Thursday, November 18, 2010

Drama at the Salon!

It's been a while since I wore platinum hair and I really miss it. I stopped wearing it so light because it was really high maintenance, relatively expensive to maintain, and I thought my hair could use a break from the repeated bleaching. But after trying out most of the colors of the rainbow I've decided I would like to be platinum again. Having just moved to NYC this requires salon shopping.

I like Aveda products because they are more gentle to my scalp during the bleaching process and they are plant based and more natural than many other chemical based brands. But they aren't cheap! So imagine my surprise when I came across a salon offering a $65 single process in their "New Talents" division. I am familiar with the New Talents concept because my salon in Atlanta had this distinction. They are hairdressers with less experience who generally do great work at a greatly reduced price. I was excited to find such a place in New York City.

I made my appointment for Wednesday afternoon with Christian. When I arrived, I was told that New Talents was "downstairs" and I was led to the basement. Don't get me wrong, it was a nice place, just very different from the spacious upstairs area with lots of windows and light. But it a good price, so I'm not complaining. YET!!

I stand in a very narrow hallway for a few minutes with no instruction and clearly in the way of everyone. Finally, Christian, a young, tall, lanky guy with tatoos and piercings from head to toe appears, calls me Susanna, and sits me in his chair. I tell him I want him to bleach it all out and apply a blue/violet toner. Simple! He acts as if he has never heard of this process. Nobody gets out of cosmotology school without mastering the bleach and tone. Instead, he offers a very elaborate plan involving 2 separate mixtures which is going to cost a little more money than I was quoted when I made the appointment. I ask how much more and he goes to "make sure" of the cost.

He comes back and informs me that my $65 color will now be $130 because it is corrective color and a double process. They always get you on that "corrective color" when you first go to a new salon. As if every other salon has screwed up your hair and they must now repair the damage. I mull this over for a minute while Christian continues to re-explain what he plans to do to achieve the color I want. So I ask him what the "maintenance" process will involve including the cost. He says, "Well, I really can't tell you that until we see how it grows out. I mean you may need a gloss, for an extra $30, you may not. We just have to wait and see. It could be $65, it could be more, PROBABLY no more than $95." That doesn't include tax and tip so it's really more like $115 final cost.

I am NOT happy. Christian does not know what to do at this point so he suggests we invite another stylist over for a 2nd opinion. I say that is fine and he goes to find someone. A few minutes later the salon manager is standing at my chair asking what the problem is and if I want someone else to color my hair. I tell her there is no problem. Christian suggested the 2nd opinion so I agreed to get one. She leaves to find my a 2nd opinion.

Several minutes later the manager comes back and says that Christian is now uncomfortable coloring my hair because he feels that I do not trust his judgement and he needs for his clients to completely trust him in order for him to work on their hair. OMG really? Christian needs a mediator to deal with a client who calls him on a bait and switch?

I decide this drama has gone on long enough and I tell her to send Christian back over. He comes nervously skulking back over looking like an abused puppy headed for the gas chamber. He apologizes to me for anything he has done wrong and tells me how uncomfortable he is feeling. I try to play nice and tell him I was just surprised by the cost and that it is not his colorist abilities that I am worried about. I did feel kind of bad for the guy. He obviously takes his "art" very seriously and I have really rattled him. I tell him I am going to need to think about it and do not want him to do anything today. We blame it on the front desk and part amicably.

As I leave, I can't help thinking if this guy can't handle a high maintenance southern blonde, how is he going to make it as a hairdresser in New York City?

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Old Men in NYC

Old men in New York are pretty bold. I guess they figure they have nothing to lose. I often have old men walk past me only to smile or say hello. They are for the most part harmless, but on certain occasions, they go above and beyond to get your attention. This was the case twice last weekend.

I am walking along the Upper West Side with my friend Ira on Saturday afternoon, yes, I am actually with a man when this old guy, probably 70 or so and about 4'6" tall walks past me and says, "Hi! What can I do for YOU?" It was so amusing that I turned to look as we continued walking. He had stopped to stare at me. I guess he was waiting to see if I would take him up on his offer. Perhaps I should have asked for a bank statement and health records. Might have been a good gig for June!

