Tuesday, August 24, 2004

Do they always come back?

Of course, as I somewhat expected, Officer London has been calling again. He started off with a text message telling me how he missed me and has been thinking of me. I guess his balls were not big enough to deal with the possibility of me hanging up the phone on him. I will entertain him for the time being. It's still nice enough outside to have a few runs on his motorcycle before dropping him like a bad habit.Why can't the ex show up again during inclement weather, take me to my rooftop and profess his stupidity for ever thinking he could live without me? I guess he knows this time, he better come with a ring. Why can't any of the boys I actually miss from my past call? It's always the loser that I give specific instructions to lose my number who wait about one year and then call as if losing my number expires in 365 days. So if any of the guys below are reading, holla. The number is still the same.
  • My tall, high yellow pot head friend who left to live in Hershey, PA and work for Hershey.
  • The tall, gorgeous drug dealers son from Park Slope who made sure all his friends came with us on dates. I am sure you have matured by now. I see your friend in the hood, but never you.
  • The arrogant dark skinned model I always run into in Pathmark when I look like a bum. I promise I clean up nicely for dates. I do hope you have gained at least 20 pounds.
  • The other arrogant model I used to date who I have known since you had acne. Don't make me find a picture of you from when I was 12 when you had pizza face.
  • The white rap DJ who was mentioned as one of the best DJ's so far in 2004 according to MTV. I am sorry I broke your heart, but blame the ex. I am sure we can work on your clingyness.

Again, if these men are reading or if you know them - call me. I am sorry I was such a bitch. My bad.


Monday, August 23, 2004

Coincidence in D.C.

I forgot to mention that at the hotel I was staying in had an event going on while I was there - a BLOGGER's Conference! How funny is that. Check out the link to find out what they talked about. Has NY had one of these? Is there one in the works? Drop me a comment and let me know. Also, all the people at the hotel for the conference, just on quick glance were white and FAT. Not thick, curvy or heavy - FAT!!!! What a bad representation of bloggers!


Sleeping Writer

Above is a photo of the Writer. This is how I left him at about 5:45 this morning to catch my 7:00 flight into LGA. Yes! I made it to work on time and did not have to use a vacation day. I had a great time in D.C. It is the cutest city! Here is a run down of weekend highlights.

- The Writer left work early to come see me and spent the entire afternoon with me in bed. He had dinner plans with a friend and his publisher dad and my friend Cuban doctor was in town with his girlfriend so we parted ways. The rest of the night was spent eating, drinking and smoking. Shouldn't every Friday be that fun?

- I had lunch with a cousin, dinner and drinks with Cuban doctor and his group and clubbing with a friend from the office. Due to the lack of late night partying in D.C. (or no one I hung with knew about it, I was in bed by 3:00 a.m. - early by my account). The club scene in D.C. is VERY different than NY nightlife. I have never seen a more diverse crowd. Not bad, but different. A guy with a turban tried to push up and dance on my ass. It was more than I could handle. Women in D.C. do not own or buy stilettos. No wonder they don't have a Jimmy Choo boutique... There is a man shortage in D.C. Women were very quick to shoot me dirty looks and one woman pulled her boyfriend away from me when I mistakenly asked him where the restroom was. The Writer was not feeling 100% so he stayed in Annapolis for the night.

- Slept late and spent the afternoon/evening with one of my best girlfriends from college, Baby Halle (we call her that cause she looks just like her!). It was nice to hang out with her and her boyfriend and their friends. I realized something about their relationship when it was just the three of us at the table before the remaining party arrived. She took the seat next to me and they did not sit next to each other. She didn't need everyone to know that was her man. I realize that she is so lucky because she has only dated about 5 guys and has never been through half the shit I have with men so she has never built the walls that I have to protect herself. It made me regret not being a late bloomer. I hope for the day when I can assume all men are not full of shit until they prove me wrong. We all went for dinner and drinks in Georgetown and the writer came to meet us. Dinner and drinks at Sequoia, a waterfront restaurant was a nice cap off to a lovely weekend (second of course to the lazy cuddling the Writer and I did in bed watching everything the hotel cable had to offer).

