Loosies

Want to know what I'd sound like if I were female and living in my country rather than in NYC? Then you definitely need to read this blog. It's written in the more colloquial English we use in Nigeria, hence it incorpoates pidging Englisha and some Yoruba words. Maybe it won't translate, maybe it will but either way, I totally love it.

I'm now a bartender at a fine Latin New York restaurant. This is excellent as I've been so poor of late that I was almost rich (you know when you have so much in loans that it seems you must be a wealthy and productive member of society to be trusted with such levels of debt). Yesterday was my second full day and first one where I was totally in my groove, managing the customers and the millions of Mojitos I had to make with equal aplomb. I'm going to try to build my own customer base because the bar is the kind of place that allows for that. I'd tell you where it is, but then I'd never be able to bitch about it here again for fear of losing my job. And we don't want that. Poverty is definitely overrated.

The blonde is gone for a week, visiting friends and old haunts on the other coast. The other time a girl I was seeing went away, she came back only for us to break up. I wouldn't be entirely unhappy with that scenario, because I remain in my perpetual state of contemplating breaking up with the girl I'm with. I think I've really come to enjoy the chase too much and the companionship too little. Although I have missed human contact outside of work as I've ignored both the girl and my friends as I trained and worked for the past five nights in a row. Rosy Palms is a decent but uninspiring lover see.

I think of my sex life with the blonde and I realize I'm insane to even think of breaking up with her. I think about her idiosyncrasies and most of the time we spend together not in bed, and I realize I'm insane to be with this girl. Let's just say that the wrong head led me into this relationship thingy I'm in. Discussing the vagaries of the dating world with a customer at the bar who'd just come from a ho hum match.com date, I warned to get out if the first date didn't exactly rock his world. I've come to realize that I need to act on any reluctance to get involved with someone BEFORE we fall into that comfort zone that I find so easily. I get along too easily with women. Inevitably even though I'm not certain, I just go along on more and more dates; we start to have sex, she starts to get comfortable and then I realize that I definitely don't want to be with this person and start trying to figure out how to get out of things. I have recognized the cycle. Now I must break it.

Summer in NYC continues to rock. If you're anywhere else, you are missing one of the coolest things on the planet. There is so much going on all over the place. Free concerts in the park (Seu Jorge last week), barbeques on rooftops from Brooklyn to Harlem and the LES, free movies in the park and Coney Island for a diversion. Thank god I have a job now, cause I was spending money willy nilly at the post event drinks and going to every event cause I didn't have much else doing. You ask, what about that thesis I'm supposed to be writing. I'll look in on that and let you know if it's started writing itself while I've done everything else it's possible to spend one's hours on.