<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:14:05.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Single and Hungover</title><subtitle type='html'>The story of a Jewish NYC serial blind dater...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-2827065341055627508</id><published>2008-09-02T21:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:35:42.455-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor Day</title><content type='html'>Friday night I met up with J- poor decision making to follow. Who ever encouraged me to think that after 2 hours of drinking with no food was a prime time to begin the texting, needs to not be my friend! No seriously, was a texting fool on Friday, and found out that J was at home eating Sushi- so naturally I invited him to meet me at a friends apartment, where they had been drinking for hours, there was 10 guys, 2 girls, and lot of booze. He met me, sober (again sushi at home)- and then I think it went downhill. Basically we all partied too hard, except him! Not sure if he doesn’t like to party, or if he felt uncomfortable. Either way, J and I went to some pub on the corner. And chatted over 1 beer. Nothing to memorable- except that he doesn’t like PDA’s. Well neither do I, but if your drunk, who cares! I was supposed to have dinner with him on Sunday- he cancelled, not so shocking, and no word since. 1- no one every gets to meet the friends! And 2- not so sure what his beef was. Alas, as per this book im reading, I need to not worry about it, as that’s not the person I want to be with anyway.Saturday I met up with M after going out all day all over the city. We met at a bar, and went to a comedy show. Lots of fun. I like the comedy show because, they do the talking for you, and theres something to talk about after the show. Again, a lot of fun. Then we went back to his apt- or shall I say palatial pad- I’ve never seen something so big!!! 3 stories… in the city!? Hung out there. Good times. I need to somehow change this from party partner good times, to meaningful relationship. Its going to take time, as I’m not at that point in the book, ha! But nevertheless, I couldn’t be happier with everything in my life currently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-2827065341055627508?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/2827065341055627508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=2827065341055627508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2827065341055627508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2827065341055627508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/09/labor-day.html' title='Labor Day'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-2513099138226355907</id><published>2008-08-28T19:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T19:55:48.427-04:00</updated><title type='text'>tiny</title><content type='html'>Went out with D last night…. Sushi, conversation was good, food was bad. I don’t know what I think about D. He’s different then the others because he actually asks me questions. It sounds like no big deal but he makes an effort to ask my opinion rather then agree or make a blanket statement. It’s a nice change. He’s short, which I can get over, but he’s tiny. As in he’s a tiny little package, and I don’t know if I like that. Re-read that again if you mind has wondered off! Im the same size as him, and if you know me, you know I don’t like that. The bigger the better!J (from the baseball game) called me last night, but I never got to return the call as I was out with D. J is attractive, and tall, and super down to earth, and I also enjoy my time with him a lot. But he’s young, like me, and I think he views this more of a friendship – which is ok, for now, but not for long. He’s certainly more attractive then all the people I’m hanging out with, but since I’m over the idea of looks, he needs to step it up a smidge. I’ll call him tonight, hopefully we can make plans.And M texted and called last night! You would think I would be overjoyed, and I am- but I think he views me as more of a party partner and less of a potential relationship. He asked if I wanted to go over his apt. I said no- he needs to work on making plans more then an hour in advance. Its called Planning.. get used to it! I like all 3 people for all different reasons. They’re all really smart and have a lot of ambition, which I think is super sexy. They’re physical attributes differ a lot from one to another. And I’m glad to report that I’m really enjoying my time with everyone and hope it continues and allows me to get to know them all on a much different, deeper level.A small update- A moved back to Philadelphia, only after booty calling me at 2AM last Saturday… cool… Argentina is in Miami for the weekend, and asked If I want to grab coffee next week- I said sure, but I think that ship has sailed (at least on my end). And there is one other person, a new J whom I have to make plans with….I start school next week, so all of these dates will have to become more serious as not to waste my time. I hope this will continue to keep getting better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-2513099138226355907?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/2513099138226355907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=2513099138226355907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2513099138226355907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2513099138226355907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/08/tiny.html' title='tiny'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-5988155936575003251</id><published>2008-08-26T18:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T18:24:39.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back!</title><content type='html'>I’m going to a Yankees vs Red Sox game tonight! But lets back track a bit to see how I got to this point. Last I wrote I was going away on vacation. I went, I’m back, I got sick upon my arrival back home which cut into precious date days. As most of you know, I’ll be going back to school starting next week, which means, serial dates have to take a back seat, but real dates can take the passenger side. I met up with a new D last Wednesday, we went to Stone Rose for drinks. He’s articulate and engaging, probably because he’s 34, but he asks intelligent thoughtful questions. And before I knew it, 3 hours had passed! He’s an entrepreneur and works with a very famous online travel website doing something car rentals. It doesn’t sound interesting at first, but the more I heard him talk about his “start up” the more intrigued I became. Never underestimate my power of detective work with the internet- and that’s all I’ll say about that for now. He owns his apartment in the most wonderful part of the city, the West Village. We ended it with making a plan for dinner sometime this week. Got a text on Friday “hey S its D from last night! I had fun…so when I call you soon, what day should I ask you out?” I thought that was nice. Were going to a new surprise (my fav!) place tomorrow night. Last Thursday I met up with M ( the same one )- he happened to be at a doctors appointment in my neighborhood, and so we met up at a new wine bar and talked. He’s so easy to speak with, and he’s really outgoing and funny. Then we went across the way to get Mexican food, and then to a French restaurant up the street for dessert and a drink. It was getting late, so he walked me home. I really am enjoying my time with him. I wonder if he thinks of this as more of a “going out partner” more so then a potential relationship. He texts me nightly, usually with a “how are you”. Which is nice, don’t get me wrong, but really? And today is Tuesday, if you want to see me again, you should ask me out already- I’m booking fast! I think the next time I see him, I am going to try to be less “friendly and pal-like” and more like goddess you can’t stop thinking about. Nonetheless, I will try to portray a more serious side, because no doubt my “go with the flow” attitude screams, wecan do whatever and I don’t care, but that’s not the case for me, and I’ll change that! Which brings us to today. I’m going to the baseball game with J- the boy from Korean BBQ 2 weeks ago. The same guy who I never called back in the beginning but he had continued to call. I think what’s nice is that were going to do an activity outside of a bar or restaurant, and that should be fun. I’m a bit nervous, bc baseball is a 10 hour event and bc he’s a die hard fan, I doubt we’ll leave early- what happens if I run out of things to say?? Believe it, it happens! He’s picking me up after work in his car, and were driving… this should be fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-5988155936575003251?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/5988155936575003251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=5988155936575003251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/5988155936575003251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/5988155936575003251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/08/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m back!'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-7313238930700214013</id><published>2008-08-08T19:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T19:26:48.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation time!</title><content type='html'>I'm going away for a week, but tune back in to see new posts when I return.&lt;br /&gt;To note, I went out with M on Wednesday, we had an awesome time! Went to a wine bar on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UES&lt;/span&gt; and then went to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt; after. I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;mexican&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Good times, and I may see him tonight, but not sure....&lt;br /&gt;J from earlier this week is &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; on the radar, and I will see him when I get back. &lt;br /&gt;I've been speaking with another J, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; meet him when I get back&lt;br /&gt;Argentina is still in Argentina, so again, I'll wait it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; out.... talk to you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-7313238930700214013?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/7313238930700214013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=7313238930700214013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7313238930700214013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7313238930700214013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation time!'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-847921884821864824</id><published>2008-08-06T19:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:01:30.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BBQ</title><content type='html'>I met up with j at a Korean BBQ restaurant.  I hate Korean BBQ which is why I went straight for a rice dish.  J is nice, and I have no complaints.  Actually I once went out with him about a month ago and then we lost touch- but he most recently called me (a few times!) and so I finally said yes, lets get together. I asked why he called after we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;didn&lt;/span&gt;’t speak from the first time.  He told me his mother said ‘try it again” which I thought was really cute. We did a lot of catching up, which was nice.  He taught me the in’s and out’s of how to perfect your meat on the BBQ pit (yikes!).  He’s a huge baseball fan and invited me to a game sometime next week.  I’ll be away on another vacation… &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; the life!  But I did tell him that we should get together when I get back.  And I hope he takes me up on it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-847921884821864824?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/847921884821864824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=847921884821864824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/847921884821864824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/847921884821864824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/08/bbq.html' title='BBQ'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-2911507974069641958</id><published>2008-07-31T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:36:56.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel bad for the guy next to us!</title><content type='html'>I met a new D at a wine bar down the street. I've never been, and will not go back.  Its about the size of my bathroom!  And thus I feel bad for the man who sat next to us.  Overall the date was less then stellar.  Yet D was nice, but not for me.  Some choice moments include him telling me of his recent hobby of reading palms, as he read mine, and sized me up.  How he works at a nursing home on the weekends, but he likes to call them, gasp- R-"s.  (i just can't write it here)!  He doesn't actually have a normal job, (like he said), he's aspiring to be a musician who seems to have a good heart, but does everything on his own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;schedule&lt;/span&gt; and time.  Then he went on to chat the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Flinstones&lt;/span&gt;, and how he likes Betty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; she's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;subservient&lt;/span&gt;, and he thinks Barny is a Hustler because you never see him work.  He lives in his grandma's rent controlled apartment in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Inwood&lt;/span&gt;, and pays $87 bones for it!  We wrapped it up because he had to go to an art gallery opening down the street, we split the bill because I wanted out!  Good times, it makes me laugh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-2911507974069641958?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/2911507974069641958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=2911507974069641958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2911507974069641958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2911507974069641958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-feel-bad-for-guy-next-to-us.html' title='I feel bad for the guy next to us!'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-6783727746424944743</id><published>2008-07-31T21:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:28:50.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Skee Ball!!</title><content type='html'>Last night I went out with M- hello &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;insta&lt;/span&gt;- click!&lt;br /&gt;So fun, caring, and warm, really engaging, and nice. And he loves to chill and party, and was so much fun to be with!  We went to Session 73 and drank and chatted, and hung out.  Somehow we got onto the subject of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Skee&lt;/span&gt; Ball league and decided to walk over to Brother Jimmy's and play their less then stellar lane there. Now be aware that most of the people in the bar were using the lane as a cocktail table, and they were not thrilled to take their stuff off-in fact some guy went as far to say that he thought it was "weird" to play that at 11PM in a crowded bar.  