The difference between a date and a booty call...

When does a booty call turn in to a date?! Previous to Friday I would have said that a 1am call is definitely a booty call...now I'm not so sure!

If you read back just a few posts I had completely given up on Mr Gingerbread Man assuming that if he was at all interested he would have made the effort to set up a date. However I clearly changed my mind on Friday night. 

Having enjoyed a free mojito on a rooftop off Times Square we hit Tippler, a fantastic new bar under the gorgeous Chelsea Market.

After a few too many drinks of the cocktail, wine and bubbles variety I thought it would be a genius idea to message him at 12 to ask what he was up to that evening...I was obviously booty calling. . To my shock he was free and I braved the pouring rain to join him in Soho...model boy is back on! 

I might be old fashioned in my opinions but a booty call is just that, it generally happens after a night out and mostly requires no commitment and only pleasantries the next morning. A date is conversation, it's fun and you actually care about what this guy thinks of you at the end of the evening...the two should not be mixed!

This booty call turned into a drink in a bar in the Meat Packing district, nothing flashy just a great low key space. And most surprisingly he was incredibly good company. I was having so much fun talking away that I was actually caught off-guard when he kissed me...although that lasted seconds as we engaged in a serious dosage of PDA. We made it back to his place in Williamsburg around 5am, continuing the serious making out before falling asleep, all items of clothing remaining strictly intact (disappointingly). It was the perfect date...and a incredibly unsuccessful booty call!

XOXO

What not to do on a first date...

So after much faffing and one false start I finally arranged to meet with Curb guy on Sunday.

Whilst not wanting to over burden myself I had still managed to book myself in for an early afternoon brunch with Mr & Mrs D and agreed to cook for 4 others that evening. With this in mind it was probably over ambitious to shoehorn in a first date with Mr Curb but I’m a woman of many talents, I figured it couldn’t hurt.

I think the first mistake I made was to shove on the same clothes I had worn the previous evening in a massive rush in the assumption I would get the opportunity to change...I didn’t. This meant that despite the 25degrees I was in over the knee leather boots, this is not attractive when you’re sweating distinctly. Oh and then failing to shove any make-up on!

I think the biggest mistake was to agree to go for, albeit very enjoyable, coffee. It is widely known that I am far more interesting and better company after a drink so sitting in the park with a Joe's coffee is not ideal. I'm not sure what we discussed, what I remember is spilling coffee all over his foot and resorting to asking about his sister...oh god!

Needless to say I shan't be seeing him again.

Time to pick up the pace and find a new boy or two!

All fizzle, no pop...

Having been asked a number of time about the beautiful model man I met at fashions night out I felt that it was only fair to provide a quick update...in that there is none. Yes that’s right, sadly despite a number of telephone conversations and discussions about meeting up it hasn’t happened. Now I’m not the type of girl to flog a dead guy and so I’m off models and onto whichever gentleman falls into my lap next!

XOXO

Mr CEO...

The best thing about New York is that one day you can be sat on just tapping away on a laptop, nosing on all the friends you're missing and the next minute you will be approached by someone offering to buy you dinner. Not just anyone either...we're talking funny, sweet and ambitious guys who just want to date...it would be rude not to say yes.

So on Monday I went out and it was fabulous! We ate, we laughed and I enjoyed my first New York date very much. Most importantly, he paid. It was possibly the best meal I will ever have in New York, in one of the most beautiful restaurants. Solely to induce a tiny bit of envy here is the picture of the place.

For those of you with an interest in what I had (apart from the two bottles of wine) I started with scallops in chilli and followed it by lobster. It would have been rude not to pay him back somehow...