Who’s really on the leash here?

The Company Manager: Vol. 2

Oh man, what have I gotten myself into??

I left off with the company manager girl’s invitation for me to dogsit for her while she’s out of town. We’d only known each other about a week at this point, so I was skeptical (to say the least) that this would be the casual sexual acquaintance I was hoping for.

Eve suggested I was being paranoid in thinking that this girl might be clingy, even though she so quickly asked for a domesticated favor like dogsitting. So I agreed. She’s tall and blonde, after all…

Second Date Jitters

Tomorrow evening is my second date with the Banker. He picked a restaurant which I couldn’t help but notice is conveniently located two blocks from his apartment.

Here’s the problem with going home with a guy on the first date: you have to stay the same or escalate on the second date. So going to his apartment seems inevitable, even though he SHOULD have to work for it a little bit more.

Maybe we can go to the Opera after dinner…personally, I love opera, but if this Banker, clearly not a big patron of the arts, is willing to sit through Rigoletto for me, then he deserves my sex. Or at least to make out on the couch.

Yeah, that sounds good, right? Making out on the couch…maybe a little nostalgically trendy?

Ok, that’s the plan, and I’m sticking to it.

-Eve

Do You Give Good Text?

Well, I decided I wasn’t ready to call quits on the Banker just yet, so when he invited me to dinner Friday night, I accepted his invitation. Today, I even got, (dare I say it?) giddy when we started texting back and forth to make arrangements. I’m a modern girl, and I love a flirty text.

Over a period of about 20 minutes, we messaged back and forth, discussing restaurant options, schedules, etc. (“Risottoria?” “I hate paying for food I can make better myself. Risotto is my best recipe.” “In that case, maybe we should just stay in…” “I don’t put out Risotto til at least the 4th date…” etc.) (note: Thomas Hardy I’m not.)

Anyway, it was going so well, and I found myself smiling at the thought, when, all the sudden, horror of horrors, my phone rang.

Casual Sex and Dog Sitting: A Woman’s Take.

Eve, can women ever really handle a true sex-only casual relationship without things turning dramatic? And is the dogsitting a sign for me to back off and look for non-commital sex elsewhere, or am I being selfishly paranoid?

Well, Adam, the answer to your first question is simple.

Yes, a woman CAN really handle a true sex-only casual relationship without things turning dramatic…..as long as she isn’t really into you.

If you are having casual sex with a girl, i.e. hooking up now and then, maybe the occasional flirty message, without her being clingy and dramatic and obsessive, it means, she’s not that into you. Which isn’t the end of the world, right? I mean, she likes you well enough, she obviously thinks you’re good in bed, you don’t rock her world, probably, but you’re still worth her time, occasionally.

But! If the girl starts to like you, I mean really, actually genuinely develop a crush or feelings for you, casual sex becomes impossible.

And as for the dogsitting….you’re being a little selfishly paranoid. The truth is, even the most liberated feminist New Yorker, who knows she is perfectly capable of taking care of herself, knows it can be pretty nice to have a guy around who will be happy to do you favors every now and then, just because you are pretty.

A girl likes a guy who will do things to for her.

Casualty Sex: the thin line between sweet booty call and clingy disaster

The Company Manager

It’s the nature of my job at a theatre that every week I work with a different company manager. This person acts as a liason between their dance company and our theatre, and last week this person happened to be tall and blonde.

We flirted at work, cautiously at first, but by the end of the week it was pretty obvious even to the people I work with that something was going on. One of my co-workers, who had worked with her before, told me that she was into me, and that when she arrived at the beginning of the week she had asked said-co-worker if there were any straight guys around. She wasn’t exactly looking for a boyfriend, she said, just, you know…had some needs that have gone unfulfilled as of late.

Cont’d…

Adam’s take on Banker dude

Eve’s Question: Do men ever have any idea when we’re being disingenuous? Because it’s just so easy.

Short answer: Most guys don’t care.

Longer answer:

“…I kiss him passionately, because, after all, he was a pretty good sport and didn’t try to pressure me into staying.”

A pretty good sport, Eve? You mean cause his genius plan of first-date stroll around the corner to “Suprise! It’s my apartment!” didn’t get him laid, but he still walked you to the subway like a gentleman anyway? (“Oh, but he was still sweeeeeet!!!”)

I don’t know how Meg Ryan that scene is, kid; maybe Meg Griffin.

Cont’d…

Listen buddy, I am not that type of girl!…..sober.

The Banker.

 

I met him at a party. He attached himself to me from almost the second I walked through the door, and though I thought he was friendly, he didn’t make a strong impression. He had a zit on his forehead. He owns a snuggie. At one point he spilled beer down my dress, but when he brought that up on our first date, I had already forgotten.

A few days later, he sent me a message on facebook, inviting me out for a drink. (“So lame!” he bemoaned later, even though I had been flattered.)

The thing is, I don’t get asked out on a late of dates. I get a lot of “hey, we should hang out sometime.”. I get a lot of “what r u doin now?” text messages at nine pm. I get a lot of “Meeting some friends for drinks, you should join”. But a true “Let me take you out for a drink, at this bar, at this time” is a rare treat, so of course I said yes.

Con’t…

New York City is a Garden of Earthly Pleasures…

Unfortunately it’s also filled with a lot of snakes. 

 

We’re Adam and Eve: we’re fairly new to this city and its strange, strange dating customs. Sometimes it helps to get the perspective of the opposite sex. So, we created this blog, to chronicle and comment on each other’s sex lives.

Hopefully, we can shed some light on each others experiences, and learn what the other sex is really thinking…