Long overdue, possibly long post..wait yeah, long post.

Welcome Simone! It’s nice to have a new member to cover NY now that thebusdriver is taking a short stint back in the bay. She’ll also increase the sophistication, class, and intellectual level of our blog, which will be a nice touch. Either that or she will just confuse a lot of people, which is nice as well!

Anyway, it’s been long overdue since I posted. A lot has happened in the past 2 weeks and I don’t want to bore you with all the details so I’ll just go over some random events. Although, most likely, I will ramble on and just bore you with the details because when I start typing, I can’t stop. Hence, why I always have so many typos and grammatical errors. Anyways, the theme of the past weekends have been “hosting.” August is a great time to do some sightseeing and traveling. Due to this month being blessed with beautiful weather and many events, I’ve had to start my hosting duties in showing people around Chicago. Chicago is one of those places where people don’t volunteer to visit. It’s normally straight to NYC. But the people that do actually come and visit normally always fall in love with it. It’s a beautiful city and sometimes I even forget how nice it is here.

This girl had just moved to NYC for a year to work and it definitely showed. I’m going to be very stereotypical and just lay out the typical symptoms of NYC-itis, specifically finance related. First of all, it’s all about the power trip: “look at me, I’m a city girl now, i work at a financial firm and handle a lot of money, i make a lot of money, I’m so edgy because i go to trendy clubs and i take the subway and one time this homeless man almost tried to rape me but i totally ignored him, i only wear brand names, i have high tolerance.” The list goes on. Thing is, you can’t fool me with this crap and I see right through you. So of course she took up “smoking.” I get it, you’re life is so hectic you smoke all the time to calm down. You’re very important. So we meet up at a German restaurant and catch up with her life. She wanted to drink that night and I was thinking, oh fuck, its going to be one of those nights where she wants to show me how much she can drink. I don’t play that game anymore. I am openly a pussy these days and will tell you right off the bat that I will be a cheap date tonight. Give me a few shots of tequila and I’m good to go. We conversed about her life and my life and all the bs that comes with catching up and I smiled and nodded to her crazy antics in the big city, but in reality didn’t really give two shits. Everything was textbook conversation until she finally started talking about her boyfriend. She’s currently in a relationship where she’s dating someone that isn’t as attractive, or even close to being as attractive as she is. I see this as being totally insecure. So it didn’t come as a surprise to me when she told me she consistently cheats on him because he lives in another state.

Wow, times like this I look at my life and smile that I’m not getting owned as much as he is. I just don’t understand cheating. Why bother with it? It’s such a dramatic display of boredom. If you’re bored, then either figure out how to solve it, or just end it. It’s completely irresponsible to think that you can get away with a thing like that and convince yourself that it’s okay. Either way, I was slightly disgusted. But I wasn’t going to get opinionated about it. I knew that if I were to, it would just drag out the night and the last thing I wanted to do was continue to hang out. I was tired, it was a Thursday, and I was ready to hit the sack.

Being single for about 5 months now, I’ve been growing some more self control. I got wasted a few weekends ago and was in the neighborhood of my ex gf. Trust me, I wanted to call her up and possibly hit it and quit it that night. I was this close; no joke. But I stopped myself. I knew it wasn’t a good idea. I took a $20 cab home and then passed out. I woke up the next morning and was like, thank god I didn’t do that. It’s like that feeling when you rub one out and all you want is a sandwich and nothing to do with sex. Maybe it’s just me, but waking up the next morning reminded me that you can’t let your urges get ahead of you. I don’t know if that made any sense.  I’m never really good with metaphors.

Once that weekend was over, this weekend I had to host another friend of mine. It wasn’t as bad but she was dumb as bricks and it was literally painful to talk or listen to her say anything to me. She was here for training and I just had to make do and try to give her a tour. But we aren’t that close so I really didn’t put forth any effort.

Yesterday, I went to a BBQ at my friends house and my roommate finally decided to show up. Remember him and his gf are like completely retarded and started to invade my condo? Well it’s been getting better but he’s still a bit out of it. There was a really cute puerto rican girl that we tried to set him up with. I know, guy friends can be bad when they know their gf isn’t worth it. So they ended up dancing that night and we were cheering for him because we can’t stand his gf. When we were heading out my roommate looked happy about this girl and had a slight twinkle in his eye. However, in the end, he still pussied out and headed over to his gf’s place today. I just don’t get it. Why must people have such low standards for themselves?!?!

To close up this long ass post, I’d like to provide an update for mixed signals girl. I decided to take it really slow and I am continously flirting with her on a week to week basis but not making any moves. I finally befriended her on facebook and it was really weird because I normally never befriend a person. I saw her pictures and well, I was scrolling through a photo and immediately caught eye to her friend who looked absolutely stunning. This wasn’t good because if I think her friend is hotter than her, well, that’d just be a bad idea. So I guess it’s back to square one for me.