My Funny Valentine

Valentine's Day 

I know, I know I'm BEYOND behind on my blog but I've not only been busy but this new guy in my life takes up some of my time too!


My first Hallmark "holiday" (Valentine's) with a date in a very long time.  Being that I had class on the actual day, we had our date the night before.  A evening under the stars ice skating in Santa Monica that was met with laughs, kisses, and photo booth pictures.  The close of the evening was a delicious sushi dinner.


I don't want to sound mushy and gushy but it's refreshing to be with a man like SNP.  Even if it took years to find him, and Mancation, I am optimistic of what our future holds.  Is it forever? Too soon to tell.  I can tell you that I am having a blast in the now.

ManDate: back home.

Supa Dupa!

me and SNP on Superbowl Sunday 

So much to catch you up on from the second date until this very picture was taken last weekend...stay tuned, I'll be back soon!!

Rain Main, Date 1

SNP contacted me via text mid afternoon just to say hi and see how things were going.  Establishing contact = good sign, followed by asking if I was still interested in hanging out later that night.  Of course.  SNP didn’t realize I was going out of town for a week so I appreciated the fact that upon learning that, he initiated plans anyway and immediately.  Told me he would let me know where and when to meet up (I’m okay with the meet up at this point considering we just met but makes it a pseudo date), and I liked his man with a plan attitude. 

We met up near the end of my NFL team’s football game, so the suggestion of meeting up later worked in my favor.  We went to a cute, little dive bar up the street from my house and as I listened to the 4^th quarter on the radio, and pulled up to the bar, I saw him walking towards my car.  I was greeted by his dimpled smile with a hug hello.  We walked into together and sat at the bar.  However, I think he didn’t like our initial choice of seating because when you’re at a dive, it’s pretty small and everyone is listening to your conversation.  Upon getting our 2nd or 3rd beer, he suggested we move to couches.  He stood and grabbed my hand like out of a Jane Austen novel to lead me to the couch.  We parked ourselves like we were in a living room, seated so close together and propping our feet up.  What I was delighted to discover in our second meeting was how much we had in common!  How much we got each other’s humor, and how he tended to say things that were in my mind. Who knew someone else out there could have such an appreciation for Grease 2 that I do!! At one point, the hopeless romantic (his words, not mine) said, “Man, it’s so great to meet someone I can relate to!”  Wow.  He’s made no secret from our first meeting that things are going well for him (allegedly) career wise (he’s a cinematographer) but wants to share it with someone.  Now while it’s refreshing for a man to be so open, I tend to tred lightly in that dreamy idealism of what “could be" because guys tend to blame us for getting so ‘emotionally attached’ when one of the reasons, I believe, is we’re accused of this is because we go off your comments to create something – and sometimes that something turns into nothing and we’re left wondering where you steered us wrong.  Now, back on SNP, he’s awesome!  Handsome, charming, chivalrous and there’s a connection there – I hate to say that and sound all Bachelor-y. ha ha

Now, after covering topics like art and whatnot, we got heavily into a conversation about making out; both being big fans of the act, which I knew in turn was setting us up for the inevitable post-evening good night smooch.  Suddenly, our meeting had turned into last call!  I had a very early flight and lost track of what time it was (always a good sign) and we had spent the 5+ hours hanging!  He walked me to my car and again, at my door in the rain, he leaned in and kissed me.  It was sweet, soft and perfect.  I giggled cause the pressure of delivering on a first kiss after you’ve been talking about how good you are gave me some stage freight.  I sat inside my car, per his suggestion to yield me from the rain, and he stood in my doorway lingering and taking in those last few moments of conversation not necessarily wanting to part ways but know you must and that was met by a second kiss, which was even better than the first.  He told me to “look him up when I got back to town” to which I quipped, “Like in the Yellow Pages? I got your number.” Good sign, he wants to see me again, and I look forward to seeing him again too!!  With the rain still pouring, I drove home still smelling him and tasting him on my lips, with a smirk I couldn’t wipe off my face – even if it meant I wasn’t going to get much beauty sleep before becoming Xmas bound since I still had to pack!! 

ManDate: I’ve already have taken myself off this Mancation but currently seeking Man to help occupy my time.  I look forward to seeing SNP upon my return from the holidays. 

Rain Man

IT WAS A NIGHT JUST LIKE TONIGHT…On a very rainy Saturday, me and Miss J decided to brave the rain and hit the town at an old place we used to frequent but hadn’t been back in a while.  Entering the virtually bare bar, we decided to park ourselves at the bar (per usual) and hope that things would pick up.  We told ourselves, as single ladies, that if guys also brave the dire weather conditions to be social, well it might a) better our odds and b) give us better odds. Now don’t get me wrong, we never go out with the intention of “picking up” or “hooking up” but I believe Miss J and I are at points in our lives collectively that we want something a little more substantial, not to mention to get beyond the 3^rd date!! 