Yikes!  We went on to play, he went on to kick my ass, and we kissed a lot, and then he offered to walk me home!  I took a cab, hello it was midnight!  And then he called me today... he's nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-6783727746424944743?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/6783727746424944743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=6783727746424944743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6783727746424944743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6783727746424944743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/07/skee-ball.html' title='Skee Ball!!'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-8979276027972456006</id><published>2008-07-29T22:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T08:08:39.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>Wow.  I just don't even know how to describe this date. Lets be fair,  it was a quick meet- I didn't even know his name! ( I started chatting with him late last week). I'm sure he told me something like Cal or similar.  get this:&lt;br /&gt;I went to St. Marks, a very cool hip area in the city, meet C at some beer bar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Night starts good, with me chatting about my weekend in fire island, he's been, hooray, we have something in common! And then we continue, He tells me to get a table, and he will bring the drinks.  Then he goes on and tells me of this kick ball team that he does for fun, no its not as dorky as you imagine. And I listen, and tell him about the time I used to play intramural &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;flag&lt;/span&gt; football in the city (granted it was for the beer and men only, but don't fault), but he seems to think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; neat. Then we chat about him being from NYC and that he lives in alphabet city, and how he loves the area. I tell him of my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;fav&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; game &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;skee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ball at ace bar ( which is his "go to") and we dive into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nuances&lt;/span&gt; of the game. Really I did think everything is going well.  And by well I mean, i don't think i would have gone out with him again, because there was no chemistry, but it wasn't a wash out of a night. He finishes his beer, and note I'm not done with my drink ( I know be shocked!)- and then, wait for it.. wait for it. he says he has to go, gets up and leaves!!! Yes, no- "i had a good time, or thanks" he just leaves. I've never been in this situation ever in my life. So I finish my drink, and leave and get the bus back up town. I'm shocked, even now. I have no idea, and I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;baffled&lt;/span&gt;. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; been on bad dates, but none where they get up and leave?! It's called manners! Some part of me does find this comical, because he was way to thin for my taste, and seemed a lot pretentious, but really, manners sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small update of what i have: I AM speaking to Argentina, he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; visiting his family there and won't be back until mid August, we'll see how it plays out then.&lt;br /&gt;Bulgaria called to say he had a wonderful time, and then never called again! I called back, said hi- no word- I'm not heartbroken.&lt;br /&gt;I have a date tomorrow with M&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with a very funny new D- who became a bit guarded with a "I like to chat many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;es on the phone before I go out with a girl". D- really? You either do or you don't so go out and see!&lt;br /&gt;More &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;deets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-8979276027972456006?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/8979276027972456006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=8979276027972456006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8979276027972456006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8979276027972456006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/07/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-2644271525217190695</id><published>2008-07-24T21:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T21:22:57.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay with me...</title><content type='html'>I have a lot of drama going on with my housing, and I don't have a computer (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; buying one tomorrow), then I'm going away for the weekend, and I will begin dating next week.  Please stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-2644271525217190695?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/2644271525217190695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=2644271525217190695&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2644271525217190695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2644271525217190695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/07/stay-with-me.html' title='Stay with me...'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-8887138960213946681</id><published>2008-07-22T19:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:22:37.001-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't cry for me Argentina!</title><content type='html'>I know I’ve not been keeping up the best I can, and I’m sorry. I don’t have a computer, and the one im borrowing, really blows! Anyway, Saturday I met up with the Argentinean. And all day I was so excited, I cleaned my apartment (just in case he came over) and I napped (in hopes of it being a late evening), I even pranced in front of friends for an outfit consultation (yes that’s what girls do- and side note: I must add that the Arden B dress worked its magic!) We met at this new hip Italian restaurant by my house, and had dinner and drinks. And it was really nice, and I had a really good time. To be honest, the communication barrier of understanding and having intelligent conversations is very frustrating. And even though we had a nice time, it was very apparent. We went back to my apartment for a beer, and made out. And then came the drama. Apparently, his understanding of my sarcasm, and my inquisitive mind is something he can not handle. He has an inability to have a conversation in a normal tone of voice if its something he disagrees with. Ex: I said we were different, and that customs in Argentina are completely different then here.. which he clearly didn’t like, and proceeded to raise his voice. But in a “I don’t have a middle octave range” I go straight from normal convo, to the annoyed “why don’t you understand me?!!?” And thus the entire month of dating began to unravel. To be fair, im not an easy person with respect to holding things back either. And on occasion I could be know to push and push and push until I get what I want… (a quality worth working on)- and that coupling has led to an unfortunate ending, in which I haven’t heard back from him since Sunday which was a small text of saying hi (sent by me). Look- this could mean nothing- although we used to speak a few times a day on email.. or this could be done. But either way, something would have to change, and im not sure if he or I are willing to do that. This should be easy… right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-8887138960213946681?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/8887138960213946681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=8887138960213946681&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8887138960213946681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8887138960213946681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/07/dont-cry-for-me-argentina.html' title='Don&apos;t cry for me Argentina!'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-2552936810568283581</id><published>2008-07-22T19:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T19:22:17.776-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Cards</title><content type='html'>Do I wear a sign that says “ I will sponser your visa if you marry me?” because I’m beginning to think I am…. Last night I shared mojitos and empanadas with the Bulgarian. That’s right- I’m going international! I spoke to him on the phone prior and heard no accent, and then when I arrived at the restaurant- accent! To be honest, it’s a slight accent, as he went to a English speaking boarding school, and College, and Business school all here in the US. The Bulgarian speaks a lot, which is wonderful, and he’s very engaging and is very intelligent. He told me briefly about nightmare apartment situation (he’s in the same problem as me… no roommate!), and then we spoke about his job, and his Visa (which im now a pro at) ha! We left, he gave me his card and he said he would call me. And I hope he does…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-2552936810568283581?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/2552936810568283581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=2552936810568283581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2552936810568283581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2552936810568283581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/07/green-cards.html' title='Green Cards'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-7562786863657921935</id><published>2008-07-15T22:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:14:53.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Im Slacking</title><content type='html'>In so many ways.. I haven't been able to get onto a computer.. which means I have not been the most popular on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dizzler&lt;/span&gt;... I went on tonight and wrote a few people... Lets see if they write back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now on an aside, I missed blogging about 2 dates with the Argentinian, which are getting better by the date!  Last &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; we went out to dinner, and what seemed to be a good place, the Essex house in the E village, but the service was poor, and the food was average, clearly I don't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;recommend&lt;/span&gt; it.  But the date was nice, until it turned into a night club, and again I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;couldn't&lt;/span&gt; hear him, so we went to a wine bar down the street.  To be honest, he's funny, and cute.  But again there is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;definite&lt;/span&gt; confusion on his part with sarcasm and joking.  He takes me seriously, and I believe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; because of the language barrier.  Which truthfully, its a low barrier, because he speaks English perfectly, and understands it- but sometimes gets messed up on words like "frazzled" and sometimes he says things with his accent that don't even resemble a word that one could understand: ex- Last night at dinner ( yes we went out again) he said something about running and the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;endorphins&lt;/span&gt;" make you feel better... he put the emphasis on the wrong syllable, and so it sounded funny.  On a less critical note, he's really nice, and said that I was pretty (which now sounds very elementary as I write it here). We had dinner and drinks, and then I was tired, so we parted ways only after our 10 minute &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;PDA&lt;/span&gt; session.  And to think I would always make fun of others when they made out on the street...hysterical!&lt;br /&gt;He travels a lot for business, so he's away until Friday, but we talk everyday on email, so I'm sure we'll get a plan together.  Stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-7562786863657921935?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/7562786863657921935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=7562786863657921935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7562786863657921935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7562786863657921935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-slacking.html' title='Im Slacking'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-5522342399836479741</id><published>2008-07-09T20:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:52:11.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3.0</title><content type='html'>I'm back! And am thinking more clearly. I spoke with S, the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Argentinian&lt;/span&gt; throughout my vacation, and was excited to go out with him on Monday, when I got back.  This time we went to Cellar bar inside the Bryant Park Hotel, and had drinks, and then took a cab down to the Meatpacking to get grub. All in all, I like him.  He's nice, and very attractive, and down to earth. He is a bit quiet, and sometimes misses my bad humor, and i blame that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;solely&lt;/span&gt; on the language difference, but he's a great listener, and dare i say it... a very good kisser!!&lt;br /&gt;We have plans for dinner this Friday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-5522342399836479741?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/5522342399836479741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=5522342399836479741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/5522342399836479741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/5522342399836479741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/07/30.html' title='3.0'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-8820259244377236789</id><published>2008-07-01T23:23:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:46:49.