New Years in New York

Ok, so this is what I do when I'm bored. I write. And although the spelling and grammar are all over the place, you'll get to read a little bit of my life, and be thankful that you are no longer living the life of a 20 something single person.

New Years eve started out as any other day. Having flown home the night before, I was exhausted and slept in until noon, after which I only got out of bed because my stomach was demanding food. Once I had fueled up on a ham and cheese sandwich, I decided to send out some e-mails and texts to see who had planned anything exciting that evening. Some of my acquaintances were going to a huge party down town, but I just didn't have the energy for that. My aunts were staying in, and my uncle was going to a house party with his friends. The house party sounded fun, but I wanted to be in the city for my first New Years in New York, and wasn't looking forward to my uncle's overprotective antics on New Years Eve. (more on those some other day). So, I ended up meeting up with some people from Soccer who live in Greenwich Village. Brianna had invited me over for dinner with her husband and some other people from soccer, and I thought that sounded like just the right thing for me. (I'll admit, that Brianna's suggestion to set me up with her significant other's hot Italian friend, factored greatly into the decision. After all, It's been almost 6 months since Jared and I were officially over, and although he's already met someone new, I'm still pinning away. So I though it was time to pull my head out of the ground, and get myself a chance to meet someone new. So, off I went.)

The night was bitter cold, and the gusts of wind were so strong, that occasionally they blew me off the sidewalk and onto the road. It had snowed earlier that day, and the sidewalks were slippery. As I made my way to the subway I began to wonder if going out was such a good idea.

Lucky for me, the subways were running every five minutes so I didn't have to wait long in the cold.

I arrived at their house around eight to be greeted by Antonio taking out the trash. We laughed at the perfect timing, then we walked in to his place and introduced me to his handsome friend who also happened to be name Antonio.

I was pretty impressed with Brianna's choice in men for me, although we had discovered a few months ago that we have the same taste in men, so I shouldn't have been surprised. The evening started out pretty mellow and fun, but then they told me Michael was coming. Which is fine. Michael is a nice guy, but. . . do you remember Saved by the Bell? He's is to me what Screech is to Lisa. So he can be a bit annoying. When Michel arrived, Antonio (Brianna's significant other) told Antonio (friend) to pretend to be my boyfriend for the rest of the night, in order to ward off Michael.

But Antonio (Friend) took his roll pretty seriously. By this time, I'd drank about 3 glasses of wine, 1 double shot of rum, a coupe of lemon and orange shots, and a shot of Vodka. Needless to say, I was pretty drunk. Antonio tried to kiss me, and I told him he'd have to wait until midnight.

I'm not usually the type of girl to kiss on a first date, but it was New Years Eve. And I hadn't kissed someone in six months. And to be frank, I've been feeling a bit lonely. Some harmless attention from a hot Italian man wouldn't hurt right? I was wrong.

At midnight, we, the group, found ourselves at Battery Park. That's on the south end of Manhatten. It overlooks the bay and the Statue of Liberty. The night was freezing, but the sky was beautiful, and the fireworks were wonderful. They lit up the sky above the statue of liberty, and you could see the reflection in the water. Seriously, I don't understand why people hang out at Time Aquare when the real beauty of the night is on the water front. So I kissed Antonio, and it was nice, but meant nothing, and that was somewhat sobering. He kept trying to shove his tongue down my throat the rest of the night. And I humored him, at first, because it's nice to be kissed every now and then, but when he pushed for more, I got a bit defensive, pushed him off, and decided to go home. By this time, we were at a bar, and I had downed a couple of more shots of tequila. Simon had lectured me on how I was settling and showing a lack of respect for myself. And strangely enough, in my drunken state of mind, I decided to listen.

Antonio really wanted to take me home, but I insisted against it. I needed to get home safe, and alone, and needed time to think. So we parted ways, and I went home, although I fell asleep on the subway, and only happened to wake up at my stop by chance. I came home, showered, then curled myself up in bed, and fell asleep thinking that this new years was more fun than last years despite the fact that Jared wasn't here to share it with me.

I also realized that I don't know if I'll ever be ready to date in New York. Kissing a guy on the first date is hard enough. I know this wasn't a date, but I still felt weird kissing a stranger. Everything moves so fast here. It makes me wonder if dating is the same way. I mean, I've heard from some people say that you kiss a person on the first date, and sleep with them by the third, and that's well. . .a lot too fast for a girl like me.

I'd rather date the guy, get to know him, and kiss him when the moment feels right. Who cares if that's the first date, or the sixth or the eight, as long as it feels right, you know. And sleeping with someone. Well, that's another story all together. I mean, I know some of my friends think I'm old fashioned, but that's only for people I love. After all, I'm the most valuable thing I have, why should I give me away to just anyone? No, that's reserved only for love.