The next day, I get on the subway. Another old man, this one probably 70+ puts his hand over his heart and sort of bows toward me. I smiled and looked away, but he keeps trying to get my attention. He's mouthing all sorts of things I'm trying to ignore, mostly things like "you're beautiful" nothing lude or disgusting, but he's clearly a little off. I was WAY uptown headed home so I had a while on the train. Finally another lady gets on the train and starts to sit down next to him. He was sitting across from me. He tells her as she goes to sit down that she needs to offer that seat to the men who are standing. She did and we all had a good laugh.

She sets about reading her magazine and he starts asking her questions about the article. She decides he is more entertaining than what she is reading so she engages him in a little conversation. He is still trying to reel me into this conversation. Next thing I know he is telling her how much he loves the blonde sitting across from him on the train. "But she doesn't love me back," he says. I say, "Oh, you say that to all the girls." He looks all hurt and looks at the lady next to him who says, "He didn't say it to me!" Then he starts talking about how I must know how to have a good time because blondes have more fun. About that time we get to my stop, which happens to be his seat mate's stop as well. He bids us a final farewell and delcares his love for me again. She and I got off the train and had a good laugh. Her commment, "That was totally worth putting my magazine down."

What a character! You meet them in New York. No where else in America could you have that experience without being afraid for your safety. Here it's just a Sunday afternoon.

Friday, November 5, 2010

A New Level of Intimacy at The Office

Everyday from 9-2 I travel to the east side to a residential building where I work in an apartment that serves as an office for a very wealthy 75 year old business tycoon who we'll call Mr. A. Mr. A is a very nice man, and a great boss. He pays me well for what I do, which is practically nothing. Mostly, I print his e-mails as he never learned to use a computer and I send faxes and FedEx packages for him. He travels a lot and when he's on the road I get to knit, read, play on the computer, or do whatever I want while I field the phone calls. We don't get many when he's not in the office.

When I first started working for Mr. A, we were in a studio apartment on the 10th floor. A studio apartment is a one room space. This one was about 20 x 25 feet with a small but separate kitchen and a couple of closets. There was a small hallway, about 4 x 6 feet, between the main room and the bathroom. That was my office.

A couple of weeks after I started the job, Mr. A announced that we were moving to a bigger apartment on the 17th floor. We moved into the new apartment about 2 weeks ago. It is really nice. It is a 1 bedroom apartment and is MUCH larger than the studio on the 10th floor. The bedroom is my office. I have a nice view of the east side of Manhattan and a bridge crossing the East River that I have yet to identify. It's a big step up from the narrow hallway where people had to crawl past me to get to the bathroom. Mr. A's office is the living room area. Only the 2 of us work here except for his housekeeper who comes in the morning to make him a bagel, coffee, and fresh squeezed orange juice, then comes back in the afternoon to take out the trash and tidy up. So you can see how I think the new office will afford us both more privacy. That is USUALLY the case. Until yesterday......

Mr. A likes to answer his own phones. It's not that he doesn't think I can do it or doesn't trust me to give him his messages, he just likes business to happen fast and answering his own phones is just faster. So unless he is out of the office, I do not answer the phone at all. Until yesterday......

Yesterday, Mr. A must have been having a little tummy trouble or something because he spent a lot more time than usual in the bathroom. When a person has to climb over you to get to the bathroom, you get real familiar with their schedule. Most of the time he is real quick in there, he doesn't like to miss a minute of phone time. If the phone happens to ring while he is in the bathroom the door goes flying open and he runs across the room to answer it, often before the second ring and always before the third. Did I mention he is 75? I sure hope I have that kind of energy when I'm 75.

His third trip of the day took a little longer........and of course, the phone rang.

After 2 rings the door doesn't open so I decide I should answer the phone and take a message for him. I have no sooner said hello and determined who it is when I hear the bathroom door open. I assume he is finished and will be taking the call. I am wrong. From the bathroom he yells, "Who is it?" He still has not emerged. I call back to him with the message. He says, "ok," and the bathroom door slams shut. In this moment, to my horror, I have the full realization that I have just had a conversation with my boss, without benefit of a closed door, while he was on the toilet. Talk about a new level of intimacy. I'm not sure June is ready to handle all of this!

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

I'm such a slacker

Ok, ok, ok, I know I am a total blog slacker. I just forget. But thanks to all you inquiring minds who keep reminding me to post. So here's what's going on.

NYC is still just awesome! I'm so glad I moved here. It is by far the best thing I have ever done for myself. On one hand, I wish I had moved here sooner. On the other hand, I would have missed so much if I had. I guess everything happens at the right time.