Overall, I had a lovely time. Seeing Baby Halle and her man comfortable in the nice suburb life in D.C. it made me all the more excited for the day I would have the same comfort. Until then, I guess I am stuck online weeding through suitors waiting to find my right hand guy. While the Writer is not that person, it doesn't mean I won't enjoy him for the time being.


Wednesday, August 18, 2004

Dreams and Addictions

I was reading Vanity Fair today at work, the one with Reese Witherspoon on the cover, and inside there was an article on Amy Sacco. For you non-NYers and NYers not in the know, Amy Sacco is a club fixture as the owner of Lot 61 and Bungalow 8. I didn't even know about her owning Lot 61 until today, Bungalow 8 is more of the hot spot right now. Anyway, in the article she talks about being a "door bitch. For about an hour I fantasized how that would be a perfect job for me. Then I calculated the cost of my expensive boarding school and private college and realized what a waste it would be. A girl can dream. If you don't know what a door bitch is, skip this paragraph.

I saw a woman today on my way home from a mani pedi and she had the most adorable border collie pup. He was 15 weeks old. I playfully rubbed his belly and asked him in a baby voice if he was going to herd sheep. His mother quickly replied, "Oh no. I don't do farms. We are enrolling in agility courses to train for shows." "Lovely" I replied with a tinge of jealousy. If I were rich and white (cause people would laugh at a black girl who spent all day training her dog), I would be right there alongside her. A girl can dream.

My $150 flat iron (yeah, straight hair is still in for some, everyone can't do the beach hair) broke a few days ago. Luckily, I have a back up Blue Sapphire. I still love my Kenta so the ex offered to take a shot at fixing it. He tried really hard, but couldn't fix it. He said if the store can't fix it to give it to him so he could make it his pet project. How sweet! I need a man who is good with his hands outside of using them on my body. Did I mention the ex doesn't laugh at me when I tell him I don't have any money and can I have $2 for pizza while he works on the flat iron? He gives me $4 no questions asked and never asks for the change ($2 muffin for breakfast!). I know what you are thinking and yes I do have a good job that pays me really well, but I also have a compulsive shopping habit. Recent (this week alone!!!) purchases include 3 blazers from J. Crew for fall ($350), 2 suits from Bluefly.com ($470), 2 new Juicy Couture sets from eBay (&170), 1 Nanette Lepore suit from neimanmarcus.com ($600) and a new pair of Manolo pumps for fall ($485). You do the math (well over $2k). Let's not forget that I live in NY and I feed 3 dogs and I just paid my credit card bill from Spain. I can't wait until pay day!!!! Miracles always happen for me before trips so I am sure I will land in some dough to take away with me (miracles include baby voiced calls to the godfather to slip me some emergency cash).

If you get the sick idea to leave me some judgmental comments about how I should be saving my money - save your comments for someone who needs them. I am smart girl. I know what I am supposed to do with my money. I just become someone else when faced with the temptation of pretty new clothes and shoes. I am very good at rationalizing. As I have mentioned several times, I am going to D.C. so I may not be blogging over the weekend. Don't miss me too much!


Tuesday, August 17, 2004

My Love Horoscope - Yeah, its all true

Leo - Your Love Profile

Your positive traits:

You're almost always the center of attention - and easy for potential dates to spot
Your happiness and optimism is appealing to all... and contagious!
You don't hold grudges - getting over little fights is no problem for you

Your negative traits:

You tend to ignore relationship problems, until they are too big to handle
You crave luxury, and you are disappointed with partners who can't provide you with it
If someone does you wrong, you'll coldly and cruely break their heart

Your ideal partner:

Someone high status enough to bring you more attention - but not so great that they upstage you
Makes you laugh and brings excitement to everything you do together
Is aggressive and confident enough to butt heads with you every so often

Your dating style:

High expectations. You need to be impressed with an incredible first date for a second one to occur.

Your seduction style:

You like to make the first move - you're fearless about initiating things
Passionate. You really get into any intimate act.
Aggressive. Most of the time, you find yourself wanting sex more than your partner.

Tips for the future:

Try to not need so much attention. You'll feel less ignored, guaranteed.
Learn to love your parnter for who they are - not how they help advance your life.
Let your partner shine occasionally. You don't always have to be the alpha dog.

Best place to meet someone online:

Platnium Romance - these flirty singles will make sure that you're the center of attention

Best color to attract mate: Gold

Best day for a date: Sunday
Get your free love profile at Blogthings.