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.9</title><content type='html'>In continuing with the boycott of dates prior to my vacation (which i clearly gave up on), I went out with S- the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Argentinian&lt;/span&gt; (which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; aware, is probably incorrectly spelled). He's attractive, even though it was dim. But trust me, he was! We met at Under bar in the W hotel, great place, usually quiet, but of course not tonight, just my luck. There was a private party, yet we decided to stay. Now, i don't have a final idea as far as how the date went with respect to doing it again, but i blame that mostly on the loudness- as it was abnormally loud! Add in that he has an accent and didn't quite pick up on all of my jokes (blame Argentina!) and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; what you end up with. Truth is, I really enjoyed speaking with him. Clearly someone who is more guarded then I- yes its possible. I did most of the asking, but he did talk a lot when given the right topic. I tired to reserve some of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;favs&lt;/span&gt;, like TV so that I had back-up topics for next time. We were there for 2.5 hours, 1 drink, and loud noise, I had to leave. towards the end I made him find the waitress who actually left from the cocktail hour shift, to get the check. He kindly paid and we left. Now, to be honest, we kissed a lot, in public, which is my least favorite thing to do, however he's a very good kisser, which is always good, and thus I continued. And he seemed very gentlemanly as he offered to walk me to the bus- he lives around Wall Street. He's very smart, but quiet, and nice, and I hope to see him again. He did text me to say goodnight, and that we will see each other when I get back- lets hope that comes true, and that it's quieter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; all for now, I'll be back on 7/7- stay tuned for updates then!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-8820259244377236789?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/8820259244377236789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=8820259244377236789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8820259244377236789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8820259244377236789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/07/29.html' title='2.9'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-6171212455487198071</id><published>2008-07-01T23:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T20:46:03.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.8</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; I know what I said- no dates until I get back from my vacation.. and I did mean it, however, i thought, wasted time isn't that great either, and why not seize the day (would totally have spelled out the latin words but thought i would butcher them!). I met P at Sutton Place- hold you opinions, yes i know, however we both work in the area, and while it screams college &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;especially&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; he's 30, i thought, why not give it a chance. He was nice, and arrived a moment before I did. It was a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Monday&lt;/span&gt;, so the place was empty- awesome... and i do mean that. He's shy and you can tell he felt a bit &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;awkward&lt;/span&gt;, he's the typical lawyer from LI, and just moved to the city. that took up a lot of our conversation, and then we randomly spoke about Disney. I heart Disney- yes i did just say that!!! So naturally, i felt this kindred that we somehow really clicked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; the conversation didn't stop and just went on and on about Disney. One has to wonder, yes, that conversation does eventually end, but does it really have to? Anyway we each had a beer, and then we parted. I do hope I see him again, no complete verdict on him, but i thought he was nice, so I'll keep you posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-6171212455487198071?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/6171212455487198071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=6171212455487198071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6171212455487198071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6171212455487198071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/07/28.html' title='2.8'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-5392629830240399158</id><published>2008-06-26T19:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:04:28.527-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.7</title><content type='html'>I went out with D (a new one) last night on a so-so date. Not good, but not bad, which means no.  To keep everyone in the loop, the amazing date last week never called, so there clearly &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;wasn&lt;/span&gt;’t something there that I thought, as per the usual.  I’m taking some time off, 2 week &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hiatus&lt;/span&gt; from dating.  I’&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ve&lt;/span&gt; moved further and further away from the goal of meeting new cool people, and have suddenly appeared desperate ever since D and I called it quits.  That’s not the person I was when I started this, and that’s not what I want to exude as a person out. I’m not desperate, I’m awesome, and I have a wonderful life, and I just need to get back to it.  Stay tuned for dates starting back around July 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; area. (unless i'm poised with an offer that I can't resist)&lt;br /&gt;Now as something fun I thought I might share some people who I actually never got to meet for 1 reason or another, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; call, perhaps after we spoke on the phone I didn't want to meet them, or i never called them back... yes i keep all the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;details&lt;/span&gt; of everyone I speak to ever in a book, this way i can keep track of facts about each guy, what we spoke about, and what i wore, and where we went!  You have to keep track!&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Theres&lt;/span&gt; J from Staten Island who worked in IT&lt;br /&gt;- R who asked a lot of political view point questions on the phone&lt;br /&gt;- K who's in ad sales who never actually called me&lt;br /&gt;- J- who went to business school in Philly, and just moved in the city&lt;br /&gt;- D from Chicago but loves the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;botanical&lt;/span&gt; gardens&lt;br /&gt;- M who's from my hometown in PA&lt;br /&gt;- J &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;whos&lt;/span&gt; a doctor from FL&lt;br /&gt;- M who works in real estate sales&lt;br /&gt;- J who is also a lawyer&lt;br /&gt;- I who is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;architect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- D another Lawyer&lt;br /&gt;- C who doesn't want anything serious&lt;br /&gt;- Y who worked at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;tribecca&lt;/span&gt; film festival and got me in to see some shows!&lt;br /&gt;- D who had the most beautiful eyes &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i've&lt;/span&gt; ever seen&lt;br /&gt;- R who is a photographer as a hobby&lt;br /&gt;And the list goes on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-5392629830240399158?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/5392629830240399158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=5392629830240399158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/5392629830240399158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/5392629830240399158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/06/27.html' title='2.7'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-1903044570332649436</id><published>2008-06-22T10:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T10:23:01.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.6- date on 6/19</title><content type='html'>Quite possibility one of the most fun times I’ve had in a while.  Now lets pray he calls…  I met J ( a new J) at the W for a drink- we sit down, and it was a bit awkward as in he was a bit quiet.  However, that changed pretty quickly after finding some mutual ground to talk about. He went to Cornell, so naturally we had the upstate thing to chat about.  He’s funny, and runs his own company.  A smart cookie, as he recently graduated from Harvard business school.  The waiter thought we were a couple, and he funny-ily, played it off, saying this was our anniversary, and how wonderful we are, etc. and the waiter totally bought it!  He even brought over dessert and wrote “congratulations” on the plate in chocolate!  It was really funny.  We spent a long time there, ate dinner, chatted, and laughed.  Then he said he had to go home to walk his dog.  He has a puppy cocker spaniel named – Prince ( I know, make me gag a little bit!).  I actually went to his house, because we were going to go out to a bar around his area, which is on the other side of the planet in the Meat Packing district.   I met his cutie pie puppy, which incidentally ate my shoe, bc I took them off.  Random, I know!  Like who takes off their shoes?  Anyway, he went to walk his dog, and I left to go home… a wonderful time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-1903044570332649436?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/1903044570332649436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=1903044570332649436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1903044570332649436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1903044570332649436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/06/26-date-on-619.html' title='2.6- date on 6/19'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-6600631236427222621</id><published>2008-06-19T09:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:44:49.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.5</title><content type='html'>Admittedly, I was in a bad mood yesterday. So naturally I wasn’t excited to do anything, let alone be perky and friendly. However, I did still want to see J and I trekked it across town to his apartment. His roommate had just moved out on Saturday so his apartment looked spacious. Picture no couch, no TV in the living room, no table, no cups! So we went into his bedroom to watch Weeds the tv show. Which as a side note, is not nearly all its cracked up to be! Then again I did only see one episode. After the show we chatted, and made out (PG style) and then I left to go home. Overall it was a very pleasant night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-6600631236427222621?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/6600631236427222621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=6600631236427222621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6600631236427222621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6600631236427222621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/06/25.html' title='2.5'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-6793020373127748446</id><published>2008-06-18T09:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T09:44:17.967-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.4</title><content type='html'>I need to change my dizzler profile to read: YOU MUST MAKE DECISIONS and/or PLANS! Is it that hard? Look, I believe everyone has a mind for themselves, but on a first date, a man should have an idea if not a plan of a place to go. For the second time this week, I met a date on the corner, and then walked aimlessly around looking to go somewhere. That usually leads to a conversation like this: do you want dinner? I don’t care, I don’t care either, do you want drinks? Where do you want to go? - Its very frustrating, to be in the city where choices are endless, and not have the other person help to make a decision. Or at least just decide for the first date. That was my PSA- I met L on the corner of 50 and Lex- we walked to 2nd, and 58th looking for places… all the while passing places that I said, oh how about this, or that… just frustrating. Now, L is cute, he has bad teeth, but he’s nice. He’s Israeli, and when I spoke with him on the phone the night before, I thought, yikes- I’m in for a rude awakening, because I can barely understand him. It was slightly better in person. We went to get sushi, and spoke a lot about his life in Israel, and the army, and his business he started here. I think he’s very ambitious- his family runs a diamond manufacturing company in Israel, and they ship him the diamonds, and then he sells it to brokers, who then sell it to the store. He lives with a few Israeli friends, and at that moment, I imagined myself out on a Friday night with him, and thinking- wow I can never be buzzed around him and his friends, because I wouldn’t understand what they’re all saying! Incidentally- they speak Hebrew at home. He’s cute, and nice, but too thin, and the teeth. Overall I’m on the fence about this one. We shall see if he calls.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m meeting up with J on the West side to begin the "Weeds" series. As far as "we" are concerned, I’ll feel it out later- his shyness might be diminishing- but then again, I might be wrong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-6793020373127748446?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/6793020373127748446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=6793020373127748446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6793020373127748446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6793020373127748446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/06/24.html' title='2.4'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-7219221202801095127</id><published>2008-06-16T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T19:59:42.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.3</title><content type='html'>Date last night was good. I met up with J (same boy from Thursday). After a ½ hour of back and forth where do you want to go etc… we finally found a local corner bar on the UWS. We ordered drinks, and then spoke about his roommate leaving, and his plans with the apartment, and his impending trip to Hong Kong. All of it was very nice. I think he’s attractive. But he’s shy- as in painfully quiet. And even worse- I called him out on the decision making thing, and his answer is “I don’t make decisions/and I don’t plan”. Both are big time negative attributes, because that’s me! And someone needs to plan and make a decision! I mean he’s sooo bad that when I asked where did he want to meet, he couldn’t even pick the street! That’s really bad. As the night went on, he seemed to open up a bit more, and the conversations turned to TV, and that’s obviously a favorite of mine. We made plans to start to watch Weeds, on Showtime together sometime this week. So yes, I’ll go outwith him again, because maybe he’ll open up a bit when he gets to know someone… but after date 3, I’ll make a game time decision. He walked to me to the corner we kissed, and then I left… we texted back and forth for about an hour and then I went to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-7219221202801095127?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/7219221202801095127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=7219221202801095127&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7219221202801095127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7219221202801095127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/06/23.html' title='2.3'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-8019364872732396388</id><published>2008-06-15T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T09:51:00.889-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This time around</title><content type='html'>This time around things will be different.  