I'll post some good dating stories later, maybe while June is bored at work, but for now I'll just fill you in on what's happening in my life.

I have several jobs now. My absolute favorite is my Sunday morning singing gig at Church of the Ascention on 107th street. Thanks to my friend Jamie Shiell in ATL for hooking me up with Preston, the choirmaster/organist. We do really great music every week. It's a fast paced setting, so I can't get bored, and the people are just lovely. Plus there are some real hotties in the congregation! And they pay me to be there!!! I have always felt so blessed to be able to do what I love for a living, but actually getting paid for singing takes the cake! So much fun!

I have 6 students in my studio now and several more who are going to sign up soon! I met this one mom who has hooked me up with all kinds of kids from PS 163 on the Upper West Side. They are some of the sweetest girls I have ever worked with. They all love to sing and play the piano. We're planning a recital in December. I've also made some good connections at my church job. I think that is going to lead to lots of students too!

If you've been following my Facebook page, you know that I have a job in the morning as an Administrative Assistant where my boss sometimes calls me June. I had worked there for 2 or 3 weeks when I walked in one morning and he said, "Hi, June." I looked puzzled, but he has a pretty heavy New York accent so I thought maybe he said Sue as he normally calls me Sue or Susan. He had a guest in the office that day, so I just went on about my business. A few minutes later, his friend needed a copy made of something and I hear my boss say from the other room, "June will do that for you." His friend came over and said, "June, would you please make me a copy of this?" I said, "sure, but my name is Suzanne." I stuck my head in my boss's office and told him that my name is Suzanne. He said, "oh, ok" and that was the end of it. Or so I thought. I was Sue and Susan for a while and then one random day I walked in and heard, "Hi, June!" And here we go again.......Most of the time now he calls me Susan or Sue, or if he's in a really good mood, I'm Suzie. His daughter-in-law's name is Suzie and he adores her so I consider this quite the compliment. I can't complain though, it's a REALLY easy job and it pays very well for what is expected of me. I get in a lot of knitting time there. I guess I really should put down the knitting and update the blog. LOL I'll try to do better.

Meanwhile, thanks to my loyal followers. I appologize for making you wait so long. I will post some interesting NYC stories very soon. You know I have some!

Thanks for reading!

Friday, September 24, 2010

Company from Atlanta

My friend Greg from Atlanta came to visit this week. We had so much fun. We went bar hopping on Monday night and had a blast. Met all kinds of people and discovered a new cocktail. A Gin Appletini. YUMMO!! I'm not an appletini fan, nor am I a gin fan, but that drink was good!

Tuesday night we went to see La Cage Aux Folles starring Kelsey Grammar. It was great. Unfortunately the guy who won the Tony for playing Albin was not there and we saw his understudy, but he was good too. The dancers were incredible!

Wednesday night we saw Memphis. AMAZING!!! If you come to NYC, put this on your list of shows to see. It was absolutely wonderful. So powerful and moving. And the music and dancing was fabulous! I highly recommend this show.

It was over all too soon as he had to leave on Thursday, but it was great to host my first out of town guest. Greg says the new couch bed is very comfortable so y'all come see me!

Lots going on in NYC!

Things are great in NYC! I really love it here. I'm making lots of new friends and work is picking up.

I have a temp job until the end of the year. It is secretarial for a Donald Trump type business tycoon with companies all over the world. For the most part, I check and print his e-mail, because he doesn't use a computer, and occasionally send a reply to an e-mail. I had been there about 2 weeks when I came in one day and he started calling me June. I don't know where he came up with that. He had been calling me Sue or Susan for about 2 weeks. I finally told him and he didn't call me by name for the rest of the day. He finally started calling me Sue again the next day.

The church gig is really fun. Nice people, and I get to sing a lot. They actually pay me to sing! Yay! I am starting some piano students next week that I got through an online referral service. I'm working on building my website at suzannedgrant.com. It's up and running, but needs a lot of work. I have to figure out how to make it look like I want.

I've been through a lot of men, but none interesting enough to write about. I may have a few stories I can share. I'll write those up in a separate post. I will try to get better about updating on a more regular basis.

Thanks for reading!

Sunday, August 8, 2010

I had a great 40th Birthday in NYC. I was a little worried since I have a total of three friends in the city and one of them was out of town, but it was fabulous!