And the Hits just keep on coming

I am having the best week so far (well almost, I haven't gotten laid this week, but that will change on Friday). Highlights include:
  • Date with new guy next week met on craig's list who is a banker at E&Y. Did I mention he wears glasses? I love the preppie, nerdy look.
  • Full weekend with The Writer coming up starting Friday. I am still going through with it despite the drunk dialing he did to me on Saturday at 2:30 a.m. while I was out with the ex. The ex still cuddled me and when I mentioned the drunk dialing to another man, his response was "How cute. At least you know he was thinking of you." That is a new way to look at it. In my young stupid college days, the guys I drunk dialed were always the ones I wanted to invite me over and fuck the alcohol out of me. I have every intention of obliging the Writer this weekend.
  • I killed things with MC. He has been "too busy" with work to see me. His loss. He is also leaving town for good on Saturday. I am taking another new catch from match.com to the Brand Nubian concert. Now that the weather is getting cooler here in NY, the match men must be looking for a snuggle bunny for fall. I have been getting e-mails left and right from the site. Unfortunately, only one every other day is a real contender. Do NYC schools teach reading to men? Still getting replies from short (5'4) men and men with children.
  • I am almost done with my draft for the upcoming live reading on dating at Stand Up NY. If you want to attend or participate, contact tess via www.networkinggirl.com. I am sure it will make for an interesting evening. I will post my final copy on the blog after the event.
  • The Boss is still walking on eggshells around me. I can't wait to quit when work starts to pile up. I spent my morning sending out 15 resumes.
  • 2 more weeks til South Beach. My new tan will look so good with the fall tweeds that are in now!
  • My blog traffic has quadrupled in the last few days! Some of it strangely in part to the lovely note about me at Jerome's blog. He is one of the first blogger's I discovered and I even won a Maroon 5 CD from his blog. Thanks Jerome!

Anyone else having a great week? Fill me in via the comments button.


Monday, August 16, 2004

Alpha's and Providers

Below is a quote from the fastseduction website which I found very interesting. NOTE: If you have never read the manual, please take this opportunity to do it now. While it is written from a male point of view, women should know, understand and be able to recognize the game that is being run on us. I know men will say, "I don't run game." or "I don't use lines." Even when you don't realize what you are doing, you can be doing it. Men, if you are not familiar with this, you should read it as well. Realize that the point of being a player (male or female) is about attitude. If you don't have the right attitude, you will never sleep with a woman worth sleeping with.

"Evolutionary psychologists agree that women are actually looking for two mates, not one; a provider, and a genetic resource. They will hook up with providers and then have steaming sex with alphas behind the betas' backs. The best deal is of course an alpha who is also a provider, but those things kinda cancel each other out because an alpha stops being an alpha when he supplicates.
Women actually do this quite often; they just don't get caught for it as often as men do because they don't brag about it. They also don't have a need to tell their partners because while men make an emotional investment in their woman, women reserve their emotional investment for their children. If you study the statistics, you will notice that while men frequently commit suicide when their long-term relationship ends, women almost never do. Anybody ever wonder why?
Another study showed that the truth is actually likely to never come out; they did paternity tests to thousands of couples and their children, and it was revealed that a staggering number of the children weren't actually genetically related to their father at all. I wish I still had that paper somewhere...
(See http://www.fathersforlife.org/advice.htm#1in3 for some idea.)"

My name is Buttercup and I am a man on the inside (I'm an alpha. I guess that's why I hate children, cooking, cleaning and anything else that looks like "providing" for others). Does anyone know any men who are alpha's on the outside but providers on the inside. I need a confident guy who doesn't mind doing my laundry every now and then. Hey, I should post that in an ad on craig's list. I wonder if I would get any responses.


Sunday, August 15, 2004

One Rainy Saturday

I got an early start on my Saturday plans by arriving in at my friend's house for a BBQ at 3:30. It's so crazy how despite how things change over time, so much stays the same. Although I have known this friend since 3rd grade, I didn't remember her exact address but somehow managed to find her house since my calls had gone unanswered. I had such a good time chilling with her and of course chowing down on BBQ/jerk chicken (you know Jamaicans love to jerk everything :o) and BBQ turkey burgers. By the time I came home the weather was looking really shitty and since I didn't have anyone to help motivate me to go to the karaoke party, I decided to chill in for a night and clean up since I am leaving town on Friday.