I've done a lot of thinking in the past week, and well I've realized I could have handled things differently, but the truth is, we all could have at some point.  This time I'm going to concentrate, try, and be mature about the entire dating scene.   Its less numbers (although that won't hurt) and more about developing feelings.  And that's what I will be striving for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-8019364872732396388?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/8019364872732396388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=8019364872732396388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8019364872732396388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8019364872732396388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/06/this-time-around.html' title='This time around'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-4051667572741488287</id><published>2008-06-13T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T13:21:53.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.2</title><content type='html'>Last night I went out with J- someone who I connected with through emails a while ago- never met, and then we lost touch. Not quite sure if I could describe this complex strange diamond/IT/consulting/selling job he does, so we’ll just call him the Jeweler. He’s my age- which I can now say after dating a lot of different people in a lot of different age ranges, my conclusion is people my age are bad decision makers. To start- we went back in forth 5 emails before I decided on a place. I would really like for people to take initiative…. Alas we meet after texts of I’ll be late/he’ll be late. But overall it was nice. We chatted a lot about our both seemingly same strange roommate situation and how were both being left high and dry! He also loves to travel, which is really a passion of mine as well. He’s even going on what would be my dream vacation- Thailand, Japan, China, and back, for the entire month of July! That’s really neat. I had to leave about an hour and change into the meeting because I had other plans, but we did say we would speak again, as I think we both had a really nice time. We texted back and forth a lot last night- it was nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-4051667572741488287?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/4051667572741488287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=4051667572741488287&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4051667572741488287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4051667572741488287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/06/22.html' title='2.2'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-9064783652627627466</id><published>2008-06-11T10:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:42:27.204-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2.1</title><content type='html'>To catch you up on what I’ve been up to: Things with D went south last weekend, really too much to tell, but to put it nicely, I’m about 99% sure it’s done. Let’s say alcohol, no food, courage from the alcohol, and immaturity played huge parts. I’m very upset, bc I feel like I had gotten to know D and really grew fond of our time together. Yes, I did cry- it’s a really bad situation and in my heart I know this isn’t right.&lt;br /&gt;Alas this brings me back to the entire point of the experiment. In just 30 days, I met and dated wonderful guys, became close with them, and then managed to loose them all! That was not supposed to be the outcome- hence my need to begin this process again, and take the lessons that I learned last month and put them to good use. Because this time- I’m not gonna fuck it up.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I went out with J- he’s a beverage sales manager-esque. Works for Sam Adams and travels to stores to make sure others like Sam Adams, something to that effect. Were both on the UES so we met at Vespa Bar- great. I walk from my house a measly 3 blocks, and manage to sweat pounds of weight off! I even brought a compress to dab my brow- very grandma-esque. Then I readjust my dress and notice he’s waiting outside, cool. We go in, sit down, chat for a bit, then get a glass of wine. He orders some tasting plate of vegetables and we continue to chat. He’s my age, lives alone, makes his own hours, loves to travel, the whole deal. Strangely my mind wanders, back and forth between our conversation, and what it would be like to be there with someone else. We do have a lot in common, but the truth is I don’t think I have any romantic connection with him, so that’s a big negative. The date is 2.5 hours, so there was stuff to talk about, there was just something missing. Not sure if I will see him again, we shall see.&lt;br /&gt;I have dates lined up through Sunday- and will continue to go out until I find my prince charming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-9064783652627627466?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/9064783652627627466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=9064783652627627466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/9064783652627627466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/9064783652627627466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/06/21.html' title='2.1'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-8070343618557969817</id><published>2008-05-29T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T10:47:21.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused</title><content type='html'>Went over D’s house last night- we watched a movie… or something like that. Which was a lot of fun!  It appears that I haven’t heard anything back from A- since our phone convo, which is fine, as I’m sure he’s busy, but makes me a bit uneasy, bc I’m now left with 1 person. And putting all your eggs in one basket usually leads it to break!  And that makes me scared. I guess its not about the quantity of people that I need to steadily date, it’s the fact that this all needs to become a bit deeper to realize if this is someone I perhaps want to date even on a more exclusive level.  Regardless, I’m starting on Monday with a fresh slate, and while its definitely about quality, I think the way to get there is quantity.  Am I wrong?  Sooooo confused!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-8070343618557969817?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/8070343618557969817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=8070343618557969817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8070343618557969817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8070343618557969817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/confused.html' title='Confused'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-619488784777234241</id><published>2008-05-28T09:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T09:54:09.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Game on!</title><content type='html'>After a long conversation with A last night I think I’ve changed my mind again- game on!  To break it down, my mindset works in the following way: I once dated only one person, and just when the coast was clear, and I felt like I could let my guard down, I did- and just as quickly, I became sadly hurt, because the guy had been dating others all along, and choose someone else.  Hence why I like to date multiple people.  So as stated yesterday, I think 3 is a round number, and perfectly doable.  But now more then ever, I feel like I maybe looking for 2 additional people.  Here’s why:  I spoke with A last night, and was painted a picture of the old “S”- the one who could go from HH all the way through 4am without food.  That’s not the person I am today, yet, sometimes it rears its ugly head.  Queue Friday!  And the sad thing is, I knew this would happen, going downtown to meet him at 11PM, and I knew I should have been in bed, and not at a bar.  Turns out A has “anger issues” (his words) and doesn’t really appreciate intoxicated people.  To further ice the cake, he’s in a less then stellar mental place, with no job, awful job market, and at a loss of what he wants to do/be, he thought that by now in his life he would have had a gf (which is refreshing to hear) and a better apt, and at least a direction.  All last night I learned, is not the case.  And while we talked it was strange for me to hear someone say all of this.  First- why are you calling me, if your going to call me out on my behavior (which I deserve)?  And Secondly, its about time I see a glimmer of the real person you are, and not the presumptuous, hipster, trust fund baby that you claim to be every time we talk.  Now, despite the heaping dose of honesty, I was left wondering still why would he have called me, and to further ice the cake, why does he still want to go out?  Regardless of the answers (which I wasn’t satisfied with) I told him that I would like to see him again, and that we would talk soon.  But this all begs the question of, while I know this kid is special and will amount to amazing things in the future, from what I can see the immediate outlook brings things to light that I’m not sure I want to deal with in him, and myself included. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;Moral = get back dating....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-619488784777234241?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/619488784777234241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=619488784777234241&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/619488784777234241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/619488784777234241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/game-on.html' title='Game on!'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-8493970968833611480</id><published>2008-05-27T11:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T12:00:13.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok Listen up Kids</title><content type='html'>So I’ve given it great thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I’m tired and I don’t want to go through the “motions” and I don’t want to miss anymore bad TV- and my friends, so I think I might alter the experiment. Its not fair to be ½ minded out on dates.  The end goal is still going to be the same- I’m trying to find someone who is absolutely fantastic!  And I guess I’ve been out of the loop of “dating” someone for quite some time here because I perhaps had forgotten that your fondness for the other person grows over time.  And that’s precisely what’s happening with D and A.  Now, because I live in a superstitious mindset, I’m now on the hunt for man #3- and then I will take time to really explore these friendships that can hopefully turn into meaningful relationships.  3 is a good number to juggle and I think it will really allow me to have a life and date.&lt;br /&gt;I guess in the end what I’m saying is, my 30 days expired last night.  I went on 24 dates in 30 days!  I’d say that’s a lot… on me, my wallet, and my social life!  However a small piece of me feels as if because I didn’t complete the task, that I must continue on in search.  And so that’s what I will do.  Consider this the next chapter if you will; Titled-  Ok listen up kids (thanks g!) – Yes, I will be still out on blind dates nightly, but the result here is looking for a 3rd quality candidate, someone who I can possible grow a relationship with.&lt;br /&gt;We will all still read about D and A (hopefully) and I’m hoping to continue getting to know them better and an additional person as well.  To end on that note, I have no free nights this week, but I do have to call J and H back, and will try to schedule something with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-8493970968833611480?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/8493970968833611480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=8493970968833611480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8493970968833611480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8493970968833611480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/ok-listen-up-kids.html' title='Ok Listen up Kids'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-8761189149735544084</id><published>2008-05-26T10:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:19:06.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 24</title><content type='html'>I meet A at his friends birthday party on Friday night.  It was nice, and funny to see his friends interact with him.  We kissed a few times in the bar, and then left for a more quiet place to drink.  We went to some random place in Alphabet city, and chatted there for hours!  Whats nice about him is that despite being his age and a guy he is really looking for a serious relationship- and he makes that known!  Its quite refreshing actually.  But because he's 25 he's also unsettled, and from what I can see, he's a bit scattered in his life, job, thoughts etc.  Which who isn't??!  We both got &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; tipsy and I left to go home at around 3:30 am- which probably was a bit to late.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;haven't&lt;/span&gt; spoken to A since- because we've been playing a lot of phone tag- he went to Philadelphia for the holiday weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new plan is to look for a 3rd person for the mix.  Not just anyone, but a quality person, and then I think I will work to focus on the 3 people, and get to know everyone better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-8761189149735544084?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/8761189149735544084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=8761189149735544084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8761189149735544084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8761189149735544084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-24.html' title='Date # 24'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-1508285894014280525</id><published>2008-05-26T10:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T10:09:37.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #23</title><content type='html'>I had lunch with D, and it was nice to have good conversation sans alcohol.  Actually the lunch was quite quick as he had to go to the airport to meet friends for a golfing trip.  So overall lovely, but nothing to write specifics about.  Now this was Friday afternoon, and I'm writing this Monday, so to fill you in on other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;tid&lt;/span&gt;-bits.  We've talked every day since he's been away!  and yesterday we spoke for at least a 1/2 hour &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;which probably&lt;/span&gt; is no big deal, but he's on vacation with friends! Overall, it puts a smile on my face, which is a good sign.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-1508285894014280525?