I slept pretty late as usual, but finally got myself out of bed and decided to go out for lunch. I walked around for probably 20 minutes trying to decide what I wanted to eat. I headed over to Amy’s Bread for a sandwich, but as is typical at lunchtime on any given day there was a line out the door. Plus, it’s not really a sit down restaurant and since it was my birthday I kind of wanted to have a leisurely lunch.

I decided I wanted breakfast. Since it was 1:00pm my choices were limited so I headed to the Westway Diner, one of my local favorites. They don’t have grits, but their breakfast is pretty good and served 24 hours. The hostess seated me right by the window in the front of the restaurant. It was the perfect spot for my birthday breakfast. I had been there a couple of minutes when a man was seated next to me. The waiter came back and I ordered my breakfast. Then my neighbor ordered breakfast too! It was 1pm and we were the only two people in the restaurant eating breakfast. As soon as he finished ordering he leaned over to me and said, “You’re a breakfast eater too, huh?” I told him that southern breakfast was my favorite and explained how I can’t get grits anywhere up here and when I do find them, they are not very good so I’ve ended up making them at home a lot. I mentioned that I had just moved to New York from Atlanta and that it was my birthday. He told me about how he lives in Chicago and commutes to New York every week for work. Our breakfasts arrived and we talked all throughout the meal. He told me about lots of “southern” restaurants in the city and about his favorite breakfast spots in my neighborhood. Since it was my birthday, he bought my breakfast and said he would like to buy me a drink later if I was free. I had plans for dinner, but said I might give him a call afterward. We exchanged numbers, I thanked him for breakfast and we went our separate ways. I had quite the spring in my step as I left. I might be 40, but I’ve still got it!

I went to the wine store and cheese shop next to get party supplies for later. Then I had a birthday pedicure. My toes are REALLY hot pink! Guess I wanted to make sure I didn’t look my age, even though I was just picked up at the Westway Diner. I met a lady there whose birthday was 2 days after mine and saw some people with really ugly feet. It made me grateful to have pretty feet.

After my pedicure, time started moving really fast since my friends were due at my place around 6:00pm. I still needed to shower and my toes weren’t quite dry. I managed to get myself ready and set up the wine and cheese party. Brian, my new friend who lives across the street got here around 6:30. Andrew was a few minutes behind him and as I mentioned my third friend, Ira, was out of town. Except for Diner Guy, those are the only 3 people I know in town. We had a great time socializing over wine and cheese. Brian brought me a really cool book about New York “Then and Now.” I’ve really enjoyed reading it and learning some of the history of my new city. I think he and I are going to be really good friends.

Around 7:30, Andrew, Brian, and I walked over to Basilica for my birthday dinner. The food was fantastic! I had manicotti and a lovely glass of Chianti. Andrew had some ravioli that I plan to get next time I go there. His was really good. The waiter brought us complimentary after dinner Amaretto for my birthday. We had a great time chatting and hanging out over great food and wine.

As I figured, Andrew and Brian weren’t up for a late Monday night so after dinner I called Diner Guy. I don’t think he was expecting me to call, but he was more than happy to come out and meet me for a drink. We went to a local wine bar and drank more wine. A lot more wine! I would like to tell you how well behaved I was, but I’m sure you know me better than that. I’ll leave the details to your imagination!

P.S. I saw him again on Tuesday…..to be continued……..

Saturday, July 24, 2010

Litter Box Turf War

I'm laying in bed watching TV and working on a knitting project when I hear a short hiss followed by several longer and louder hisses. I look over and see Maggie sitting in the litter box and Annabelle swatting at her. Since I believe Maggie is trying to use the bathroom in what little privacy I have been able to achieve for my poor kitties in this tiny new space where they are forced to live, I snap at Annabelle sending her to the other side of the bed, her new favorite hiding place since I filled up the space underneath the bed with vacuum bags of winter clothes. I go back to my knitting thinking all is well.

A few minutes later, I hear more hissing. Once again, I look over to find the exact same situation unfolding. De'javu? I wish! Maggie is in the litter with Annabelle swatting at her. AGAIN!! I deduce that Maggie got upset and didn't get the job done earlier and has had to come back, so once again, I run Annabelle off to let Maggie potty in peace. I feel I owe it to her since I moved them to this studio apartment and took any and all privacy away from my poor kitties who are very old and used to a very different lifestyle.

