2004-06-01 - 9:25 p.m.
Birthday Girl
So, yesterday was my birthday. I’m 26 now. Older, sure. Wiser? Eh. Probably not. But whatever.
The birthday itself was kinda… eh. It rained all day, except when it was just gloomy, and it didn’t feel like my birthday. You know how when you wake up on your birthday and it’s all special and you do nice things for yourself because it’s your day? Well, it wasn’t. It was everyone’s day. I finally know how it really feels when your birthday falls annually on a federal holiday. Everybody has the day off, not just you because you decide to take it off for your birthday. And there’s all kind of special stuff on the TV, so you can’t just watch trashy judge shows and eat ice cream for breakfast and feel special. On a more personal note, I woke up at 7, then managed to get back to sleep until 9, but I still didn’t feel rested. Then I kind of lazed around for a while, tried to nap (Mom called just as I dozed off), but nothing was really doing. I just kind of… hung around for a while. Which was OK, but nothing special. Many of my friends plain forgot the birthday, except for many, many folks over at 3WA, which was awesome and warm-fuzzy-making.
Then I went to the Lower East Side to have dinner with Eric, a friend from home who I’ve seen 4 times in the past week, a friend of his named Alex, another girl and a guy whom I shall call The Greek. Because he is. From Greece, that is.
Oh, right. Shit. Did I mention I moved to New York? Because I did. About 9 days ago. I guess I should talk about that, but now is not the time.
Anyway. The group took me out for all-you-can-eat crabs, during which I got tipsy, then we went to a pastry shop where I had THE BEST chocolate mousse cake, complete with candle. It was a nice end to a so-so birthday. Then The Greek accompanied me home, where he wanted to stay, but I just made out with him a bit and sent him home.
Oh. Yeah. And I got laid, too. What a weekend!
I met The Greek last week. He walked me home, we made out… Saw him again on Saturday, then he took me out on Sunday and I invited him in. I was all hyped up for the end of the drought (10 months! And yes, it looks like I was moving quickly, but frankly, I just wanted to get laid while I was still 25. I am weird). So we get on the elevator, we’re making out, all is well… until we get to the door. I tried the key for the deadbolt. It wouldn’t turn. I tried it again. No luck. He tried it. Again, no luck. My smooth quotient went waaaaayyyy down. I was getting all tense, and he could see that, and he kept telling me to relax. Then he decided to try and climb on the fire escape and get in through the window. He set off an alarm instead. Eeeek! So we went outside and I called my cousin at her boyfriend’s; after all, the apartment is hers, she has keys. Thank goodness they were home; my cousin sent over the boyfriend with the keys.
I had never met the boyfriend.
So, there I was with a new boy-toy waiting patiently, waiting for some man I have never met to come over and let me into my apartment so I can have sex. Niiiiiice. Luckily for me, he’s very cool—and, right, I’m an adult—and he got the door open. Yay! I gave him a big hug and sent him on his way.
The Greek and I, after a bit of preparation, got down to business. And I mean business. Like, BUSINESS. After the last sex I had, which was quite rabbit-y, this was a revelation. I won’t go into details, but I will say that it was OK, and it was only OK because it just took so damn long, which is not fun for me. (I know, I know, shut up.) But there was some nice cuddling, and dozing off, and then he left because he couldn’t sleep. But it was a pretty good pre-birthday night. And there will be more of that. I hope. Well, I’m sure. I mean, he was pretty willing last night, but I was too tired. Drat. He’s a nice guy, but I don’t think we’ll be “dating”. Probably just a friends-with-benefits things, which is what I need/want right now.
So, there you have it. Lots of other stuff has been going on—you know, moving to NYC, dog-sitting, seeing The Boy from Oz with a student ticket—but this is all I can handle right now. More later.
Happy Birthday to Me.