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/1508285894014280525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=1508285894014280525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1508285894014280525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1508285894014280525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-23.html' title='Date #23'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-2825679505462401753</id><published>2008-05-23T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:28:31.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 22</title><content type='html'>Last night was the worst date I’ve had in a while. Or maybe ever- I couldn’t even hold a conversation, and for me, that’s rough.  So we arrived at Accademia Di Vino, a wine bar, but should be called a nightclub on Thursday nights!  It was packed, and loud, and they placed people at other peoples tables.  Ex: they have a 4 top, but had 2 random couples of people.  That’s where H and I sat.  Now, H is gorgeous!  As in very well dressed and perfectly coifed hair, and a really manly voice!  But it was quite apparent from the moment we sat that we had nothing to talk about.  It took the waiter litterly 20 min to come over to ask what we wanted to drink, which I jumped at the fact of getting a glass of wine. H had just worked an all- nighter, he’s a lawyer, but I’m assuming working on a really big case.  We’ve spoken on the phone a few times before (which side note: I think only once if that people should speak on the phone- frankly, you waste all the good topics, and it leaves no excitement for the real meeting, plus I hate the phone).  But we spoke briefly about travel, as he mentioned working for a fellowship in Europe, even that was like pulling teeth!  Its like hes attractive, and apparently very proper (his dads a diplomat) he grew up partly in Africa (where the dad was).  He has a house in the Hampton’s, and sisters in the city, and we had a friend in common!  But even after all of that I was painfully annoyed at the lack of conversation. So typical me, I realize only ½ way thru this painful date that I’m missing an earring- so what do you do at that point?  Say something, which I didn’t- instead I kept pulling my hair over that ear, which made me look, Hot!  Then this unique couple sat next to us, and we were betting to see what their relationship was- apparently he’s Martin Sheens brother, and the bombshell he was with was the most exciting part of my evening.  We left… I texted thanks and that I had just noticed I lost my earring, and I wasn’t trying to pull a new fashion trend on him.  No word back, and that’s OK in my book.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I’m meeting up with A and going for drinks at his friends birthday party- that should be quite interesting.&lt;br /&gt;To tell the truth, I’m a bit bummed about this date, mainly because I pride myself as being able to save any conversation, but also because in the bigger picture, I kind of feel that I haven’t met enough amazing people.  And that I’ve tricked myself into thinking this process is easy- which it’s not.  And it leaves me feeling a bit less then stellar, and I’m not sure what to do about that.  I wonder if this is even the right approach- numbers game?!?! Why is this so hard?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-2825679505462401753?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/2825679505462401753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=2825679505462401753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2825679505462401753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2825679505462401753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-22.html' title='Date # 22'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-4345712508675974898</id><published>2008-05-22T09:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:38:47.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 21</title><content type='html'>What a wonderful time (sighing) with D last night.  We met up at – what I’m beginning to call “our” place, corny I know, Jacques.  Had 2 drinks, and really good conversation.  In answer to some peoples questions from an email prior- no he didn’t live with someone who was 43 when he was 16.  We talked a lot about his family, and what’s going on in our lives. And trust, and my lack to giving it to people.  And im not some jaded girl who has been burned 1 to many times, but more I’m superstitious, and me telling a friend or dare I say it, my mom, makes this all to real.  And its kind of scary when its real, to me at least, because I’ve never had that. And when I thought I might have, that really wasn’t real.  Plus D is much older then I am, and really finds this bizarre, and smidgenly immature. But I moved past that.&lt;br /&gt;   We decided we were going to go watch a “movie” and so we left.  Now, this is just the beginning of my immaturity, bc before leaving im like- oh what movie do you want to watch? And then I harped on it- and then I asked him back to my house.  I don’t have a DVD player! Ha!  We arrive at my apartment (incidentally he lives a block away) and start to make out.  Very PG-13 style, until we go to my bedroom.  In which it turns more R rated (NOT WHAT YOUR THINKING), but I pull the usually.. stop have a conversation, start, stop… again, immature- but at least I can admit that.  We have such fantastic conversations, the ones that are very surface level, but say a lot about someone- like favorite holidays, and the 90210, and being a closet GG enthusiast. At one point, his hand is on my leg, and says why do you always wear boy shorts?  Which shocked me a bit, bc he’s the furthest from any type of random knowledge about that kind of stuff possible.  So I said oh I like them- because you can walk around with out pants on (like who does/says that?).  However, what he doesn’t know is that they were granny panties!  I didn’t think I’d be having him over!!! I’m a nightmare.&lt;br /&gt;He left and I went to bed, but he texted, and we’ll see each other soon.&lt;br /&gt;Updates: tonight I have a date with H and were meeting for wine and cheese. Hooray! I heart cheese!&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I’m still speaking with A everyday, and I’m working on tricky scheduling to see him on Friday before he leaves for the holiday weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-4345712508675974898?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/4345712508675974898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=4345712508675974898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4345712508675974898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4345712508675974898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-21.html' title='Date # 21'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-1018975266955681466</id><published>2008-05-20T13:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T13:11:52.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Took last night off, and I’ll be taking tonight off as well- this entire process has completely drained me, and I feel like I’m going thru the motions more so then actually what I should be doing.  I really only feel this way when I’m cultivating new opportunities, ex: last night I spoke on the phone to 3 people.  A, this new H and R.  Each person needed a ½ hour ( way to long in my opinion) and in the end I scored plans with A and H.  And R said oh we should talk again tonight.  I’m old fashioned, and I respect the fact that people don’t want to waste their time, so they screen.  But really- isn’t it a waste to speak for days at a time, meet for a drink, and decide- its not worth it?&lt;br /&gt;And also I find myself lately thinking, when will it be an OK time to actually tell a few friends that I’m dating someone, and are these people seeing others?  Which based on the source of my recruiting, I’d be inclined to say they are.  I’m doing it, so why do I think that theyre not doing the same thing every night? Yet a small part of me thinks they aren’t- and that precisely is the mindset that will get me into complete trouble by trusting someone.  It’s confusing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-1018975266955681466?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/1018975266955681466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=1018975266955681466&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1018975266955681466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1018975266955681466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-2312304107529203359</id><published>2008-05-19T16:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T16:17:59.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 20</title><content type='html'>I went out with D on Saturday night.  Now, we had a fantastic time!- but I think that I’m starting to see everything about him on a different level, both good and bad things.  We meet in his lobby and take a cab down to Sotho.  In the cab we both discover our love for Hotel bars, and I snuck in my top picks for the best HH eats while at the bar.  We went to some Mediterranean place, where apparently he’s been before- because they know his name.  We eat, and chat, and he gives me some of his poetry to read (and that’s not really “me”) but I read anyway.  He says he has other things planned, and we go to Hudson Bar and Books, bc it’s his favorite place, and when he was an I banker, he would always go there with his friends, and it just has good memories.  Well I thought we were there for an hour, and I come to realize that we were there for 4! Time flew… and so did the drinks. D drinks a lot- and he can bc he’s bigger then me. Now, we’d all think that’s great, bc so do I, but really, we don’t need 2 lushes! We took a cab back together- and I slept over his apartment.  And believe me we did NOTHING!  Because I feel asleep as soon as I walked in the door- awesome! Then on Sunday we spent the better half of the morning lying in bed listening to music and chatting, then napping, then chatting.  It was quite comfortable.  D is a very introspective person, and quiet at times, but he’s got a big heart, and he’s cuddly like a bear, and cute.  I think were going out again on Wednesday, bc he is going out of town this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to add back some new people, so that I don’t get to attached.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-2312304107529203359?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/2312304107529203359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=2312304107529203359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2312304107529203359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/2312304107529203359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-20.html' title='Date # 20'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-868671907382968813</id><published>2008-05-17T09:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T10:09:18.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 19</title><content type='html'>I didn't cancel despite the hurricane like conditions out last night.  I was to meet A at Extra Virgin a small, let me emphasize small &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; in the W Village.  I took the subway from my apartment, because i thought it would be impossible to get a cab- already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a big feat for me, and not surprisingly, I got lost! I really feel that below 14&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; street no one has any idea how to get around NYC, let alone speak &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;!  Its pouring, and cold, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; lost... but I finally find my way after the pizza delivery guy points me in the opposite way that I was originally walking.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt; is super tiny, and they don't take reservations- A was waiting there, and we got drinks at the bar.  Truth, i was annoyed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; a lot of people walking and bumping into each other, but finally we sit.  And chat, and it feels comfortable, and nice, and he loves to talk, and he's really good at engaging me in a conversation.  He pays compliments every other word, which is cute.  To confirm, he's a self labeled snob, as he so eloquently put it, and is a Trust fund baby- which would be the reason for his love of designer everything.. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;yack&lt;/span&gt;!   But seriously, he's cute, and smart, and funny- he paid for dinner, and then we walked (yes in the rain) to try to find a cab (yes, best of luck!) and then finally got into one.  Went to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Tribecca&lt;/span&gt; Grand hotel, and had drinks there.  We sat on the couch and made out ( i know i was that girl!!) and chatted and drank.  Overall it was such a fun evening! We'll &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; see each other again, just not sure when.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight- downtown with D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-868671907382968813?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/868671907382968813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=868671907382968813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/868671907382968813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/868671907382968813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-19.html' title='Date # 19'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-4950395622109827961</id><published>2008-05-16T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T09:28:23.241-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 18</title><content type='html'>So I was supposed to be on a 48 hour detox plan, but I ended up meeting D for im-promptu drinks last night.  I think by far the best date yet.  He’s so funny, and kind, and really easy to talk to.  He called, and I almost said I couldn’t go, because I had just got out of the shower, and then I was supposed to clean the apartment.  But I’m so glad I said yes, and we met up for about an hour and half- and I learned so much about him… Like how he was in HS, and his parents, and his family.  It was just really nice. And I have plans with him to go out this Saturday, and I can’t wait. &lt;br /&gt;But bringing it back to reality- I have dinner plans with A tonight, and I too am really excited for that.  Just completely different people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-4950395622109827961?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/4950395622109827961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=4950395622109827961&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4950395622109827961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4950395622109827961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-18.html' title='Date # 18'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-7897061015822446220</id><published>2008-05-14T09:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T09:25:33.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 17</title><content type='html'>I met J for one drink last night at a place called Chill Lounge- the place is nothing spectacular except the prices!  1 Martini and 1 Jack on the rocks was- wait for it, wait for it, $11.00!!  Shocking I know!  