Texts from my life: You’ve got to be kidding me

Remember how I just wrote I was at the Dream hotel last night? Well I just got a message from my friend LM who is kind of infatuated with me.

LM: Hi i just booked a room at Dream Hotel for Tuesday night… I’d love to see you… I’ll be in the city at 3 on Tuesday

Date Night

Last night I somehow managed to double book myself.

Date #1 was an old friend who I was kind of involved with when I was 17. We’ll call him Mr. Blast From the Past or just Mr. Past.

We had been texting before the semester was over and said we’d hang out once I was done with finals. I texted him to say Merry Christmas on Friday and after going back and forth decided to do dinner Saturday night.

I also texted McHottie Merry Christmas and after going back and forth he asked what I was doing Saturday night and that we should go ice skating. I told him I had tentative dinner plans with some “friends” and that I’d meet him for drinks after.

I of course was an hour late in meeting Mr. Past for dinner. We then headed to Macao because I’m currently obsessed with the place. Mr. Past is still as nice and sweet and funny as I remember and it doesn’t hurt that he looks exactly the same. We have very random things in common like random friends and apparently super random places we want to travel too. For example we both want to go to Oregon so we might be going on a road trip there next week. If it happens that would be wild.

We finished dinner at 11:30 and I was supposed to meet McHottie at this winter wonderland bar at 11:15. Of course, I didn’t get there till 12. McHottie wanted to pick me up from dinner, you know the one where I was with my friends and not a date. Mr. Past insisted he drive me to the bar where I was supposed to meet some girl friends. It was a close call! Mr. Past dropped me off I walk into Rolfs (the winter wonderland bar) and look for McHottie. Apparently he thought we were meeting outside so he was out there sitting in his car. I don’t know if he saw that I was with another guy or not but he didn’t say anything.

We basically played 20 questions. He’s ok he’s not that interesting. If anything he’s kind of boring. I decided to test my psychology experiment on him and asked questions for the most part. The psychology experiment is to figure out who they want you to be. McHottie wants you to be intelligent and mature but he wants you to be able to let loose and do crazy things too. He also does not want you to be materialistic. McHottie doesn’t want a relationship because he has a Peter Pan complex like myself. I, actually, don’t like the fact that he doesn’t want a relationship. He also asked the what would you name your children question. McHottie reminds me of the douchebag from last summer.

If you’re wondering why I don’t like his anti- relationship stance considering I’m also anti-relationship it’s because in my experience you’re in for a distaster when the man is the non-commital one. Men are supposed to be possesive and the possesive men I’ve dated want you all to themselves. When the man is not possesive it leads to a lot of anxiety on the womans part. You’re always on edge, you never know where you stand.

After Rolfs we went to the W for drinks but it was late so it was closed. We then went to the Dream hotel which was ghetto but it didn’t really matter. Next thing I know we’re hooking up in the car and I don’t mean normal hooking up. I mean hardcore hair pulling, lip biting, blood tasting hooking up. Even though this was great because I like that crap it was also not great. The reason being that I haven’t really done that in about 2-3 years and the last guy I brutally hooked up with was from Brooklyn like McHottie needless to say it didn’t work. I actually wasn’t expecting McHottie to be like that because he was such a gentleman the entire night to the point where he came and opened my car door every single time. Oh crap…

Have you seen Bronx Tale? If you haven’t in the movie Sonny tells the main character who’s going out on a date with this girl to go open her car door first and see if she leans over to unlock his door. His door was locked he had to do the unlocking thing everytime. I didn’t lean over once, if you don’t lean over apparently you’re a selfish broad. I hope he wasn’t doing that.

Anyway, he texted me when he got home. I texted him this morning. The rest you can see for yourself.

ME: PS I just saw the surprise you left me on my neck. Going to kill you

McHottie: What surprirse. I have scratches on my face!!!!!

ME: Hahaha ok you win, I have a hickey the size of Texas on my neck!

McHottie: I did not intentionally do that. I would never.

