Episode 1

How to start or rather where to start? 7 years ago when I moved to NYC from Paris or last weekend?

humm last weekend was soooooo craaaazy that I just need to put it out there!

So, single in Brooklyn, winter is coming and I need to find my bear to keep me warm under the sheets and maybe in my heart too!! that would be really nice.. but I am really starting to think that men are incapable of falling in love.

So I am on Okcupid.com (and I've been on it for a couple months now) - "meat market": him-> yes, seeeexy, him-> naaaan too skinny, wait hold on, maybe I should read his profile, he does have a cute face except that his online name is "Rebound" pfff alright next! What? you just want me to fuck your brains out, to release the anger that I have because this guy did not call me back after I slept with him the first night! Shit, when I was 15 they would dump me cause I did not sleep with them, ARGH anyways..

I am kinda past that and I really want to fall in love, I am 32 and I miss the intimacy, the silliness in bed and I don't want to just get laid and still feel frustrated after a great but selfish orgasm. I want my heart to feel full / bloated (I don't know if you say that, my english is sometimes slippery, remember I am a french girl). In french: "le coeur gonflé". I just want those butterflies to come alive!!!

Finally, I find this guy, pretty cute, so I do decide to read his profile, he seems nice simple, not complicated, straight to the point, not showing off except for his incredible skills in massaging (they all say that btw). so I email him and that goes on for like 1 week, I hate that, I'd rather just meet and see if there is chemistry. But I don't want to be the one who asks: "so you want to meet?" Dude! that's your role!! But now, we live in a world where women seem to become the man and have to make the first steps, but I still try to believe that traditions of courting a women still exist. So I do decide to ask him out and of course, he can't this week because he's going to Connecticut to see his mom (nice though or is he just lying to me cause he already has too many dates this week).

alright, I am already a bit annoyed: I am a very impatient person, especially when it comes to going in the sheets, bad girl, but I am trying really hard to be a good one!(got in a huge argument with my BFF who is my total opposite). So our emails were quite interesting and not only on "how does your butt look like?" (mine actually is exceptionally gorgeous hehe)so he gives me his number, I call him and feeling confident not nervous or anything. We talk for a bit, he seems nervous though and can't stop talking! His voice was a bit high pitched for me, but maybe it's just cause he's nervous, I try not to judge too fast (I do come from France and we do judge pretty quickly and I hate that!). Then he starts talking about how hippies freak him out, I'm like WHAT? okaaaay, getting a bit skeptical here, so I ask: you mean because of the bad trips you can get when your on drugs etc..? and he says yes. I'm like, Humm what's his deal? 

So he leaves for Connecticut and we keep on texting each other almost everyday in the evening around 10/11PM and I am in bed watching of course a Romantic Comedy, actually I remember that day I was watching "Sleepless in Seattle" and we were talking about it. It's really nice cause the texts are not sexual but just a simple conversation! I'm like fiiiiinaly, maybe there is one out there wanting more than just my pussy (You can't believe text messages I got from this guy, but that's another episode, coming soon..) 

- sorry, went to get a PBR (beer) and pistachios - I have these stupid tarot cards next to me on the couch that I got in this stupid girly magazine that my friend gave me, can't wait to do it haha - listening to the Fugees: "Ready or not, here I come, I'm gonna find you and take it slowly,Ready or not, here I come, I'm gonna find you and make you want me". Just putting you in the situation ;)-

So where was I? Yes, I am getting really impatient to meet him, I'm like kind of waiting for his text mess, uhoh I tell myself, no Lola, don't get ahead of yourself, you did not even meet the fucking guy for God's sake, so I decide to go out for a drink at my local bar or go on okcupid.com and check out the market? Finally I decide ,to go out, I need a shot of Jack, but forgot my local bar is closed, so I go to this other one, which I like but none of my regulars go to this bar; whatever I'm a social person, not scared to talk to strangers but I just end up having a conversation with my iphone playing scrabble with my Dad haha maybe I am too picky with men and I just want someone like my Dad, Hell he's my hero and I'm daddy's little girl :)

I go back home, slip in the sheets and beepbeep phone text mess YAYE Seriously, I'm like a Fuckin' teenager. "Nite lady" - "u too mista" and I slept like a baby. 

He is now back in NY and we're supposed to meet on Tuesday. text: -Can we meet another day cause I have no idea at what time I will be done with work? - (RRRRRR) - sure no problem! I can do Thursday. 7PM, phone call: "Hey I am done with work. Want to meet up?" I'm in my PJs on the couch, facebooking, bags under my eyes, dirty hair in a bun, dishes really need to be done and I have nothing to wear, the laundry bag is about to break. I am like "uh you know what? Actually I am about to go out for drinks with friends so let's keep it to Thursday." hahaha. Had to, I could of figured out an outfit but Dude, you think I am at your beck and call! Hell NO!! (but deep inside yeeeees)I don't like to play games but apparently, that's how you've got to do it. (I've had a lot of lessons from the regulars at my local bars, one even rewrote my profile hahaha!, that could also be an episode)

So my friend is here, and i am excited to tell her about my blog I just started and after 2 paragraphs she lays back on the chair and exhales loudly and I'm like: Am i boring you? and she says: well uh a bit yeah I already heard this. Am feeling a bit disappointed but I understand so I will continue this later ciaociao maybe she'll want to do the taro cards though...
Back on tracks,Thursday arrives... Phone call: He can't make it AGAIN cause he does not know at what time he will be done with work AGAIN. I'm like "Dude, this is the last time, okay?!" Does he really want to see me? what's his deal? After 2 weeks of emailing/texting/phone calls, don't tell me he's flacking out?! What a waist of time that would be. So yes, finally we decide to meet Saturday for Happy Hour! Can't do Friday cause I am on another date. You have to, you need a plan B!!
ciaociao