Midnight - Text from the ex - "Busy?"
I give him a call back and he asks me to join him for a walk in the rain. My ex loves the rain. After some initial hesitation, I decide to join him. I am not sleepy and if you dress properly, the rain is not so bad. We decided to take a cab to Battery Park, walked to Pier 25 where the sand volleyball courts are and sat on a bench and watched the rain hit the water while we stared out onto the NJ skyline. It was really a beautiful moment. By 2:00 a.m. we were starving for some odd reason so we walked in the rain to Moondance. Soaking wet and stuffed, we piled in a cab for his place.

I enjoy the ex's company. I enjoy who he is as a man and a person. Shit, I'll admit that I still love him. This is why I hang out with him despite knowing our potential as a couple is bleak. Most of the time, we don't even have sex. He is one of the few men I know who can enjoy just cuddling with me (or at least he is really good at pretending). How much love does it take to change what someone wants from life? If you find that one person you really love, is it possible to sacrifice everything else you want from life? These are the questions I am always left with after leaving him (and trust me leaving him has always taken all the mental and physical strength I can muster).


Friday, August 13, 2004

Saturday Night Karaoke

Tomorrow night I am venturing to my first party alone. My hairdresser is having a karaoke party for her birthday and invited me to come hang out with her and her friends. I thought I would have a date, but option #1 went out of town and option#2 annoyed me over the phone, so I am going stag. I have never been to a party all alone - no friends male or female. Then again, I have never been on vacation alone until Spain. As I get closer to becoming an old maid (I have not accepted my new age of 26), I realize that I need to start to become comfortable with hanging out stag, especially since all my girlfriends are in relationships (good, bad and other) and last I checked I was single. So tomorrow, I pop another cherry of mine. Wish me luck.


Yummy Dinner

I had a great dinner with a good friend from my old days at eMarketer. We went to Sea Thai Bistro in Williamsburg. It's rare you can have a good meal, a lively crowd, and good drinks for dirt cheap in NYC. If you want all that plus real adult swings and a live DJ, head to Sea Thai. It's worth the trip for you non-borough folks.

I am also happy that I still have female friends who make time for a single gal like me, even though they are moving in with their boyfriend (congrats Jules!!!).


Thursday, August 12, 2004

Pissing off the Boss

1. Tell him via instant message you are going to see the Director of Human Resources and you may be a while. When he writes back "Purpose?", lock your computer screen and proceed to HR.

2. When he reminds you that he needs your signed review, pretend you left it at home. Apologize profusely and leave yourself a voice-mail to bring it in the next day while he watches

3. Close all windows outside of work e-mail as soon as he enters your office.

4. Have a jovial conversation with your peers that comes to a complete halt as soon as he enters the room.

5. Be extra pleasant, but no longer joke with him when he tells funny stories.

6. Keep a tight smile no matter what comes out of his mouth.

7. Go out of your way to say "Good morning" and "Good evening."

8. After checking with him if there is anything he needs assistance with, make sure when he goes into each person's office, he catches them (and you) on monster.com or hotjobs.com or lawmarketing.com

My boss is nervous that we (the 3 remaining staff members in the NY marketing dept.) are all planning to quit. We are because he sucks. What he doesn't know is that we are waiting until work gets really busy. I love making him nervous. I think next month he will just start handing out checks to keep us. I have told my boss that as an only child, I would spend days trying to figure out what to do to people to piss them off passively. I warned him who he was fucking with. Some men never learn.


Wednesday, August 11, 2004

The Biological Clock of the Male

First of all, when will this rain end.... I can't even walk the pooches - they HATE rain.