So I offered to pay… J  I have very good conversations with J- as he likes to talk a lot also.  And we talked a lot about his family bc both of his sisters are graduating colleges soon.  However, I’m not sure if I’m “attracted” to J.  I mean I enjoy the time when I’m with him, and we laugh, but when we kissed I was more like, ehhhh more then I should have been.  Also, he works in a professional industry that’s fairly pretty intense at times (he’s a lawyer)- yet he describes his work as easy, and that he leaves at 5:30 everyday.  Now, naturally I asked about making your hours, and doing extra, and really he’s pretty firm on a work life balance.  That’s awesome!  Yet- I know plenty of lawyers and they don’t have that…. I said I could probably see him on Sunday, as of right now, I’m free.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I also spoke to D very quickly, as he called to see if I wanted to meet him out- but I couldn’t.  And I also spoke with A- who is very charming, and I’m way out of my league. Somehow we got onto the topic of brands, and I explained that I’m not a brand snob, and he went to town on how he loves brands, and named them all!  Even some I’ve never heard of!  He spoke about these boots, and this suit! I kept saying wow…. And then he kind of stepped back, and made a joke about not being gay (which is OK), because I was totally lost in the convo.  Regardless, he’s funny over the phone, and wicked ambitious.  I never called H or R back, which is tonight’s agenda- I’ll be taking a night off to have my liver recover, and to get some sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-7897061015822446220?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/7897061015822446220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=7897061015822446220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7897061015822446220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7897061015822446220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-17.html' title='Date # 17'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-1912423907913972877</id><published>2008-05-13T15:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T15:55:57.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>date # 16</title><content type='html'>Last night I met with E.  Very sweet, and seemed a bit nervous.  We both had activates to attend to, so it was a quick meeting for a drink.  Overall it went well and he was pleasant.  I don’t know how much of a spark was there, but he could have been pre-occupied because he’s in the process of changing jobs.  Interesting tid-bit of the night: He was engaged once and broke it off because there was no passion after 5 years of dating.  Yikes! &lt;br /&gt;In other news.. I spoke with A last night, and we seem to be emailing back and forth daily.  He alluded to calling me again tonight- hooray!&lt;br /&gt;Just confirmed a place with D for Saturday, so that should be a lot of fun! And quick drinks with J tonight after work.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been playing phone tag with H and R- and anticipate meeting them soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-1912423907913972877?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/1912423907913972877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=1912423907913972877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1912423907913972877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1912423907913972877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-16.html' title='date # 16'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-7883072739431021411</id><published>2008-05-12T13:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T13:37:31.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 15</title><content type='html'>Last night was wonderful!  I had such a fun time with D.  And by fun I mean, there’s something so austere about him, yet, when he speaks its comfortable.  I was late for dinner, which is unfortunate bc that’s becoming a bad habit of mine.  We went to a French restaurant, ate, chatted about the weekend.  It felt nice.  Then we walked home, and I went to his apartment, and we watched a movie.  Now- I know I can be picky- however, his apartment was just so far off the charts of messy that it seems virtually impossible to not have noticed.  I mean there were things everywhere!  And yet, it didn’t seem to bother him.  I didn’t say anything, but if you could imagine the messiest apartment ever- then multiply it by 5 = that’s what I was in last night.  On a different note- we made out on the couch for about an hour, and then I went home, bc I was exhausted!  Overall, great night.  I’m supposed to see him on Saturday, but I was hoping I would be able to see him sooner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres some random thoughts I’ve been having:  I don’t like comparing each person against each other, but I am, and I’m not sure how to stop it.  Each person is sooooo different. D is 35, he’s in a completely different mind-set then anyone I know.  J is 29- he’s closer to my mindset I think, but he’s just moving to the city, and experiencing new things. And I think we might be too alike!  I think its hard not to compare.  I wish I could take a quality from each person and put them all together to make the perfect person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-7883072739431021411?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/7883072739431021411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=7883072739431021411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7883072739431021411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7883072739431021411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-15.html' title='Date # 15'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-8596992402269531960</id><published>2008-05-11T10:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:18:59.154-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #14</title><content type='html'>Second date with J from wine tasting- he was already waiting at the Morgan Bar (in the hotel) when I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;arrived&lt;/span&gt;.  Hug/Kiss, walk in, and since i had never been there, I thought we were entering through the wrong door- but no!  Go down the stairs, and in the back, is this cute lounge tucked away in the bottom of the hotel!  It was empty in there, so naturally we had the pick of seats.  We sat on a couch and drank Martini's.  He's very funny!  Which is awesome.  And we have so much in common- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;eerily&lt;/span&gt; too much maybe.  We spoke about 90210 for about 40 minutes!  And his love for bad reality TV.  So it's probably like 11:30 at this point and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; tired... and he says, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; well lets get going, i have a surprise.  Now, I love surprises- so naturally I was intrigued.  We walk a few blocks and end up at the Empire State building!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;That's&lt;/span&gt; right, its open until 2Am! And be surprised, as there were lots of people waiting in line.  He wins big points for this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;awesomely &lt;/span&gt;crafted plan!  He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;pre-bought&lt;/span&gt; tickets so we didn't have to wait- we took the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;elevator&lt;/span&gt; up, looked all over the city, kiss, and then took the elevator back down, walked to grand central, where we parted ways.  How awesome is that? Ive never been so it was a lovely treat!&lt;br /&gt;Updates: Dining with D tonight...&lt;br /&gt;Spoke with cocky guy very briefly on Saturday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-8596992402269531960?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/8596992402269531960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=8596992402269531960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8596992402269531960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8596992402269531960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-14.html' title='Date #14'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-7747517397299390857</id><published>2008-05-11T10:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T10:11:16.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 13</title><content type='html'>Another great date!  I met up with A at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Royalton&lt;/span&gt; Hotel in mid-town for a drink.  We both had plans after so we knew it was going to be quick.  He's actually from my same hometown, and while we didn't get a chance to do the do you know- game, i can assume we have a lot of friends in common.  He's super charming,  and ambitious, as he runs a side business in addition to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;working&lt;/span&gt; in Finance. He was telling me about his friend whom he was going to meet and they were talking about this friends engagement tactic plans.  Wow are they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;elaborate&lt;/span&gt;!  Including a trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;London&lt;/span&gt;, then a private jet to Paris culminating with a dinner on the countryside- and popping the question. Talk about creative!!  More importantly we barely began chipping away at his love for awful television programing, when we had realized that an hour and half had flown by...It was seriously to0 quick of a meeting, and i really hope he calls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-7747517397299390857?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/7747517397299390857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=7747517397299390857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7747517397299390857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7747517397299390857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-13.html' title='Date # 13'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-8054611665218537588</id><published>2008-05-08T09:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:08:48.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 12</title><content type='html'>Last night I met J- someone I would have never actually picked out myself but thanks to my reco helpers, I was set up on this date.  I had a wonderful time- and he lives in Brooklyn!  He chats just as much as me! And we spoke about families, and how tight he is with his siblings, and schools, and his love for 90210 as well!! I mean we didn’t really even get to delve into that as much as I would have liked.  He’s a Lawyer, and will be moving to the city this summer, and he’s very charming, and gentleman-ly (is that a word?) like he will stand when you stand.. a trait you don’t find now – a days.  We went wine taststing, and then had dinner, bc I was starving.  We spent 3 hours talking and laughing, and made plans to go out on Saturday night!  Updates: &lt;br /&gt;I still email with D everyday&lt;br /&gt;I spoke with A (who's actually from my hometown) and we have drink plans for Saturday as well&lt;br /&gt;Playing phone tag with R who is really good looking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-8054611665218537588?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/8054611665218537588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=8054611665218537588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8054611665218537588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/8054611665218537588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-12.html' title='Date # 12'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-1099868378260167885</id><published>2008-05-07T09:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T10:52:32.488-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 11</title><content type='html'>Last nights date was fantastic! We met at Sushi Seki and had dinner. They really do have amazing food- I had rolls that I probably would have never eaten before! I arrive and R is speaking with a few friends, that just so happen to be at the same time we do. We sampled Sake, and decide on a light fruity blend. The conversation is funny, and light-hearted, and inappropriate as anticipated. Just the things you probably shouldn’t be saying to someone you don’t know. But funny still. Now, he’s shorter then me, even when I wore flats- which could explain his need to be a bit arrogant- but at the same time he’s very confident, and you can see that when he speak about things and the way he carries himself. He’s very chivalrous, which is refreshing to see…We finished up, only after 2 other friends stopped by our table to say hi, he paid, then we went back to his apt to get ice cream and listen to music. Overall it was really a wonderful time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-1099868378260167885?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/1099868378260167885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=1099868378260167885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1099868378260167885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1099868378260167885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-11.html' title='Date # 11'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-4413046078562301151</id><published>2008-05-06T10:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T10:35:29.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 10</title><content type='html'>So last night was quick, which I wanted it to be- for many reasons. Again with the I live in Manhattan, but I really mean Marlboro NJ.  Sir- c’mon…. I pay a premium for my zip code, I give up space, carpet, and good Chinese food to live here- you have them all in NJ – so don’t waltz in saying your from here when your clearly not! Frankly, date was a bust- no need to expand.&lt;br /&gt;Now, I’m approaching the ½ way mark and I feel as if I need to be out meeting MORE of the right type of person. Or maybe the numbers game is just something so large, I can’t compete with…I might be loosing drive, so I’ve recruited a friend to do some reco work, when I can’t be online during the day, so maybe that will help us find some winners!&lt;br /&gt;Updates:  I’ve been emailing with D a lot. mostly normal convo stuff… but its still nice&lt;br /&gt;Sushi tonight with Cocky guy.. I’m excited, he was fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-4413046078562301151?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/4413046078562301151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=4413046078562301151&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4413046078562301151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4413046078562301151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-10.html' title='Date # 10'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-5903475759019831513</id><published>2008-05-05T09:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T09:29:38.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 9</title><content type='html'>3rd date with D. Last night was lovely.  