ME: lol righttt

McHottie: I’m sorry about that.

ME: It’s ok, sorry about the scratches on your face

McHottie: Its ok. I’ll live. But If we are this bruised and banged up from a simple make out session, what’s going to happen once were in the bedroom together?? One of us might get sent to the emergency room

ME: I guess that’s a risk we’ll have to take. I see a broken nose somewhere in your future lolol

McHottie: Umm ok. So I have a full fledged bite mark on the back of my neck. I can identify all of your teeth. I noticed you had a root canal lol

Pics below:
Bite mark-

Hickey-

Is it just me or does anyone else think this is a bad, bad, bad idea?

Presents!

So far Ive gotten this lady gaga-ish dress and black sequin shorts I wanted from my mom and the gloves on my wish list from my cousin. The best present came this morning though. The French photographer guy I mentioned before tagged me in the photo he took of the Eiffel tower and captioned “For Chloé, Merry Christmas.” Meeeelt

xx
Chloé B.

Holiday Spirit

I love the holidays! LOVE! It’s not because I’m religious or anything like that but if you know me you know that I’m obsessed with my family. I love the holidays because everyone gets together. I also love presents.

I came home this morning after my late night erm adventure. I kind of just wanted to go to sleep but my mother would probably flip out on me so I got tricked into decorating the Christmas tree with my brother.

My brother was too lazy and wanted to leave the tree bare. According to him he wanted to go with a minimalist decor and have people imagine the decoration that way everyone would be happy. It’d be the perfect tree. After 5 minutes of us trying to do it together the perfectionist in me came out and kicked him out.

I then proceeded to spend the next hour decorating and redocerating the tree. My parents came down and said wow, my brother said it was a bit excessive. Below are the before and after pictures. I managed to get almost every decoration we have on there. I loved doing it, I can get so caught up in such little activities. My absolute favorite ornament is a glass ballerina we got when I was little, it’s so beautiful.

xx
Chloé B.

Christmas Tree, Macao, and More

Last night I met up with MD and we went to take photos by the Rockefeller Christmas tree, sooo many tourists.

Afterwards we headed to Macao Trading Co in Tribeca for dinner. I hadn’t been there since my ex took me in February. It’s one of those places that’s cozy and the food is hearty. You don’t find that very often in the city.

Later on we went for drinks with her boyfriend at Cinema in midtown. It was a really cute place although the Riesling was just eh.

You’d think I’d go home after this but you’d be wrong. You see I always have the urge to have sex after drinking wine (excluding rose) so of course I decide to go by my “friend” MC’s place.

I say “friend” because he’s not really a friend. He’s just an acquaintance, who I barely speak to/hang out with. He was in love with me in the beginning, then he fell out of love, then we kind of hooked up.

So I go there, we hang out, then decide to watch Up. More like he watched Up and I fell asleep. Then we decided to go to sleep. He surprisingly didn’t try anything.

Side note: he has the most amazing goose down comforter. I love goose down comforters!

Do you know what happens in NYC appartments with goose down comforters? It gets unbearably hot and you end up sleeping in your underwear. Sometime in the middle of the night he starts cuddling with me and patting my head. So weird! Well one thing led to another, there were some bedroom acrobatics, it was eh, and we went back to sleep.

xx
Chloé B.

M.A.D.

A few days ago I decided to check out the Museum of Art and Design. Personally, I’m not a big fan of MoMA so I wasn’t sure what to expect from MAD. It is sooo much better!

Right now they have the Madeline Albright Pins exhibit thing, which bored me and was filled with tourists, which was annoying.

Right next to that was the Ghost Stories exhibit by Nendo, which was awesome. The photos below are ones I took from that.

By far the most impressive was the Slash: Paper Under the Knife exhibit. Below are some of my favorites.

Oliver Herring’s – Alex

Kako Ueda Reciprocal Pain

Beatrice Coron- Hells

xx
Chloé B.