Anyway, Big G took up talking to Miss J and SNP made his way over to me.  He was refreshing, witty and quite handsome.  I call him SNP.  We met. We clicked...and by the end of our evening of meeting, he asked to see me again.  We talked all night about funny tid bits, dogs, professions, movies...and he has the most warm, energetic smile you have never known you want to see.  At one point he went to the bathroom and came back to resume over conversation.  He moved and his face went to confusion.  There, seated on an oversized ottoman across from me, his belt buckle was completely unfastened.  I tried to play it off like I didn’t see it but he says, “Do you have some kind of super powers, Bradshaw?”  We couldn’t stop laughing; I mean how can you forget to buckle your pants?  Big G and Miss J were trying to talk to us but we couldn’t stop laughing about our little inside joke. 

We decided to go to a wine bar we frequent from time to time since this bar was “dead anyway’ and braved the rain once again.  Miss J put on her rain coat and walked with Big G, while SNP grabbed my umbrella and held it underneath us.  I tend to walk really fast and he says, “Damn girl, you walk fast!” so I slowed down but it was raining!  He very caringly wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked, like a gentleman.  We jetted across Sunset Blvd. and made our way inside bar #2 a little damp.  While Miss J and I would normally sit at the bar as a couple of singles, all 4 of us sat in the couch area, which is sexier anyway.  There me and S & P continued our conversation an again and I began to wonder if I would ever see him again, even though he was practically asking me out at bar#1.  After finishing our drinks, we walked back to bar #1, as when I put on my glasses, he was reminded that he left his at bar #1.  He came outside and was like, “That’s what you really look like?” and couldn’t believe I didn’t wear my glasses all the time, but I don’t need to as I only need to see far away like when I drive and he says, “Me too!!” then says, “let’s switch” like a scene out of Something’s Gotta Give, and says, “this is our romantic comedy moment, like in Something’s Gotta Give.”  WTF – it was like he was in my brain.  Our prescriptions weren’t a match like Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson J SNP walked me to my side of the car door (I was driving) and said, “I would like to see you again.” I agreed and he asked for my number.  Hmm?

Miss J and I drove home through the slick streets of Hollywood wondering if we just created the new kind of character, No Rain Delay, i.e. the guy who isn’t afraid to brave a little crappy weather to keep up his social rep and potentially meeting a girl who isn’t afraid to do the same.  Those odds have to be quite small.  We couldn’t help but ponder; did we just meet two really nice, available single men in the City of Angels?  Will they call? Will we see them again?  Time will tell but if anything, we had a solid night out full of good drinks, good company, and weather that makes you want to get cozy.  

FOLLOW UP: Miss J heard from her guy before I heard from SNP, but her guy didn’t initiate any plans.  SNP suggested getting together the next evening…which was perfect for me, right before heading out of town for a week away for the holidays.  I often say this about dating, if you meet someone and you would like to see them again, why wouldn’t you just keep that momentum going by getting a plan in the book as soon as possible?  If you prolong the next meet and greet, well, it could lose its pizzazz. 

Man Date- definite possibilities for sunny weather!!

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3 “Deal-breakers” You Should Let Go Of‏

Lori Gottlieb’s controversial, Marry Him: The Case for Settling for Mr. Good Enough. Her premise is exactly what it sounds like: Stop looking for perfection and take what you can get. And while I don’t totally agree with her, I do think she has a point when it comes to loosening your kung-fu grip on certain deal-breakers. Here are a few that might be hindering your chance at love instead of helping it!

1. Height
I’ve never been one of those girls who needed to date a guy over a certain height. It always seemed like I was ruling out huge chunks of the population who might actually be awesome. One friend I know ditched an amazing dude because he was 5’7”. She said that she couldn’t bear to live a lifetime in flats, and she basically chose her shoe collection over him. Five years later, she has yet to meet another guy who gives her butterflies the way he did.

2. Income
In this economy, even smartest, most financially capable dudes may be struggling to rake in the dough. My advice? Don’t dump him just because he’s renting instead of owning or 1099’ing instead of W2’ing. There just might be something to that whole “for richer or poorer” thing!

3. His Sense of Style
Some things, like his fanatical devotion to the Knicks or hatred for Grey’s Anatomy, aren’t likely to change. But his wardrobe? Pfft, totally malleable! If you meet a guy who is perfect except for those dad jeans and Airwalks from 1998, don’t toss him aside just yet. Most dudes are just one capable girlfriend away from great style, and usually won’t resist if he sees how happy (and turned on!) it makes you.

3 Chances at Love You Should Never Deny Yourself

From blogger Single-ish...

1. If you think there was something there, you need to find out. Even if there isn’t, or wasn’t, if there’s a chance, every Hollywood movie (except maybe Romeo and Juliet) says you have to look into it. If for nothing else, just your peace of mind.

2. That cute guy—at the bar, in your hunting party/on your bus/in your study group/living under your porch—may have a girlfriend, or emotional problems, or no personality, or mommy issues, or a wife, or a kid, or rollerblades, or gang affiliations. Or he may just be shy. And perfect. Worth a shot.

3. There are some lines that should never be crossed romantically. Hostage captor comes to mind... but friendship is pretty much always kosher. We’ve all had them, those friends we wish were more. Sometimes the tension is palpable, sometimes someone’s eyes just need to be opened, and sometimes the fire burning inside of you isn’t shared. But for some of us, we have to find out, and we owe it to ourselves to do so. To see how this always works out for the best, see Chasing Amy.