Not quite awesome, but I guess every night cant be balls to the wall awesome.  D and I went to a tiny Italian restaurant tucked away on a side street.  He was prompt, I was stuck in traffic- no shocker there.  I got there, he was on the phone, but gave me a kiss, tried to end his convo, but it seemed like it went on for a few.  Now this was good.  Bc you know that first few minutes of nervousness and for me, Its getting hot, and flush, and just yapping about something that comes to my head.  Well what was nice, is that he was on the phone during these moments, so I regained composure and we sat down.  This place was tiny- like pack them in, and I can feel the girls whose sitting behind me, elbow a few times tiny.  D is not a small man- so im not sure why he insists on tiny places.  The food was amazing.  I had snapper, he had chicken, and a calamari app.  We drank, and chatted, and laughed, and I realized I don’t have a lot in common with him. And that’s ok for me. The check came and he paid again- so I said next time its all me, I hope you like BK.  Ha!  He’s like – oh that Angus burger looks good.  I thought that was hysterical in itself, and partly bc drunkenly one time I’ve had the Angus burger!  He was going into work after dinner, so we couldn’t go out after- which admittedly, I acted like a chilled saying why? And go later, etc.  Which is wrong, bc I know what the mkts. look like and yet, I was being annoying. So we go to leave and there’s like 12 steps maybe to get to the door.  I start walking up and tripped on the first step, and laughed, but didn’t think he noticed- then I tripped on the last 3 steps falling into the door, then mumbling its locked, its locked, to take attention off of my falling.  (side note: SOBER- I was SOBER, 2 drinks, and a full meal = I was SOBER) So I unlock the door, and was like wow… we were locked, and I don’t think he said anything, bc he’s thinking- moron!  I look back and say im klutzy but it was funny.  We kissed on the street for like 5 min- he got into a cab, and offered to take me home in it, and then go back down to work- I thought that was silly, so I walked home, texted him, and no word back.  But I’m hoping he’ll text.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-5903475759019831513?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/5903475759019831513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=5903475759019831513&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/5903475759019831513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/5903475759019831513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-9.html' title='Date # 9'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-9159160170281066100</id><published>2008-05-04T08:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T08:43:07.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #8</title><content type='html'>I should let you know that I didn't have a date on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;- i was sick.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; even go to work!&lt;br /&gt;But I rallied for the cause on Saturday and went out with J- whom i thought i had a lot in common with because he hearts AD (arrested development), The office, and 30 rock.. hello funny! He immediately tells me that he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; drink, and asked if i would feel weird if i was the only one drinking.  So I said no, because i then said i had to leave by 8 to met friends for dinner (which was true) and he too had to go. So i thought, 1 hour, 60 min, i mean i should be able to handle that. I should have known better as I hung up the phone, yet thought, can't judge a book by its cover.  I meet him at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Accademia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;di&lt;/span&gt; Vino, for drinks.  He said he'd been there for a while, as he took the F train from Queens and it was working on schedule, shocker. Huge problem for me. 1- if you say your from NYC- you should be.  Look we all pay a premium to live here, so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; do the Queens bit and pull the it takes me 20 min to get there.  I don't care, your not in Manhattan!  I know people put that on their profile because they think it gets more bites, and it does- but really- its a lie!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; i push &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; that and order wine, he gets a Coke.  Not as weird as you may think.  We speak about his job in the record business, and his unfortunate lay off and then travel, which i can actually relate to- he was in an orchestra growing up where he got to travel the world, so we spoke about his love of the far east, and my desire to go.  He starts to tell me about what his next career move would be and how much he loves music. And how he could change me into a music lover.. blah blah blah.  I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; even own a radio! When the waitress came over i did the "oh what time is it? &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; think i can have another..." and turns out, 8:05 i was right on time to leave! He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;surprisingly&lt;/span&gt; wanted to pay- which i thought was VERY thoughtful.  Won't be going out again... You win some, you loose some.&lt;br /&gt;Update- Tonight dinner with D from last Sunday and Thursday nights.&lt;br /&gt;- Phoning Cocky guy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;solidify&lt;/span&gt; plans today&lt;br /&gt;- Spoke with Philly guy who was not pleased that I don't care to see him again- yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-9159160170281066100?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/9159160170281066100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=9159160170281066100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/9159160170281066100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/9159160170281066100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-8.html' title='Date #8'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-7548396327173452153</id><published>2008-05-02T11:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T11:36:53.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #7</title><content type='html'>Awesome!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a really good word to describe it.  So i arrived at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jacques&lt;/span&gt; Brasserie to meet D- who is already there, seated with drink in hand.  Its hard to describe him, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; hes quiet, and yet really funny.  He's a thinker, and you can tell he processes things before he speaks.  which would be normal, unfortunately i don't do that.  We chatted about a zillion things, and after 2.5 drinks, i needed to get food b4 this evening was to head south.   So we went to get Sushi.. of all things, and we chatted, he's and Ivy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;leaguer&lt;/span&gt;, who went to a "prep" school.. ha!  Then he pulls out his BB and asks me to read something, its a story, i guess, and yet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; then told its poetry- that he wrote!  Then he showed me another, and i though, i should &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; read these, and not skim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; probably get quizzed!  So my verdict on the poetry thing is still out, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;clearly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not me, i mean are you seeing this writing style? But overall the night was great! i was out till midnight, on a school night- and i dint even care!  We have plans for Sunday night... its a surprise!&lt;br /&gt;-Cocky boy called me, were doing dinner on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;- &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; really excited&lt;br /&gt;-Monday nights &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;exotic&lt;/span&gt; car dealer/med sales guy also called- I'll have to call him back&lt;br /&gt;- Drinks with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MOMA&lt;/span&gt; man tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;- And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; working on a J, T, and R - All calls that will be made this weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-7548396327173452153?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/7548396327173452153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=7548396327173452153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7548396327173452153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7548396327173452153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-7.html' title='Date #7'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-5274420736553852449</id><published>2008-05-01T09:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:28:09.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 6</title><content type='html'>This guy is amazing, and he will make some lucky girl, very happy.  Just not me.  No chemistry at all, at least on my part, but our conversations were awesome, and in depth.  He’s a teacher who runs programs for special needs kids, goes out to help their families on his own time, he works at a tolerance museum, and well he is also from my hometown. He’s so passionate about his hobbies and others, and you could tell- it even got me choked  up- yes I do have feelings too..We went to Uptown lounge, bc I had “dinner plans” that I had to make it to after. Well I scrapped the dinner plans bc he was just that interesting.  It was nice, im sure he’ll call, as he invited me to a hockey game on Sunday.  But he doesn’t live in NY, and he’s smaller then me, in every sense, and well that’s not going to work.  Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;On an aside I see why they say it’s a numbers game, I’m tired &amp;amp; frustrated and I’ve only been doing this for a week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-5274420736553852449?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/5274420736553852449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=5274420736553852449&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/5274420736553852449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/5274420736553852449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/05/date-6.html' title='Date # 6'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-6652533175280668684</id><published>2008-04-30T09:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T09:28:14.191-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #5</title><content type='html'>650pm I get  a txt saying Vero wine bar 78 and second- and thank goodness I got that, I was going to Vespa!- I need to take better notes.  One word to describe him cocky, and that sums it up.  Now, he was sitting at the bar when I arrived, he had a glass of wine, which was sweet enough to be apple juice, and we immediately chatted about lots of things.  He schooled me on how his Hamptons house isn’t a “share” and its certainly not the “shore”- and that hes got a car, and make random trips to cheesecake factory in NJ just for this one chicken dish! (truth, I can get behind that!) He told me about his work as a cosmetic dentist to the stars, or rather his partner works on the stars, and he doesn’t want to be so much in the media. (get a grip sir). We got dinner there, salad and brushetta, and then wait for it, wait for it- a warm raw ch. Chip cookie with ice cream, and we both tore that apart. He’s funny, and inappropriate, and cute.  Everyone knows this kid.. he’s the kind that acts soooo cool, tossing out jokes left and right even though they might be offensive, and inappropriate, you still laugh, partly bc you think its funny, and then partly bc your uncomfortable. Yup- I was there last night.  But even after all of that, we had normal convo’s slipped in there, and it was an awesome time!… he paid the bill and then we left.  I kissed him, actually we kissed a few times.  Oh BTW- he also did the both cheek European kiss… am I missing something?  Were in Manhattan! Not Paris, so people, please stop- it’s weird.&lt;br /&gt;Drinks tonight w/a Teacher and Ice Hockey lover… this should be interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-6652533175280668684?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/6652533175280668684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=6652533175280668684&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6652533175280668684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6652533175280668684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/04/date-5.html' title='Date #5'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-1286871084735159912</id><published>2008-04-29T09:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:08:08.813-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #4</title><content type='html'>Lets start by saying, I broke my own rule… drinking more then 2 drinks on a first date. But he was friendly, and kind, and it just felt comfortable to get drink 3. Which was a bad idea bc then you start to talk to much… if you get my drift. Overall it was fun, we were the only people in Zoe Townhouse. The ONLY people ha! J is a medical sales guy but has a hobby for buying and selling fancy cars- or exotic as he calls them. We chatted a lot about that and his new life at dorm-andy court with his roommate. He went to Buffalo, so naturally we had a lot of stories to share about the winters. It was a fun time, he’s really attractive, however he looses a point bc I paid! Check came and he was like oh you have $5? And not so shockingly I only had a $20… so I handed it over- que awkward, bc what was he going to do, gimme 15 back? So he kept the 20, and we left… weird right? Please note: I know NYC is expensive, and im not expecting anything for free, but if you ask me out, you should pay, yes, im stuck in the 1950’s, but its only chivalrous. He got my number, we’ll see if he calls.&lt;br /&gt;Side note: i have a repeater!!! doing a second round with D from Sunday this Thursday...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-1286871084735159912?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/1286871084735159912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=1286871084735159912&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1286871084735159912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1286871084735159912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/04/date-4.html' title='Date #4'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-7236355266032808953</id><published>2008-04-27T22:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T22:17:11.