Lesson learned

There were 2 lessons today:

1. Make friends with people who are like yourself. For example, if you are abnormal make friends with abnormal people.

2. ALWAYS for the love of god trust your instincts.

Now let’s go into some more detail, shall we?

Lesson 1 occurred this evening when I made the mistake of logging on to my gmail account so I could send L the Halloween photos and M the photos from this weekend. I’ve never mentioned her before but there’s a girl in my class who we’ll call ID. ID is a pretty cool girl. She’s nice, she’s funny, we get along just fine. However, I usually like to be left alone when I log into my accounts. I don’t really like people messaging me. Well actually it’s more like I don’t like it when I’m only on there to actually do something and not bored. If I’m bored I will talk to anyone, even the homeless man on the street.

Ok so back to my point, ID messages me in gchat. She’s recently single, her douchebag boyfriend told her after 6 years that she wasn’t the one. Oh and this was right before finals. I would have thrown him in front of a truck. Really genius it took you 6 years to figure that out. After finals ID has been getting drunk and hooking up with guys. Which is just fine and dandy in my book as long as you don’t cross certain lines.

Certain lines as don’t shit where you eat and try at all costs not to be the one who will have the finger pointed at them.

What I mean by the first is that our law school is very small. If you want to mess around I completely understand just don’t do it with guys from school or in front of people from school. Keep it out of sight and out of peoples mouths.

The second line is for situations where you are the other woman. I’m sure everyone has or will be in a situation where the other person has a significant other. Now if you are the other woman among several other women then you are golden. When the sh*t hits the fan it’ll be his fault not yours. The only way you manage that is by being insignificant. Even though I think cheating is expected, that’s just me. A lot of people don’t think like that but when he’s cheating with lots of women then you are not the one who is blamed. It’s a self preservation technique really.

Back to ID’s story. ID has been crossing my certain lines. Today she decided to tell me that she hooked up with one of the guys from our class. The guy has a gf, he’s had a gf for a very long time. The gf wants to get married, he doesn’t, and he’s been talking about breaking up with her for a while now. ID and him have also been texting a lot but ID is back home in Boston now. Yeah, I know ID apparently doesn’t watch enough movies. His gf will NOT let him leave her. Anyway, I basically had to talk her out of calling him and telling her to go out in Boston and find a single guy.

This is a service that I wouldn’t mind doing for my friends. Although, my friends hardly ever need such services because they are way too detached for that crap. This service also made me realize how annoying and stupid other girls are. I mean, sure I’m stupid too and so are my friends but most girls take it to the next level. To the level of desperation, which, correct me if I’m wrong, we don’t do because we don’t care enough.

Ok I’m bored of this let’s move on to lesson #2 trusting your instincts.

Friday night I was telling M how I think library bf had a thing going on with the jolly green giant that always sits next to him in the library. There was always something about their body language, especially his. He always tensed up when we were both around. M’s advice was “go get your man before she does”. To which I said……. hell NO.

I’m over being assertive and pursuing. If you want me, make your move. It’s so much easier this way.

Well remember how I said I was psychic? ID told me they were being all touchy feely at the bar everyone went to after finals. I KNEW it! It doesn’t really matter that they’re hooking up, all that matters is how amazing my instincts are.

xx
Chloé B.

I think I get it now…

I never actually got to check out The Highline Park this summer. So of course I decided to go up there on a cold December day. The elevator that takes you up there from 14th street is so awesome. As I was up there I think I finally understood why people love NY so much.

You see I never really cared much for it because it has always been just a hop and a skip away from me ever since I was 8. But today standing in that park, two stories above meatpacking and the west village with the freezing wind blowing in my face I finally understood. People love New York because it’s
Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde in one city.

It’s beautiful and ugly, it’s full and empty, it’s big and small. I mean think about it for every beautiful building there is an ugly one, usually right next to it. The same goes for the people. It’s empty and full in that certain areas of the city are full of people either at night or day but never both. Half of the day the neighborhood is bustling the other half it’s deserted. Have you walked through midtown at nightime? There’s no one there! It’s also full and empty because even when it’s full of people you feel completely alone and empty.

