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evening three without booze
Last night, after clunking through our sixth dance class, exchanging goods at the stationary store, printing the programs, rearranging the reception tables, and ordering sushi (Could it be?! Has sushi come to Chelsea?), Alex and I watched Hooking Up.
Alex: Are we supposed to believe she’s dating him for any other reason than his cash?
Deb: They’re perfect for each other: he wants her to like him for his money, and she wants to be coveted for her appearance.
Alex: That guy is completely gay.
Alex: That one, too.
Deb: Look at this one! He’s got his shirt halfway unbuttoned, creative chin hair, and apparently, a shaved chest. This date is so over before it starts.
Deb: [Eyeing whips and chains on apartment wall.] “Do you think she might come on a little strong?”
Alex: If she’s just looking to get laid, why not Craig’s List Casual Encounters? She wouldn’t have to waste so much time at dinner.
Deb: Why did she go out with him again?! Why? Listen to your gut! Besides, he’s less than five years from looking like Marc Anthony!
Deb: “That space between your teeth is sexy”?! Does this line actually work for her?
Alex: Maybe she should wait until the second or third date to announce her intention to find someone to have babies with.
Deb: Thank god he doesn’t look like he’s trying too hard.
Alex: Walking down the street to hail a cab carrying a mug full of bourbon…
And in unison: “WHAT IS HE WEARING?! MY EYES! I’M BLIND!”
Suffice it to say; thank goodness for this whole ‘Till Death Do You Part business, as we are evidently, obviously, and patently incapable of ever going on a date again.
Which, if you think about it, is actually sort of sweet.
comments (5)
hi! i just found you through laid off dad's links, and i wanted to tell you i feel your pain. after living together for 4 years my husband and i just got married on may 1st.
the wedding will be over so soon and then you'll both say "what do we do next?" and move on with your same old yet slightly different lives together.
and i know everyone says you never remember the wedding but i remember every moment like a beautiful, surreal dream. just stop and breathe... you'll be okay.
one last thing: when you're tired of every last person asking "how are the wedding plans going?" just say "they're going..." and people tend to back off. if you seem discouraged and unhappy no one wants to bother with the pleasantries.
good luck!
1 | katie | August 12, 2005 01:17 PM
I watched that show with my boyfriend. We couldn't believe the blond woman went on another date with that creepy guy. Listen to your instincts, especially if you have to be in the car with him for a long drive back to NYC. I'm just glad I'm out of the dating pool!
2 | Milly | August 13, 2005 12:54 PM
It's like that scene in WHMS, when Carrie Fisher turns to Bruno Kirby and says "Please promise me I'll never have to be 'out there' again..."
I think about that a lot. Sigh.
3 | Esther | August 13, 2005 11:57 PM
Sushi? Where?? I must know!
4 | Michael | August 14, 2005 12:33 AM
I thought of BlogChelsea and looked and looked for a link to the place! Technically, it's Korean but the sushi is well above-average: Little Seoul. It's on 7th Avenue b/t 23/24th. Our favorite place is still Mizu on 20th Street but it's impossible to get delivery, or a seat half the time, in under an hour.
How can an area like Chelsea not have a multiplicity of sushi places? This is my Yuppie's Lament.
5 | deb | August 14, 2005 01:04 PM