On Saturday night, I went to my new friend Billie’s birthday party with Lauren. Billie is a bit older than we are and there was almost an entire roomful of strangers at the party that I became determined to meet. And so I did! Everyone was fantastic. I made alot of new friends, including several interesting men.
Colin is ten years older than me and incredibly sexy. Late 30’s mixed with boyish charm and lots of professional success? Yes, please. Briefly after being introduced to him, a girl at the party came up to me and told me that he couldn’t stop talking to her about me and how pretty he thought I was. When he eventually came over to talk to me, we had a lovely conversation in which we discovered that we both grew up in predominantly Jewish towns on Long Island, both went to college in Maryland (him at Towson, me at UMD), and both are now living on the UWS. I gave him my card and we parted ways with the vague promise of hanging out in our neighborhood sometime soon.
Craig is almost 30 and the kind of man-boy who might never be able to grow a beard. When we were introduced he was finishing off a pot cookie that someone had handed him. I liked him (in a friendly way) immediately. I learned that Craig is a comedy agent at William Morris. About 20 minutes after meeting me, he asked me if I wanted to come to the SNL After Party with him. I said yes, of course, and asked him if Lauren could come with us. And so the three of us hopped in a cab and went to the SNL After Party at almost-2am. I HAD THE BEST TIME!! I met everyone and ran into several comedians/producers that I am friends with, all the while trying to make sure that no one assumed that Colin and I were together. I kept sneaking away from him, saying I was going to the bathroom, but really I was just off and mingling on my own. On one of these solo jaunts, I met Oliver, a writer for SNL.
I was mid-conversation with someone tall and boring when I spotted Oliver. I thought he looked like Chuck Bass, and so I tapped him on the shoulder to tell him so. He admitted to me that he didn’t know who Chuck Bass was (gasp!) and we had a lovely conversation wherein I tried to explain to him about the beauty of Gossip Girl. Somehow, we realized we had mutual friends and before excusing himself to go home, Oliver asked me for my number. I happily gave it to him.
Around 5am, I was ready to go home. Craig walked me out and as we were waiting for a cab he asked me what my “deal” is. I told him quite honestly that I’m not interested in dating anyone right now. He asked me why. I tried to explain it as best I could, although it was 5am and I had been drinking for about 10 hours. When I finally hailed a cab he asked me if he could ride with me so that we could finish the conversation. I thought that was weird, but I said ok. I continued to explain to him that I’m sort of cleansing myself of men right now, choosing instead to focus on building my career and my spiritual life. He tried to convince me that I’m crazy. When we finally pulled up in front of my apartment, he asked me if he could come up. I told him he could come up to get high with me, but that if he respected me he would not even attempt to make a move. He agreed, and we went upstairs. We got stoned and hung out for about 45 minutes and he managed to stick to his word. Although at one point he exclaimed “I can’t believe you won’t make out with me!” Ew.
We said goodnight (at 6am) and that was that. I’m not completely sure what the hell happened on Saturday night. What a crazy turn of events!