Maggie seems to do her business and get out of the litter box. The minute she gets out, Annabelle comes bounding across the bed and jumps in the box head first sending litter all over the apartment! Once she gets over the shock of her landing she sits there looking around the room to see if anyone has noticed. Maggie has moved to the rug and is smugly looking elsewhere to let Annabelle know that she is completely uninterested and that Annabelle has achieved absolutely nothing with her stunt. Maggie is one cool cat!

Annabelle is the polar opposite of the "cool cat" and is not known for her patience. She very quickly gets bored and surrenders her position as she realizes that Maggie does not care that she now has control of the litter box. She hops out and claims a spot on the bed next to me. I go about my knitting thinking the whole thing is over, then out of the corner of my eye I spot movement. Maggie is getting back into the litter box. She circles around, digs a little, and promptly lays her entire body down in it. She stayed there for the rest of the evening. I guess this round goes to Maggie!

I have since renamed them Rif and Bernardo. I guess there's just not enough turf in this studio apartment for the 3 of us!

Friday, July 9, 2010

My Lunch Date with Ricky Ricardo

No, I did not actually have a date with Desi Arnaz, but this guy could totally have been his son! He looked like him, talked like him, and behaved in a very similar manner. I kept waiting for him to say, "Lucy, you got some splainin' to do!" Although he talked so much that Lucy would not have had any time to "splain" anything.

I met Ricky online at a site my friend recommended I join. I should mention that this is a FREE online dating site and it is true that you get what you pay for. Ricky immigrated from Costa Rica seven years ago and while he speaks English well, he has a heavy accent and his grammar, particularly the written word, proves beyond any shadow of doubt that English is not his first language. But I didn't have to explain any words to him and he is here legally, both of which are a big step up from El Rancho, the last guy I dated in Atlanta.....jejejejejeje (that's how Rancho indicates that he is laughing in a text message. Makes me laugh every time!)

I agree to meet Ricky for lunch the next day. He lives in New Jersey so he has to take the train into Manhattan, but he says this is no big deal as it's only about 30 minutes and he comes to the city about 3 times a week to visit friends and hang out. I would prefer to date men who actually live in NYC, but as long as he doesn't mind doing the traveling I will keep an open mind.

Monday morning he texts me and tells me he will arrive at Penn Station at 1:48pm and will call me at that time to arrange a meeting location. Upon arrival, he calls and tells me to meet him at the corner of 7th avenue and 34th street, also known as Penn Station. I was expecting to meet him at a restaurant rather than a street corner, but I keep my thoughts to myself and head toward 34th street. He knows I am coming from 9th avenue and 46th street, but he does not offer to come my way. I reason that he has come all the way from New Jersey to meet me, I suppose I can do most of the walking, but I still find this a little strange. Most people here ask where you are then you both start walking toward each other and meet where you meet. So I head over to 7th at 34th in the 100 degree heat wave. He calls twice to find out where I am as if he does not realize that I have to walk more than half a mile to get to him while he just stands there. So I suggest that he walk over to 8th avenue and meet me there. By the way, 1 avenue is about the same distance as 2 or 3 city blocks. He seems uncomfortable with this suggestion and I am about to ask what the problem is when he says, "okay, I will ask someone where that is." He comes to New York City three times a week, always to Penn Station, and has to ask someone how to get from 7th avenue to 8th avenue? Let me just say that New York is the easiest city in America to get around in until you get south of the numbered streets, which we clearly are not. It's easy to figure out which way is north, south, east, and west. And once you've been here one time, you know that 8th avenue is west of 7th avenue. Do you see where I'm going with this? No way this man "hangs out" here three times a week.

Somehow he makes it to 8th avenue. I see him from a distance crossing the street and I immediately know who he is. Remember how I said it is 100 degrees out? He is wearing jeans, a long sleeved black athletic shirt, the really tight ones like the football players wear under their jerseys when it's cold, another long sleeved button down shirt over that, and black loafers. The man is dressed for late fall in 100 degree heat! And I would be remiss if I did not mention the heavy gold link chain he sported around his neck. On a positive note, he did not wear tons of cologne like so many of my Latin friends.

