swept away by a hottie dancer and pretty much didn't stop shaking it for the next 3 hours. it was great! so nice to be lead around and around like that. and let me tell you, my hips are hurting today. jeez!

interesting observation from that night: ok, i have a thing for attracting latin men. i've dated 3 of them (yes, where english was their second language). my only theory is that i know they love a big booty and i have one. otherwise, i'm not really sure why they like me. BUT it was so painfully clear that night why i couldn't be with another latino (i know, i'm doing some serious generalizing. and no offense, it's just my history with these particular guys that leads me to think this way). so i'm dancing with this one guy (dominican). he's a fantastic dancer. the chemistry was definitely ON and we were having a great time. but after a few dances it was like i was HIS. and he wouldn't let me go. i was dancing with his friend at one point and he got all in the friend's face about it, grabbing me back. and a couple times i just wanted to dance by myself, not wanting to hold his hand and he wouldn't let me go. ew! i hate that shit. it's like a woman is a possession or something. it's this machismo thing and i can't deal.

it's like a constant struggle. my pattern seems to be possessive fiery latinos or passive laid back whities. ha! single boys reading this take note: we women want the pefect combo. a strong secure man who can lead us around on the dancefloor (and occassionally in life), but also someone with an independent spirit who appreciates our independence too. it's hard to find that balance.

and to finish up on the eclectic week night's activities, i accompanied danny to see "gatz," a totally random, yet innovative play put on by elevator repair service company. it was the full unabridged version of "the great gatsby." we were there for over 3 hours and only got halfway through the book! the second half is tonight, but i'm missing it. the play was definitely cool. i was a bit sleepy from the night before and the theater was warm and dim so it was a little hard to follow each of f. scott's brilliant words, but you got the overall idea. very cool idea i thought. done in a clever way.

overall a great week of fun. glad to be out of the dark cave. making me reaffirm my love of this city. it's kind of a love hate relationship we've got going. but i still love her overall.