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date # 3</title><content type='html'>great! in one word thats the best i can describe it. i went out with D. who yes, is older then me. he's 34, and friendly and nice. But quiet. But nice. Ex. i meet him for dinner, he's my height.. good by heels.. hello flats! but i guess as a trade off he has a full head of hair! and hes big, as in loves the mozz sticks kinda big. which i heart! so we sat down for dinner, had a drink, he too likes tanquery! and then we chat and chat, for 3 hours! and only 2 drinks, and hes just shockingly funny. as in he's quiet, and then he says something about harold and kumar thats hysterical! so we chatted about everything under the sun, and it just felt lovely. which is nice.. he paid, even before we got the bill, as in he had the cc out, and thats was nice! overall, great time! hope he calls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-7236355266032808953?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/7236355266032808953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=7236355266032808953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7236355266032808953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/7236355266032808953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/04/date-3.html' title='Date # 3'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-9062032157666723019</id><published>2008-04-27T17:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T17:58:52.389-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date #2</title><content type='html'>So i sure like to pack it in...&lt;br /&gt;Just got back from the MOMA with P. We had a lovely time, i learned about him, where he lives (UES) and general stuff. We spoke a lot about travel- my "go to" and family. Hes a huge baseball fan, and travels to see differnt stidums all across the US with friends. I flat out said i knew nothing about baseball, but tried to look sorta cool, when he said he just got back from Seatle, and i said- oh you saw the Super Sonics.... hysterical, how dumb i am! he gets major props for being on time, waiting, with tickets to get into the MOMA already waiting for when I arrived. Truth- we talked a lot, standing in front of exhibits, speaking about his trip to the grand canyon and riding those mules down, his love of Scuba, and need to go to the barrier reef... and then my fav, how his family did winter trips to disney and then when the siblings got older they switched to cruising! Helloooo so my fam! Hmm, i like em more macho though, bc i was a bit turned off hearing about his love of Madona, and book clubs, and salsa dancing. Overall it went well, and upon leaving he asked if i wanted to go to the Yankees game this Thursday, i said TBD... off to get ready to meet D for Dinner....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-9062032157666723019?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/9062032157666723019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=9062032157666723019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/9062032157666723019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/9062032157666723019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/04/dates-2-3.html' title='Date #2'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-3025779668584515549</id><published>2008-04-26T21:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:08:30.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome back! Date #1</title><content type='html'>And date #1- welcome back to the scene, and it went well, for being a first date, and knowing that i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;probs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;didnt&lt;/span&gt; have to much in common. M is 42- no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;theres&lt;/span&gt; nothing wrong with him, yes, he was married before, as that so eloquently came into the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;convo&lt;/span&gt; as he spoke of this 2 bed apt on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;UES&lt;/span&gt;. Another caveat, i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; date people who are older then 35 typically... but i thought &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; going to go with an open mind.&lt;br /&gt;So i arrived 13 min late (bad i know!) &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; it seems as if there was no cabs in the city and the bus was running like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;molasses&lt;/span&gt;... so i met M, who was standing outside of the Waldorf Astoria- the photo he posted looked like it was taken 10 years ago...yikes!&lt;br /&gt;But the conversation went well, spoke a lot about traveling, and spinning and running. Because to that extent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; the only part i could speak on. Back to exhibit A- why you cant date someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; much older! He's a tech trader, and has run his own hedge fund, and he live in the pent house of a really nice building, and had a huge wad of cash in a clip when he paid the martini bill.... But all that fantastic stuff aside, i doubt &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;i'll&lt;/span&gt; see M again, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; he seemed like a "do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;gooder&lt;/span&gt;" speaking about this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;tri&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;althon&lt;/span&gt; he previously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;trained&lt;/span&gt; for. I hear that and i hear no wings and beer on Sunday &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;funday&lt;/span&gt; and we all know = not going to work!&lt;br /&gt;He's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;pleasant&lt;/span&gt;, and when we left, i said- we'll speak soon.. and then he kissed my check, on both sides as if he was from Europe. Sir.. please were in midtown.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-3025779668584515549?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/3025779668584515549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=3025779668584515549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/3025779668584515549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/3025779668584515549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/04/welcome-back.html' title='Welcome back! Date #1'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-4634216368794036358</id><published>2008-04-25T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T09:31:36.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And let the games begin</title><content type='html'>Its really happening..... So I have 2 saved VM's, 4 pending emails to write back to this morning, and a bunch of others that I put on the way back burner for now!  Start date will be Saturday April 26th.  I'm meeting M for drinks downtown, followed by drinks with A (if he gets back to me today).  I'll be taking in some culture at the Moma on Sunday with P, and dining with D at an Italian place on the UES.  Monday confirmed with the medi sales guy, and that brings us to Tuesday, which is currently open.  not for long though... bc i was talking with a dentist late last nice, and im hoping to parlay him right in there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the VM. 1- is P for the Moma trip, so i probs should call him back stat... the other is from M (2) who owns a pharmacy wayyyyyy up in the Heights.  He's way more religious then I am, and speaks with an acent bc he's from Iran!  Dont even say it... i've already thought it...  But he's somewhat intriguing so I'll call him tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-4634216368794036358?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/4634216368794036358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=4634216368794036358&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4634216368794036358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4634216368794036358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-let-games-begin.html' title='And let the games begin'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-4870522325960995289</id><published>2008-04-21T22:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T22:14:04.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Hello there... ok i just signed off the dizzler.. and wrote wait for it, wait for it.. 29 emails!  this is no joke kids.  Now to be fair- there was something like 35 emails, but only 29 of them were acceptable, attractive, lived in NYC- the others werent residing in NYC or Jewish.. i know believe that!&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, i did write to 21 of them, gave my number to 2... was sorta asked out for drinks this week by 2 others. So i think were off to a good start.&lt;br /&gt;Now, the actual 30 days of Dates start day has really yet to have been decided. &lt;br /&gt;I have a definate date with a medical sales person on Monday 4/28.  Im working on getting something set up for Saturday and Sunday of this week, so stay tuned for the exact start date.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-4870522325960995289?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/4870522325960995289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=4870522325960995289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4870522325960995289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4870522325960995289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/04/overwhelmed.html' title='Overwhelmed'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-4175950691780874213</id><published>2008-04-19T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T00:04:06.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok its 12:02 friday- after HH and i shouldnt be typing... but i am- 30 people wrote emails!  hooray! i need to answer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more tomoorw..&lt;br /&gt;btw- on an aside from this, i got accepted for financial aid!  hooray again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-4175950691780874213?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/4175950691780874213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=4175950691780874213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4175950691780874213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/4175950691780874213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/04/ok-its-1202-friday-after-hh-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-1479715932251575369</id><published>2008-04-17T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T22:25:14.954-04:00</updated><title type='text'>12 hits... aight not to bad...</title><content type='html'>Not to bad indeed.  First &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt; tired right now.  Yes i know its only 10:17 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;on a&lt;/span&gt; Thursday night.  I'm a grandma, and not sure how I might be able to keep up.  Next, I got a total of 12 hits, 3 actual e-mails, 2 of which are complete &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;rehearsed&lt;/span&gt; copy and pasted BS ( i know, i do it too!) and the other 9 were "flirts" which is some corny way to say a 1 liner without sounding corny.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;They re&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-made.. and sound something like this: I hear opposites attract, I hope they do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; I'd like to get to know you.  Or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;they'res&lt;/span&gt; way worse ones, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going back online now. &lt;br /&gt;  So i did what any normal person would do.  I simply wrote back to all of them, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;glancing&lt;/span&gt; at a profile or 2, taking some key word like dogs ( oh you have a dog? i love dogs...) and then ending it with sorry getting ready to meet my girlfriends out, just wanted to say hi back.  So that hopefully tomorrow when I sign on, I'll have some responses. &lt;br /&gt;   To be fair, i think 3 of the 12 were not Jewish, or rather didn't say it in the profile (it says something like not affiliated.. sir, if i wanted you, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'd&lt;/span&gt; go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Dorians&lt;/span&gt;) and 2 people I deleted there, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bc&lt;/span&gt; 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; live in NYC, and the other, was 38- yikes!  As a note, i wrote to all of them, even the people who were 5'8 - which &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;incidentally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; learned means 5'6 in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;dizzler&lt;/span&gt; world.  So i think &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; a good start.  Going to bed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Btw&lt;/span&gt;- the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Dizzler&lt;/span&gt; will keep track of how many email you get/send &amp;amp; how many people look at you, and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;verse&lt;/span&gt;.  If i had more energy I would look at other profiles.. maybe tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-1479715932251575369?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/1479715932251575369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=1479715932251575369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1479715932251575369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/1479715932251575369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/04/12-hits-aight-not-to-bad.html' title='12 hits... aight not to bad...'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6634191363801751941.post-6505069974005390627</id><published>2008-04-16T21:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T12:35:55.688-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30 dates, 30 days...</title><content type='html'>But it doesn't start today. In my calculated master plan, i should be on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;dizzler&lt;/span&gt; for about a week, before real invites will occur. (side note: the dizzler is a jewish online dating site- thats not its real name... its been changed ) So that gives me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; after Passover. So boys out there... pony up! I've got 30 days to get out there, and hopefully... have someone bite the bait. And then we'll see, is it me? or is he just not that into it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6634191363801751941-6505069974005390627?l=singleandhungover.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/feeds/6505069974005390627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6634191363801751941&amp;postID=6505069974005390627&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6505069974005390627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6634191363801751941/posts/default/6505069974005390627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singleandhungover.blogspot.com/2008/04/30-dates-30-days.html' title='30 dates, 30 days...'/><author><name>Debbie Dizzler</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