Well, after much research (dating way too many men who immediately long for the white picket fence and children along with the rest of the trappings of a suburban lifestyle), I am realizing that men also have a biological clock. After dealing with the ex during his coming of age (turning 30) and the tearful way we broke up once after him telling me he was looking for the mother of his children and his wife and if I didn't want those things NOW then we should end it (he is still single with no kids - he should have waited), I should have been clued in, but I figured he was just sensitive. Then listening to "Moe" discuss how he wants a family soon because he is getting older and lastly having the Lawyer explain to me that he has to have children by the time he is 35 (he is 33) so he can still play ball with them and not look like the oldest parent, I am starting to realize that men think about settling down, just with children and not wives. They want to have offspring just as much as the female counterpart, but the consistent problem I am seeing is that they are in no rush to get married, they just want the benefits (children, a woman to decorate, take care of them, etc.) Men need to realize they can't have their cake and eat it to. There is no reason on this earth, except for an impending terminal illness, that would cause me to give a man children before he has given me at least 5-7 years of a solid marriage. With society the way it is (has anyone checked the divorce rates), men killing their pregnant wives or leaving them with infants and young children, I can't allow myself to be a statistic. Life is all about give and take - you can't have it any other way. So for all you men who are starting to think about your "Jr.", instead you should be thinking about making a commitment with a quality person, because all the other stuff will fall into place in due time.


I am getting way too good at taking my own photo. I am going to become such a loner soon....I know, I know, I need to work on those tan lines. I tried but since the skin changes color at the same speed, there is no way to even it out unless I do the fake spray on. - GROSS!


Tuesday, August 10, 2004

3 day work week

I called in sick at work today to get my hair done and hang out with a friend. I have unlimited sick days and I never take them (even when sick) so I might as well start. I have to go to a training class for work in Norwalk, CT tomorrow so I get to be out of the office again. I deserve it since I have to catch a 7:00 a.m. train from Grand Central. The firm is lucky I am only taking a car to the station and not all the way to CT. On Thursday we have lunch at Sushi Samba for the girl who quit (yes, my stupid firm gives people going away lunches when they quit). So I only plan to do work on Friday. Go me!!

My travel dept. at work got me a great deal at the hotel I am staying at with the Writer. One night free and $99 for the additional two nights. The Writer was nice enough to say he would pick up the hotel costs since I am paying for my ticket.

Summer is almost over. I must start planning my winter vacations. Morocco and Cuba are in negotiations.


Monday, August 09, 2004

New Men?

As I look at my almost barren social calendar this week (no offense to my platonic friends), I realize I need to start meeting new men. The Lawyer and I are supposed to go bowling and hopefully MC will pull himself away from work to make that trip to the zoo he promised. MC will be leaving me in less than two weeks. He is going back to business school at Michigan and making a stop to see his family in CA. The Writer may not turn into anything serious because of the distance and since there is someone in the D.C. office that does the same job as me, chances are I will not get to go down there as often as I would like (on the firm anyway). Officer London is over. He wanted a girlfriend immediately and I needed time to be sure. Moe is too flaky and wants kids soon (he is 37) and if we get serious, when we break-up it will be too annoying to go to my favorite bar. I know what you are thinking, I am already planning the end of the relationship before it happens. I have a problem with that. It helps me get ready for the worst, but I have been told that it also causes the worst to happen. When I look at my future, I can't see happily ever after with a guy I love. I always see him leaving in the end, so I expect it before it happens....but I digress. This only leaves the Lawyer as a solid prospect. Perhaps I like dating men I know there is no future with? My shrink once told me that, but I don't think it's true. It's just the way shit works out for me. Frankly, I like the lawyer and I would date him exclusively, but I can't trust a man who tells me that at a bachelor party for ten men, there should be 70 strippers - one for every hole in the each man. I learn to trust my gut and it tells me he has a lot of women on his plate despite him always chiding me for being a "serial dater." Surely a man who purchased a $1000 Marc Jacobs for his last girlfriend on Valentine's Day is not lonely at night. At the very least, I hope his ex is giving it up on a regular basis to help pay off the bag :o)