As I cross 34th to approach him, I see that he is talking to a short, older man. The man looks like a bum. I'm pretty sure he is hitting Ricky up for money. Ricky sees me and waves nervously and the man looks over at me. As I get closer, the man apologizes to me and walks off. I ask Ricky what that was all about and he is very agitated. He says the guy kept asking if he liked "mens." I kind of giggled, which was not the correct response as Ricky did not find anything amusing about this situation. He's a very serious sort. He says in a heavy spanish accent, "That man came up to me and starting saying, 'you like mens' and I say, 'no I like womens' but he kept saying, 'no you like mens' and then he picks up his arms like he is going to fight me and I raise my arms because I can fight, you know!" And so he continued this story for the next few minutes until I finally got a word in and asked where he would like to eat. He said he did not know this area very well and could I just pick something. I didn't know that area very well either, but it is a very busy and touristy area so I suggested we go toward 9th avenue to my neighborhood. He is nervous again. He has never been to 9th avenue and I don't think he is big on trying new things. Is anyone sensing that Ricky and I are not a match? Still, he's been on a train for an hour and a half, yes he did say it was a 30 minute ride in our phone conversation, so I don't feel as though I can ditch him just yet, even though he has definitely pulled a bait and switch as many guys online will do to get a date.

Reluctantly, he follows me to 9th avenue where I have walked many times before and thought there were many restaurants. But do you remember what I said about the Chinese food? There were plenty of restaurants, but most were closed. It was Monday, July 5, which probably accounted for a couple of businesses being closed and I had only been past these at night when things are hoppin', so I'm guessing many of these establishments just aren't open for lunch. Ricky keeps asking, "Where you are taking me?" I tell him not to worry, there are lots of good places in my neighborhood.

During our walk, I hear a lot about how much he likes to play soccer, he was semi-professional in Costa Rica, how much he works out, how he runs miles and miles and miles, and I'm looking at him thinking he is not in very good shape at all. In fact, he's overweight and kind of roly poly and soft. As we are walking, I keep having to slow down because he does not seem to be able to keep up with me. I am not generally one to be kept up with. I am usually the one who does the keeping up. I'm definitely getting the feeling that my date does not have the most accurate sense of self and in fact may have a pretty big case of delusions of grandeur.

Over lunch I get to hear about his baby's crazy mother, complete with pictures of his baby who is 9 years old and lives in Costa Rica with her mom. He informs me that he only dates white women because Latin women all lie and cheat and he prefers older women because they are more mature and responsible. Did I mention he is 34? He tells me about the 50 year old woman who lives in the apartment under his who always tries to get him to come in and sleep with her, even though she has a boyfriend who regularly beats her up to the point that the police have to be called. Perhaps my friend Karen will pick this up on her new iphone police scanner app one night! He also tells me about his last girlfriend who left him for one of his friends when all he did was take care of her and treat her well.

When I finally get a chance to speak, there were not many opportunities for me to talk on this date, I ask how he managed to get away from the store on a Monday. He suddenly gets very serious, takes a deep breath and says, "I am very honest person. I no lie to you. I have no work in 3 years." Seriously, 3 years? Didn't he tell me just yesterday that he was a store manager? He continues on to say that he had an accident. Something fell on him at work and to make a very long story short, he hired a lawyer and no longer has to work. He has had 2 operations already and will have 2 more in the next year. Of course these operations put him on complete bed rest and render him unable to move for weeks at a time. He can't work out and keep in shape anymore, and refuses to go to physical therapy because that is for whiners. I have now deduced that what he is actually looking for is a woman who will basically take care of him through all of this. Apparently, the cheating girlfriend left not long after the first operation. I know I should be feeling sorry for him at this point, but 2 hours into this very one sided date which has gotten worse by the minute I am ready to stand up and yell "NEXT" and get the hell out of there! You will be glad to know that my southern manners kicked in and I did not do this.

Finally after 3 very long hours of listening to all of Ricky's self proclaimed attributes, both real and imagined, he paid our waitress, who had brought the check and stopped refilling our glasses about and hour earlier, and we left. He wanted to take me dancing to show me his moves and prove that he does not like "mens" but, by the sheer grace of God it was 5pm on Monday afternoon and the clubs were closed, so I dodged that bullet. Then he suggested we walk for a while. I thanked him for lunch and told him it was nice to have met him, but that I really was not up for another walk in the 100 degree heat. He tried to ask me out again, but I did not give him any encouragement and luckily, he was able to take the hint, stop talking and walk away without my having to be too blunt. I went home as quickly as I could and took a nap.

And so, my NYC dating saga begins....

NEXT!

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Welcome to my blog!

