Was he the only 30-year old virgin in New York?
I've been following, in a half-assed way, the feud (if you can call it that) between two other bloggers. I haven't been hanging onto every word the way some people seem to, but what did strike me was
this one's observation that when they were dating,
this one never wanted to have sex with her.
If that's true, then why do you think that is? I'm particularly curious because the same thing happened to me once. I met this guy, and he seemed great. He was interesting, good-looking, intelligent, successful...on paper he was perfect. But we dated for about two months, and in that time, other than brushing his lips against mine for a second or two when we were saying goodbye, he never even really kissed me, let alone anything else.
I suppose maybe he just wasn't that into me, but if that was the case, why would he have dated me for two months? And it wasn't sporadically--we saw each other at least two or three times a week.
I know it wasn't that he was married or otherwise involved, because we had so many friends in common that I definitely would have found that out.
I can tell myself that he didn't want to push me because he respected me, but come on...two months?
What could it have been? Was he gay? Did he have a disease? Did he have a small penis? Was he the only thirty-year-old virgin in New York?
What on earth goes through guys' heads? Any ideas?
Overheard
So last night I was at the Rangers/Sabres game at Madison Square Garden, and partway through the second period a cell phone rang. The guy sitting behind me answered. Here’s what may well be a verbatim transcript of his end of the conversation:
“Hello?”
“Yeah?”
“Really?”
“Wow. That’s incredible.”
“That’s amazing.”
“That’s incredible.”
“Wow.”
“Wow.”
“You should frame that.”
“That's amazing.”
“That's incredible.”
“Really? Wow. That’s amazing. And incredible.”
You get the picture.
Apparently his girlfriend/wife/sister/co-worker/other female relative or acquaintance of some sort ran into Mets third baseman David Wright on 55th Street earlier that day. She approached him and asked for an autograph for her thirteen-year-old brother. Not only did Wright agree, but he walked with her almost two blocks until they found a place where he could borrow a pen and paper (an Outback Steakhouse, if you must know).
Now that’s cute. Maybe not amazing or incredible, but cute.
But here’s the funny part. Not more than 30 seconds after Cell Phone Boy relates this story to the friend sitting next to him, the Mets theme song starts blasting over the sound system in the Garden. And the next image to appear on the video monitor is that of none other than...David Wright. Who just happens to be in attendance at that night’s Ranger game.
It was definitely kind of freaky.
And David Wright, by the way, is definitely kind of hot.
Good Samaritan
My friend left her blackberry in a cab Sunday night on her way home from dinner. Figured it was gone forever, but then got a phone call Monday morning from some guy telling her he'd found it. He refused all offers of compensation and messengered it over to her, and she had it back by Monday afternoon.
Who says New Yorkers aren't honest?
How Not To Win Customers, Redux
So I got to thinking some more about the Haru thing, which I wrote about in my previous post, just because I think it's kind of funny and also because I didn't feel like working, and it occurred to me that maybe when I called to make the reservation on Wednesday they didn't know they were going to be closed the next night.
Maybe it was an emergency, like a minor fire or a pipe bursting or something like that.
Although honestly, you'd think if it WERE an emergency they'd have pointed that out in the little note they left on the door, so that their customers wouldn't think they'd been intentionally left in the lurch, but who knows, sometimes people don't think. But then I told the story to a colleague of mine and she told me she'd been there for lunch on Tuesday, as in, the day before I made the reservation, and the sign was already up.
So go figure.
How Not To Win Customers
So last night I had dinner plans with a couple of friends. We'd made the plans a few weeks ago, and on Wednesday we sent a few emails back and forth, trying to decide where to go.
We settled on
Haru, a sushi restaurant not too far from Times Square. So I called, Wednesday afternoon, and made a reservation for four people at 8:00 last night.
Last night around 7:55 I'm walking down 43rd Street on my way to the restaurant and things look a little odd. The place looks...dark. And sure enough I get to the front door and the lights are off and the furniture is stacked in the entryway and there's a little note on the door that says "Haru will be closed for renovations from 3 p.m. on 1/12/06 until Monday 1/16/2006."
Do you think they could have told me that when I called to make the reservation THE DAY BEFORE???
Jeez.
Anyway, we ended up going to an Italian restaurant on 45th Street that was really good. I can't remember the name of it right now, but I'll post it once I remember.
