Kristin's stories:
Dear readers,
I had a fabulous time in Jamaica. Relaxing, fun, wonderful. Sarah and Kim and I just sat on the beach for 5 days and did absolutely nothing. It was great! Unfortunately I don't have any exciting boy stories for you--there was only 1 single guy on the entire resort, and aside from the requisite flirting from the male staff, I don't have anything to report.
But now, I think, it's time for Grow Some to come to an end. ...
Sarah, Kim, and I are leaving for Jamaica first thing tomorrow morning. We'll be gone till Friday. Come back then, though, I'll have an important announcement about the future of this blog then, 'kay?
I'll miss you guys!!!!
So, the total lack of communication from my Brit has made it clear that I need to move on. And what better way to do that than by joining Dolly at Moxie's Lock and Key party?
We had fun, but boy, was it crowded! Typical open bar event, everyone scrambling to get a drink, no one could get to the bar. Once the lock and key part started, though, it was very fun. An interesting crowd, ...
Soooo last night, Dolly and I met up with Elle and Snob. Sooooo much fun!!!! We totally had a blast, three blondes and a brunette wandering around the Village and the LES.
The other bloggers I've met through this site, Damn It Anyway and Larissa are also so much fun, and everyone in NYC has expressed jealousy of the tight-knit DC blogging circle, so I figured it's about time we had an event ...
So, I've been thinking a lot lately, about the blog and how it's gotten me into so much trouble. Part of me wants to just stop, but then I get wonderful comments and such support from you people, that I can't say goodbye!
So here's what I want to do:
The other three "grow some" girls aren't posting anymore, so this has really become an outlet for me alone. But all their posts are here, in ...
Everyone knows Andy Warhol's famous quote: "In the future everyone will be famous for fifteen minutes." Well, apparently my karma guarantees that I can only have a boyfriend for fifteen minutes.
No, nothing's been resolved with the British Scientist. I hadn't heard anything from him, but was feeling positive today, called him to say hi. I assumed I would just leave a message but he picked up. "Hi! It's me. How are you, I was just thinking about you! ...
I had a horrible night last night with the Brit. A disaster of a date. Ug.
It started out well enough. We meet up, head down to chinatown. He'd never been down there. We walk around, get some dumplings and tea, look at everything. Get offered fake bags like 200 times. We're having fun, we're walking through Little Italy, then head up to the village. Stop at McSorleys for a beer. He's impressed by my knowledge of pubby NYC ...
My first response to reading Neil Strauss's (aka Style) The Game was that of disgust. "Who are these guys?" I thought. I felt that all of these tactics were manipulative and wrong, despite the fact (or perhaps because of the fact) that I probably would fall for all of them.
Then I met a real PUA (Pick Up Artist) in the flesh. Dolly and I called him out on his behavior, which was soooo much fun. ...
Just got home from a date with the Brit. Details to come!
So by now most of you have heard about the Village Voice scandal today. No?
The cover story in this week's issue was all about PUAs--a subject Dolly and I are both obsessed with now, after reading The Game and running into quite a few PUAs when we've been out. Well it seems that when discussing one of our famous nights out, Dolly's blog was quoted (I'm mentioned too--as all of you know, she ...
How does one stop from being neurotic? I hadn't heard from the Brit after my text message last night--and so of course I'm assuming I'm getting stood up. Of course, he messages a few moments later. I thought I was past neuroses with him. *sigh* It never ends.
So, I didn't hear from my Brit all day Sunday. Oh no!! I was checking my email constantly, but I didn't hear a word. *sigh*
Of course I get an email at 11pm telling me that he just checked his email. Ug. I'm sure he thought I was standing him up, which is so not true..
Anyways, we're on for tomorrow night. I can sorta walk again, so that's good. We'll see.....
I promise I'll ...
My weekend? Consisted of this. That night I lost my phone (call me, people, I don't have any of your phone #s) and twisted my ankle. It's all swollen now, so I can't go out. Ug.
Saturday night Clark Kent called. At 8pm. To invite me to meet him and a few friends at 9:30. He left a message. I haven't responded yet. What is this behavior? I'm sorry, I'm not looking for a fuck buddy. Clearly he ...
Our young heroine set off for her fourth date with the British Scientist since they began seeing each other again (total dates: 7). They exchanged text messages all day and decided to meet at PJ Clarke's at 7:15. At 7pm, she's getting ready to leave her office, when her phone rings. It's the British Scientist. Huh? "He never calls," she thought. "I don't think he's called me once since I've met him. Huh?" When she picked up, the ...
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