Living in New York isn't easy and my mother is always telling me to get out more. I have always been so focused on my career choices that I always considered going out to be an utter waste of time. If I am not learning something new then why bother. If it is not creating a brighter future for myself or for people that I know, then why waste the time or the money.
However I decided to take my mother's advice and recently I allowed myself to go out and to see what people are doing.
I have to be honest, I was disgusted. Yes, utterly and thoroughly disgusted with what I found. First of all I met some really beautiful women that are always trying to create something and who are always dressing right out of your favorite fashion mag, but for the men. Mm..here I go.
In the first 3 to 4 minutes of any conversation I am quick to point out that I have a boyfriend. Yes I have a boyfriend. I have been dating someone seriously for 1 year. I am happy about that. Yes it is a long-term relationship and it has it's obstacles but I am still happy about that. Maybe that is not a good thing because it is quickly told to be repeatedly. He is Italian. He lives in Italy. He is screwing everything that walks. He can't be trusted. No man can be trusted. Great! But then after they have left him they begin to go into their own issues of being a man, and generally speaking not being able to be trusted.
Outing Number One: So I find myself in a party where the last sin in this city is still permitted and I meet a guy, who will remain nameless, who does go into the "You can never trust a man speech, that many men are having openly these days" and then he tells me. I know I will never be faithful and I want to be honest with my wife. After 20 years of marriage things will get boring but you know what, I don't care who she F----s because that's all that it will be. I will never throw away our history, our love or our family just because she has decided to get our her animal magnetism or charisma or needs with someone else. It's just a F---! He continued to shower me with these comments as he did shower with me his own spit.
Outing Number Two: Knowing a millionaire should have it's perks right? Someone to buy you dinner at your favorite restaurant or maybe he has a country home for a summer BBQ. However while talking with my acquaintance one day he decided to share with me that he lets all his friends come over and use his bed to screw their girls because his apartment is a central location. We have rarely talked, even though we see each other in the bar we frequent, and yet the only thing he could talk about was that. He also told me that hotels in NYC, some of them rent by the hour. Great! I have seen enough TV to figure that out, but why was he sharing this information. No I didn't feel it was a come on, but I kept wondering when you are this wealthy doesn't this give you access to the richness this world has to offer, like maybe the newest spa treatment? or the latest technology? or maybe just a really cool trip you have taken on your private jet?
Outing Number Three: I have a friend who has some rich friends. They have time on their hands to be out in the middle of the night. Having been so sick, I couldn't take staying in my bed another day, another minute, so I went out with them. They are middle aged men. One having been married and the other night. They seem nice enough but things go ary (spelling?) when I share that I have a boyfriend and that I am happy with him. No he is not rich. But I have never dated for money. These men may have been rich, but they were not rich in ettiquette. They had their hands all over me and made it clear to me that I should leave my boyfriend, who is currently in the garden section of a Home Depot type store, and be with them. But the question is why would I leave my boyfriend for people who don't have the courtesy to keep their hands off a women that is happily spoken for by a very hot lawn mower selling man (I have always wanted a garden and he is learning how to take care of plants right now) and both are known to drink and drink and drink. If I were a millionaire, I would spend my money on spa treatments, adopt a kid and other useful things like colonics (more on that in another blog). Why do they waste their time spending it on drinking. If they have the SECRET to success then why are they drowing in their SORROWS. Something really doesn't match up here. Anyway, disgusted I returned home, oh and to add insult to injury the guy who was interested in my friend, asked me out in front of her! but I returned home and called to hear the sweet voice of my Italian man who loves me and is being faithful.
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