I also used to think NY was too big but today I went through four different neighborhoods in a matter of a few hours. I never realized that it’s actually not big at all.

That was one of my revelations today. If you’re not bored out of your mind and if I still remember the other one I’ll blog about it later. Until then here are some photos I took with my trusty iPhone.

xx
Chloé B.

Barely Private

I randomly went by Milk Gallery this morning and stumbled upon the “Barely Private” by Sante D’Orazio exhibit. If you have a thing for naked photographs as art like I do you will love this. It’s basically photographs of models, musicians, and actors. It was very strange because I felt with every photo you took one step forward and with the next you took a step back over the porn vs art line that divides raunchy photographs. It will be showing at Milk Gallery in meatpacking till January 5th, I strongly recommend you see it. Featured are some of my likes and dislikes. I loved the photo of the girl in the catsuit with the devil horns but I have no idea who she is. And I beyond loved the photo of Christy Turlington, she’s so naturally beautiful and the photo itself is just pure and beautiful. I hated the photo of Eva Mendez, it’s too much. It’s not like she has a soft face, the scowl only made it worse.PS props to whoever set the photos up at Milk.

xx
Chloé B.

She’s baaack Part II

Somehow or other we managed to wake up on time to head over to the brunch party at Bagatelle. We were convinced we looked like crap but I’m pretty sure being the youngest people there evened it out. The staff there has way too good of a memory btw. We get in, say hello to my friend, and head to the bar to wait to be seated and the glasses of rosé begin.

While at the bar there were some random guys next to us. I could only see one of them and he wasn’t cute so I didn’t even bother looking at his friend, just went on talking to M. After about 10 minutes or so the friend who I hadn’t bothered to look at decided to make contact. He was actually really cute and had a super nice shirt on, why hadn’t I noticed him earlier?!

We start conversing apparently he was from Brooklyn…minus 10 points. He goes to the exact same places as I do on the same nights…plus 5 points. It also turns out that he also went to Fordham at Lincoln Center but graduated right before I started! How random is that?

Side note: speaking of random the guy that gave me my torts outline is M’s distant cousin!

Our conversation was cut short when one of the managers came by to sit us. M and I then proceeded to befriend the couples sitting next to us, dancing on couches, and getting molested by the staff. I don’t understand why… I was fully dressed again. Maybe it was because I was drunk. Speaking of being drunk, I need to stop that. It makes me wayyy too open with people which leads to me not being able to conduct my psychology experiment. It also leads to me annoying my own self, I can’t imagine how much it must annoy other people. It even leads to me making out with people I shouldn’t be making out with in the bathroom of kiss n’ fly because god forbid I stay on line, nope not even for the bathroom. There was also a random motorcycle there, why was there a motorcycle inside a nightclub? Don’t ask me. I decided to take a photo on it, nonetheless.

Before we left the restaurant McHottie(yes that’s what we’re calling Brooklyn boy from now on) came and talked to us for a bit and asked me for my number. He was going to Revel aka the new name for Merkato after but it was snowing way too much so we went home. He then proceeded to text me 10 minutes after.

I feel this McHottie thing can only go down two roads. You see while I was drunk and we were talking I was basically telling him how I was living in the library until this weekend. He then proceeded to make plans for us after I return to the library on January 11. Now if I didn’t know any better I would immediately plan out our future aka the next 3 months but I know better, much better. You see the a-holes you really have to watch out for aren’t the ones that are brazen and in your face. No, the ones you have to watch out for are the a-holes in the nice guy clothing who plan out your future together and talk to you about future baby names. Those are the ones that build you up to knock you down. Therefore, we can either go down the “let’s pretend to make plans but always flake” road or the “let’s become involved and have a disasturous ending in 2 months” road. Which will it be? I guess you’ll just have to stay tuned.

xx
Chloé B.