So, now I am kind of pissed that I will be out of town for the next lock and key party for singles in NY (www.LockandKeyParties.com) because I will be in D.C. with the Writer. I have never been to one of these events, but they sound cool and it can't hurt. Match.com is not pulling in any worthy contenders. I mean, I know my spelling on the blog may not be perfect, but this is written off the cuff. An ad on a dating website should be written with some care. If you tell me to "take a peak" at your profile, obviously we went to different schools. If you can't read the part where I say no men with children and you have 3 kids, it's apparent we could not be in the same book club. I don't think I ask for much. I am not looking for prince charming to come sweep me up. I just want a man I am attracted to (notice I did not say cute) to call my own. If anyone has other suggestions for meeting people, let me know. I don't go to clubs and I don't pick up strange men in the street (surprisingly, I met the ex that way and we know how that turned out). Time is of the essence. Not because I am on a schedule like her, but because come September work is going to be out of control and I won't have time to test beds like Goldilocks. I don't want to spend this winter with a fuck buddy. The last one I had on tap moved to L.A. to pursue his acting career. You may have seen him in a few commercials. I won't name names. FYI - Hot model/actor guys make the perfect fuck buddies. They never want a commitment no matter how well you put it down because they are always thinking about themselves. Perfect for that type of relationship. They may want to take you on a "date" where you watch the car while they run into go-sees. It's not that hard, just keep pulling around the block. And always tell them how skinny they are getting.


One Foggy Sunday

Sunday is supposed to be the day of rest. As Rick James would say, marijuana is a helluva drug. I started off on the right foot and went to brunch at Amy Ruth's with a friend (one of the pair of cousins mentioned in a previous post) where we caught up and discussed the antics from our last Labor Day weekend spent in Miami. I let it be known that I had no intention of seeing him or his cousin outside of NYC. They don't have a hotel room yet and things are looking tight so hopefully they will cancel their trip. We went back to his place to smoke out and for me to check out his new digs and we watched 25th Hour. I love that movie no matter how many times I see it. Suddenly I awoke at 6:30 and realized I had wasted the entire afternoon in bed (fully dressed). Feeling like such as ass for hanging out in his bed all day without so much as a kiss from me, even after he paid for brunch, I decided to leave quickly and headed back home. Still groggy and incoherent, I watched Lost in Translation finally and then decided to head to the bar.

Moe's is the only bar I like in my neighborhood, so despite my better judgment, that is where I went. Of course, "Moe" that guy I have been out with a few times was there. I was hoping to have a drink with the ex, just for old time sake and I knew he would serve as a distraction. I also want "Moe" to be clear that he is not even close to being exclusive with me as he assumed at the end of our last date. Well the ex said he was out somewhere, so I headed in alone. Five minutes into drinks and conversation with "Moe", the ex calls back to say he will be over in a few minutes. I can't remember the last time I felt so uncomfortable. I told "Moe" what was going on and he was cool with it (or so he said). When the ex walked in and I introduced them, I got up to buy the ex a drink. When I came back to where "Moe" and I were sitting, he had gone off to say hello to someone, so I took that as an exit and took the ex to the back of the bar to sit down and chat. During the hour we sat in the back, "Moe" walked back and forth passed us a few times, trying his best not to be obvious. Later on, the ex and I were done and proceeded to leave the bar. I gave "Moe" a kiss on he cheek goodnight and headed back the ex's house. Let's just say I came home this morning. I have no idea what "Moe" is going to say to me the next time he sees me - and I really don't care. If you go out on dates with someone who works at a bar, are you no longer entitled to hang out with other people in the bar? Something doesn't seem fair.


Friday, August 06, 2004

Buttercup Is Shy Sometimes

I booked a room at the Rouge Hotel for the Writer and I for our next weekend together. It’s a very sexy hotel and is a sister hotel of the Hotel Helix where we stayed last month.

I have been asked to submit to participate in a dating/erotic live reading at Stand Up NY on Sept. 14th (if you are interested, contact tess@networkinggirl.com – She also has a blog with great stories at http://networkinggirl.blogspot.com/. I received the e-mail today with all the details and I must say for one of the few times in my life I am scared. I saw the word press and I immediately got nervous. I am a brazen woman who backs down from nothing but the thought of a personal story being immortalized in some media form with my real name and image attached to it was a bit much. You might be thinking, “That’s what you do on this blog.” In fact, this blog is a small portion of all that I experience in a day. I do take the liberty to edit a story to my liking; after all, a girl has to have some secrets. I sometimes wonder about the impression my blog gives to men who I have gone out with who read it. I am a very liberal gal who also happens to have a conservative streak (I work at a law firm, I went to prep school, I love wearing suits, I am a registered republican, don’t worry I hate Bush too). Sometimes I think people who read this might think I am a serial dater (as one guy told me) or a playgirl. In all honesty I am just a girl who is getting over a broken heart by playing the field in hopes of finding a guy I can fall in love with again. Since that is not going to happen over night, I just enjoy the male company that I can, when I can.

