New Love on the Horizon?

It’s been a long time since I posted. I’m the worst at maintaining a blog.

So updates- Needle in the Haystack guy is out. He eventually decided that I wasn’t going to ever be up for something more serious and he got himself out. I eventually decided that Boston guy was never going to want anything more serious, so I got out.

Then I dated a bit, worked a lot and nothing of notable interest happened to me for several months, which in and of itself is pretty ridiculous. Awkward is more normal in my life.

Presently, 2 things have happened. I have met someone new- he shall henceforth be known as The Rugby Player (and/or RP). I actually really like him and would be interested in dating him at a more exclusive level. I met him because he is a teammate of my roommate’s boyfriend. There have been many occurrences in which we should have met over the past entire year, but never crossed paths until February. Timing wise, this is actually perfect as had we met at this time last year, I was all over the place with that Two-Faced Douchebag from the restaurant and he was in a relationship with a girl in DC.

The unfortunate part of this timing is that my roommate and her boyfriend (the common friends responsible for us getting together) split up 3 weeks after our first date. So that adds an interesting awkward component.

Things have been a little shaky with this guy, so I was excited to see him last night for the first time in 2 weeks. He seemed just as excited, and we grabbed a drink and talked and laughed. I need to have a more serious conversation with him regarding what is going on though, because I’m getting some mixed messages. Haven’t seen him in 2 weeks BUT we text every day. Reputation for hooking up all the time, BUT he says he hasn't been sleeping with anyone else… it’s all quite confusing. I can’t figure out if he likes me or just wants another convenience based booty call girl out in Brooklyn to add to the harem of “options.”

Last night RP paid for me to take a cab home. He didn’t feel comfortable with me walking around my neighborhood at night alone, which was sweet, but a bit unnecessary. When I got home I found my roommate sitting in the living room on the couch, drinking wine, and attempting to teach herself to play guitar through a YouTube tutorial. She seems to have her doubts about RP. Some are well founded and others seem more bitter and derived from her recent breakup with RP’s friend.

My night eventually ended with me going to bed and RP sending me an epic, somewhat dark, and romantic poem.

Then there was a dick pic.

Then a period.

I don’t know what to make of this boy, but I sure like him.

Too Much Of A Good Thing...

Having man troubles, except now it is the opposite of my usual problems in that I have a cup that runneth over instead of a cup that is completely dry. Last night I was texting my Needle in the Haystack guy, who is still too clever for me as demonstrated by the following conversation:
Me: So I breifly considered the gym. Didn't go. But I am still patting myself on the back because I cooked at home and made food like an adult. And then I sat down and ate it at the table instead of over the counter with a napkin or out of the box or something. Heyo!
NITH : I hope to someday have a table.
Me : In my case, it came with the apartment. Thanks, Roommate.
NITH: Mine came with loud French teenage neighbors. Thanks, Napoleon.

Zing! That boy gets me. I like the challenge. However, due to his extreme sarcasm, he's not especially romantic or feely or whatever, so I've been getting THAT fulfilled with entirely too much naughty texting with the 34 year old guy in Boston. That conversation is like reading 50 Shades of Gray, so I will not be posting it. He is a giver, incredibly sensitive, and- unfortunately- in Boston.

He visited me in NY a couple of weeks ago and some stuff (not sex) definitely happened. But it was GOOD. However, this is incredibly inconvenient timing as I had just begun recently sleeping with NITH. Boston knows about NITH, so I don’t feel too bad about that. And he’s in Boston anyway (not being a saint, I’m sure).  NITH doesn’t know about Boston. Just that he’s a friend who visited recently. Technically, I’m single. I have had no exclusivity conversations with anyone about anything and I don’t see a ring on this finger. Time to be a Samantha, I guess, but I still feel a bit guilty about it.

My main problem is not wanting anyone to get hurt while I am whoring around figuring things out. Honesty is pretty painful with this sort of situation, but finding out when you had a different expectation of what was going on is so much worse. That would make me no better than 2FD. I still feel wronged by that whole situation, so I don’t want to end up being a hypocrite doing the same thing as he is. Given that I like both of these people quite a lot, I would hate to damage either of them in any way.

I don't know what to do here. Damnit.

Burned.

Well, I didn’t do a zombie pub crawl yesterday, although I was still pretty much a zombie. Saturday night was a disaster. Here is how that went down.

Unsuccessful Date Guy. I went to his variety show Saturday night after the Broadway show. Now, despite the fact that I SAID he was unsuccessful, he took me to lunch (his own initiation, btw) on Friday. We had a lovely time, catching up, eating sandwiches… I obviously thought that things were turning around and we could go back to Potentially Successful Date Guy. Well, I have a new (and much more permanent) nickname for him. I think it’s going to be Two-faced Douchebag (2FD for short). 

So lunch on Friday was lovely. I thought things were going well, so I decided to go to his show Saturday night. He was there (and acting a little weird) and sitting next to a skinny blonde girl, who was texting away. Soon it became clear that he was familiar with the blonde. In fact, VERY familiar. It was his girlfriend who lives in Pittsburgh. So, while the rest of the night he basically pretended that he only knew me in passing while I sat literally next to his girlfriend, I drank at least an entire bottle of wine. 

The worst part is not that literally EVERYONE in the bar is our mutual friends who knew that I had been seeing 2FD or that they also all knew the Blondie was his real girlfriend and I was the other woman. It was definitely the fact that he openly chose her over me and, in a moment of true character coming through, totally and completely failed every test of decency that I could have used to make an excuse for him. Especially after repeatedly telling me that he sees us together and he’s going to break up with his “long distance thing” who is obviously a lot more serious than he’d let on.

When he went out to have a cigarette, and I had consumed about 3 glasses of wine, I struck up a conversation with Blondie. She models professionally and has her own company. She’s in town pretty often. He goes to her place pretty often. Oh, and did I know he’s allergic to cats? She has two, but he deals with it for her. I played along like I didn’t know him very well and I never told her that I was sleeping with her boyfriend. I’m a classy lady. And in any case, telling her what a piece of shit he is wouldn’t change the fact that he didn’t pick me. 

Then later, his OTHER ex girlfriend (also a blonde model) showed up for the show. Seriously? How many women in this bar have you FUCKED, 2FD? Am I LIVING in my own nightmares? OMG. 

So, the moral of the story is that I got totally burned this weekend. 24 hours later he texted me “I’m sorry about last night.” Well, too little too late, Buddy. Go fuck yourself. I don’t exactly think a delayed text apology is going to instantly make this water under the bridge.

I moped a lot yesterday, but today I’m moving on. I already did the running man naked in my living room to Marky Mark and then followed it with Cher. Pumping up my morning to remember that I am young, single, and living in New York City. And I can do better, biotch! I DO believe in life after love, Cher. Thanks for reminding me.