Just got back from NY and am exhausted and sexed out. Yes, sexed out. Here’s what happened: When I got there Friday night Richard picked me up in a town car and we went straight to the Plaza for champagne and oysters. I felt like Eloise, but drunk and ovulating. It’s the first time since sophomore year of college that a guy has asked me tons of ?s about myself and actually seemed to care. (Back then I had gazillion nice boys after me which sent me straight into a bad boy phase that’s lasted ten years to date.)
Meanwhile, I ended up taking the advice I gave to Frog Prince when Richard kissed me next to the fountain in front of the Plaza where Carrie and Big broke up when he went off and married the tall brunette… although in my case the fountain wasn’t even running because of a broken fuse to a sprinkler, at least I think that’s what the maintenance guy said in lispy Spanglish. Anyway, Richard kissed me and it was very wet, very slimy, very 'Captain Shitty Kisser'. So I said that I needed to walk… and as we walked along Fifth Avenue, I told Richard about my boy Frog Prince who needed kissing advice, and mid-way through my explanation of the “tasting frozen yogurt” technique, Richard grabbed me and gave me a not-so-shitty kiss! Which led to not-shitty-at-all Gansevoort hotel room sex! But the best part was the post-sex watching of the tivo’d Olympic opening ceremony with room service BLT’s and beers. Life was good on Friday night.
What was interesting to me (that I couldn’t discuss w/Richard) was that I used to be really into Irish guys, but not so much in this parade of athletes. Truth is, the hottest Olympians of all? The guys from Iraq. I’m serious, they all had gorgeous olive complexions and bright white teeth and absolutely perfect facial bone structure; if you looked up "sexy men" in the dictionary (if that was actually a word or a phrase), those darn Iraqis would be all over the page. The guys from Spain were cute, too, but definitely not as cute as those Baghdad boys. And if you’re into blonds, the Netherlands have that down pat – tons of Leonardo Dicaprio looking types back when he looked Titanic-y and before he started dating Giselle Ostrich.
But back to Richard. He had to work most of the weekend and was very apologetic, but I understood, cause making money is time consuming, I guess. But I managed on my own – went to Soho, the Statue of Liberty, Empire State Building, Ellis Island, Central Park. I’m lying, I lounged by the pool at the Gansevoort and drank white wine. But I did go to Soho for garlic fries. Must sleep now so I don’t shear someone’s head off tomorrow. xo