So as I find more and more blogs to read each day (notice the growing blog roll – I can’t keep up) I always wonder about the people behind those blogs. How old are they? What did they study in school? What do they do for a living? How tall are they? What do they look like? Why do they blog? What are their goals? I am sure people are thinking the same thing if they stumble across my blog. So, I have decided to give you the opportunity to change that. Every reader is entitled to ask me three questions which I will answer honestly (I’m a Leo, we don’t shy from the truth) and quickly (within 24 hours). Simply leave your question in the comments section or send me an e-mail to bitchinbuttercup@yahoo.com.


The Writer Shoots and Scores

So after dinner with my friend Steve at Cuba Libre to celebrate my belated birthday and exchange gifts from our recent travels, I received a blank voicemail. Checking the call from number I see it was from the Writer so I rang him back. He was still at the office and he just wanted to chat, but when he got my voicemail he didn't know what to say so he paused for so long he just hung up. During our convo he kept asking if I was sure I was coming down and if I was going to make time to see him. It felt really nice to have someone looking forward to see me - besides Snoopy of course. We talked later when he got off of work and let's just say a very sexy conversation ensued. He has been busy at work and unable to write so he was very frustrated. I did what I could from NY to help him through that. The Writer slept like a baby last night.


Thursday, August 05, 2004

Going to Miami?

Well it seems that two guys I use to date are both going to be in Miami, together, on labor day weekend when I plan to be there. Did I mention they are cousins? What did I do to deserve this? As a side tip - Never date guys who are related unless you are doing it out of revenge.

Let's just say that the last time we were all in South Beach at the same time, drama and mayhem ensued. Hopefully South Beach is big enough for everyone. My "brother" knows all the promoters so needless to say we get into all the parties free with no waiting in line. Last time we allowed them to ride our coat tails. This time, we will be waving at them as "We don't pay admission and the bouncers don't check us and we walk around the metal detectors..." Remy Martin said it best.


"Meet Up" #2 - The Lawyer

Last night the Lawyer and I hung out. As per the lawyer, you can't have an official "date" with him until you have had four prior "meet-ups". So, this being our second time meeting up, I have to see him two more times before we have an official date - whatever! He also has rules about not kissing until the first date. He broke that rule too last night. We went to a party at Flow. It was a cute spot with a cool crowd and an open bar - needless to say Lawyer got twisted. Poor thing can't hold a drink to save his life :o( I can't believe I am digging a lawyer. He even has a little belly which secretly I love on guys. I like the mini version of the beer belly over the six pack any day.


Wednesday, August 04, 2004

This is the proof that I have my camera back. It's not the best picture, but what do you expect from someone who probably had no clue about the instruction I gave to take my picture due to the language barrier. This is me in Spain!!!! Yes, I got my luggage back about 10 minutes ago. And I must go welcome back all my stuff!


I wanna get in the zone

I am finally starting to feel back into the swing of things. Work still sucks. A woman in my dept. quit yesterday. I think she was on her way to getting fired and just wanted to beat them to the punch. I am very jealous of her right now, but I know my career situation will work itself out if I have patience and stay focused.

The Lawyer and I had a lovely conversation on Monday for about 3 hours. It has been a long time since I have talked on the phone with a boy (well, he is 33) for that long. I felt like a teenager with a crush, it was really refreshing. Last night I went to Cafe Noir with Moe, then to Moe's and we capped off the night at Scopella. We have a good time together, but it's a bit presumptuous to tell someone when you leave them, "You know you are going to be my woman. I hope you know that's where this is going." If I said the same thing to a guy, he would be running so fast I would only remember him as a blur. I have to remember to pace myself with him so I don't get accused of leading him on a la Officer London. He is a good kisser, so I didn't care and after 3 Frozen Mojitos and 2 rum and cokes, I didn't care. But kissing is still innocent, isn't it.

I finally booked my ticket to Miami for Labor Day weekend and my ticket to D.C. to see the Writer. I am getting a bit antsy about being back in NY - I always feel like I should be planning a trip the minute I get back from one. These may be my last personal trips once my work load picks up this fall.