As most of you reading this know, I have just moved to New York City. I absolutely love it! I have decided to start a blog to write about my life and adventures. I'm going to try my best not to piss anyone off, but I make no promises. Particularly if you are reading this and we have recently, or maybe not so recently been on a date.

I've been in New York now for 6 weeks. In some respects, it feels like I have been here forever. I guess my heart really has been here since my first visit 10 years ago. I truly feel like I have come home.

In other respects, it is a serious adjustment! Finding everything I need is like one big scavenger hunt. Everything is completely different than in Atlanta, or anywhere else for that matter. To get groceries, you may have to go to several different stores to find everything you need, and then you have to carry it all home. On foot! My favorite grocery store is about 15 blocks away. For those unfamiliar with the city, 20 blocks is about 1 mile. Needless to say, I buy most of my groceries at stores I don't like as well because they are closer.

Buying a couch was a feat. Someone said go to Bowery Street. So I went to Bowery street and didn't see a single furniture store, but I now know where to go for supplies if I want to open a restaurant. I think I should have gone the other way off the subway, but by the time I figured it out, I was tired of walking around and needed a nap so I went home. I did finally order a couch from Jennifer Convertibles, which luckily I saw in the suburbs first because it cost $100 dollars more in the city! Seriously, same couch, $100 more in Manhattan than in any other Jennifer Convertibles store. Since I saw it elsewhere first, they honored the lower price, but it wasn't in stock so I was told I would have to wait 5 weeks to get it. It's due to be delivered end of July, first of August.

I am still on a quest for a paper towel holder and curtain rods that are 36-40 inches long. I found a paper towel holder I liked somewhere, but they didn't have the color I wanted in stock. Now I have forgotten where I saw it. Wouldn't you think you could get curtain rods anywhere they sell curtains? I would too. But alas, my search continues.......

Eating out is a challenge too. I know that sounds insane in a place like New York City, but there are so many restaurants with restaurant managers standing on the sidewalk calling to you with foreign accents saying, "Come, check out my menu, stay for dinner!" It's often overwhelming and hard to choose. One night I wanted Chinese food. I pass 2 dozen Chinese restaurants a day, but when really I wanted Chinese, I walked 10 blocks and couldn't find a single Chinese restaurant. How is this possible? I'll tell you how. There is just so much here that it all runs together. I finally started carrying a notebook with me and when I see a place I want to remember, or someone tells me about a place, or I find it on the internet, I pull out my notebook and write down it's location.

I love my neighborhood and know it pretty well now. I live in West Midtown, also known as Hell's Kitchen. My street is also known as "Restaurant Row" and believe me, it lives up to it's name. I know most everything that is within about 3 blocks of my apartment. Although, I do still mix up the blocks a little. Sometimes I tell someone to meet me at a place between 46th and 47th and it's actually between 47th and 48th. I realize that doesn't sound like a big deal, I'm only a few yards off, but here, everything blends in and if you don't know the exact address or block, you won't find it! Did you ever see the episode of "How I Met Your Mother" where the guys, and Regis Filbin, try to find the place where they had the best burger ever? They search the entire city for this hole-in-the-wall burger joint they once stumbled into to no avail. That scenario can totally happen here!

Living in a studio apartment with 2 cats and their litter box is really interesting. I have moved that litter box so many times I am surprised the cats can still find it. Luckily, they can, but I had a guest last week who had to ask where it was. I guess I found the perfect spot! As you know, I love to cook. Unfortunately, my kitchen can barely fit one person, has about 18 square inches of counter space, a very small sink, not a single drawer, and no dishwasher. There is definitely not enough room for my yarn habit, which is the only hobby I brought with me to New York. I gave up stamping, jewelry making, and several other space consuming habits before I left Atlanta, but I'm not giving up my knitting. I'm going to need more shelving! I do love my apartment, though. It's so cute and very cozy. When I finish fixing it up, I'll post some pics.

I've met some nice ladies in a knitting group I found on meetup.com. I knit with them about once a week. I'm slowly making some new friends in town. Several Atlanta friends have also been to the city this summer and called me for lunch or dinner. It's been nice to see familiar faces and old friends. If you come to the city, please call me. I'd love to see you! Even if I haven't seen you in 20 years......

For those wondering about my dating adventures, I will post on that later. As a preview, I've had 2 dates and said NEXT once. The NEXT is a pretty good story.

That's all for now. Thanks for reading. Stay tuned........there's more to come!

Suzanne~