I actually had a good day at work today

Meetings - 3
Free Lunch - 1
Duration of Free Lunch - 2 hours
Work - 0

Luggage Update - Luggage was sent to my work where it was rejected by security because they wanted to remove my luggage luck. I am shocked it had gone all this way without those airport security folks opening it. I also work very close to Grand Central and with the recent terror threats I guess my building is trying to be safe. So now my luggage has gone back to JFK, I was called with this update and now have to wait for it to be re-delivered back to my apartment. Thank God I live in a doorman building :o) I can't wait to unpack and welcome all my clothes and shoes back with a kiss.


Monday, August 02, 2004

British Airways Averts Casualty - NOT!!!

My luggage has been found!!!!! I haven't skipped in years and I skipped all up and down my hallway. This according to the man on the phone who hopefully wasn't lying. He said the bag has to go through customs first but then I could come and pick it up - I don't trust them delivering it. I will post again when the luggage is officially in my hands!!! I am so happy I didn't have to kill any airline employees. I plan to stay out of jail for at least the remainder of the year. I am 26 now afterall. I guess I am supposed to start acting like an adult. Thanks to my sweet boss who let me leave today at noon since I have yet to go to sleep with anxiety over this luggage.

Update: My bag is still at Heathrow. Lying British Airways bastards!! I made them give me $100 for the trouble of gong to JFK and back without my shit. They say they will courier it to me first thing tomorrow after it lands. We shall see.....


I'm Back

So much to say, I don't know where to start. This blog will be a ramble. I don't know why I feel the need to say that shit cause it's my blog and I'll ramble if I want to.

The European cable in the hotel was crazy. I didn't realize so many rap videos have X rated versions. Why not cut to the chase and just have a real porn with the rappers fucking chicks and the music playing in the background. Then at least there could be some equal opportunity nudity. Nelly, Ludacris and 50 Cent are all guilty. I am sure there were more but I did not spend my vacation in front of the T.V.

Why don't Spaniards speak English. If England/the U.K. was the original hegemon and the U.S. holds the current position, why didn't we make mother fuckers learn English after we came through taking shit over? I want some answers. Can you tell I am bitter because my Spanish sucks? Yeah, yeah I am part Cuban, Panamanian and African-American, but my accent says gringo the minute I speak Spanish.

Be careful with shrimp/prawns in Spain. A lot of them come with the head and tentacles in place. YUK!!!

Best things about Spain - I was able to tan the breasts with no problems. Too bad it took me a few days to realize that, so I still have bikini lines on top which are different colors than the bottom. Must go to the salon to fix that this week. Bars in Spain sell Havana Club rum (Cuban baby!!!). The shopping was off the chain. I spent way too much money. Can someone explain why I purchased about 200 Euro worth of lingerie from this spot. We need one of these chains in the states.

Worst things about Spain - they party til 7 a.m. which definitely showed me how old I am getting. A lot of men sweat too much in the heat and don't smell good as a result ( I took about 4 showers a day there, man is my skin dry :o(I found a better Italian restaurant than I did a Spanish restaurant. I guess I love my rice and beans. I think poor people make better food because they appreciate it more. Hence better food in places like Dominican Republic, Puerto Rico and Cuba. Also, I didn't get as dark as I wanted. My dermatologist put the fear of God in me when she mentioned that even black people get skin cancer. I had no clue. What good is all this melanin if it doesn't protect you from the sun or the police :o)

Did anyone know that Lil Kim, Keith Murray and Young MC have NEW videos out? Apparently if you fall off over here you are still hot over there - the Europeans love black music.

All in all, I had a fab time. Next big solo vacation will be to Italy and perhaps Paris. Hopefully the dollar will get better so I can really leave with just a purse and come back with a new wardrobe (and maybe even a sexy Italian boyfriend). All this talk and I forgot to mention that British Airways lost a piece of my luggage. The one with all the clothes I took with me plus all the new shit I purchased. Not to mention a few irreplaceable pairs of Choo's (the infamous butterfly sandal) and Blahnik's (the Gisele S&M shoe). Needless to say I am pissed. I am trying to think positively about it so you don't have to read about Buttercup going to jail because she killed some British Airways employee. I wonder if I could get off for insanity for that.... I am a bonafide NYer, I have a shrink who would sign a paper confirming my insanity.

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