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"Burning Hot and Fast" --- Part II Me: "Hey..." Works every time. ... At the time, I was living way up on the upper east side. The UES wasn't a bad place to live. I lived on a cozy block and it was relatively safe. There was a great dog park a block away at Carl Shurz Park. But sometimes I hated it. Why? Cause it is the one area of Manhattan that is the most pain in the ass to get to anywhere else in Manhattan. Not only that, but when you tell people you're that far up on the UES, you get a lot of, "All the way up there???"'s. That's probably why I moved down 65 blocks a month later. Her: "Where do you live?" She was, of course, joking... I think... Nevertheless, she did come all the way up to the upper east side. I was sooooo glad that I lived alone. *pump fist in my mind* Yesss~~~ It was January in NYC and it was cold. But that didn't stop her from visiting. It was a not the easiest to make plans with her. She met up with her friends a lot, which I think is great. But sometimes, I felt like she didn't want to lose control, even though we still managed to meet up rather frequently. Occasionally, she would call, and come over to my apartment, either bundled up or freezing from the consequences of last-minute-visit clothing decisions. I was as happy as could be when I did see her. But sometimes, as I opened the door to greet her, and as she would come in smiling, I would wonder if she was more happy to see me or my doggie. *telephone ring* I'm joking about the dog. But as good as a wing dog as Frasier is, it can backfire on you, cause he is just too cute to be ignored. It's like once you "go wing dog" there is no turning back. You can no longer claim 100% of the affections of that girl. You will have to kick some of that back up to wing dog. Yes, Frasier the dogfather will have to get a taste. Wing dog is powerful and effective but you must pay a small price. But all in all, I was happy. She was cool, smart, funny, cute, and just plain fun. We enjoyed spending time together. Also, I guess it was too early to worry, but I wondered when I would get to see her place, meet her friends, her roommate... After all, I had done those things for her already... at least a little bit. I guess we'd get around to it? It was still early, no need to rush, right? Things went on like that for a week or so. And as January turned into February, coming into mid-February... a frightening day had been quietly sneaking up upon me... Valentine's Day. *Dun Dun DUUUUUUN* I hadn't even realized it. Things were fun and sorta moving fast. But it was still too early. It'd only been 2 weeks or so. I hadn't made any plans. We weren't serious either. We had just started seeing each other. Hmmm... what was appropriate here? Should I do the whole shibang? Make it casual? Not make a big deal? Ignore it all together? Well, after much consideration (and advice from my homegirls), I decided to make it a casual thing, especially since I had no time to plan or make any sort of worthwhile reservation anywhere. I'd invite her over on Saturday (V-day), make her dinner, and just spend a nice night together. Sooo... I called her and asked her to "save Saturday for me" and to come over so we could do all that. She knew what day that was, and I think she got it. I suspected that she didn't expect something crazy either, and I got a vibe that she was happy to have some plans for V-day. I planned to at least make dinner, drink wine, lounge around, watch DVDs, listen to music... destroy her at board games... naked... J/K... Are you awake out there and reading this? Just making sure. =P I got off work early on Friday so I could do my grocery shopping for Saturday and V-day. I hate doing errands in NYC winter. It's cold, the streets have black slushy snow/dirt, and even though you just wanna get home and stay dry and warm, you still have to walk to 4 or 5 more places to get everything you need. But alas, I did it. I was prepared. I love being prepared. It makes me feel confident and in control. As I was thinking about the plan for the next day, how sweet it was gonna be, and how I was gonna impress her beyond belief so that by the time the weekend was through, she will be dying to introduce me to her girlfriends... cause as an aside, isn't that what all of us want? To be someone she is proud of, to show off to her friends, her family, not be hidden away, but rather... flaunted? Anyhow, as I was daydreaming... *ahem* I mean... planning... I heard my phone ringing. It was like 10 or 11PM. I thought it was my buddy Joe, calling me out as he usually does on a Friday night around this time. I had my excuse all prepared too, but as I looked at my phone, I saw that it wasn't Joe. It was her. I thought she had told me she was going to be with her girlfriends on Friday night. But it was her, and it was still pretty early. Me: "Hello? Hey, what's up?" She was supposed to come over tomorrow. I wasn't ready. This would kinda mess up my perfect weekend plan. But she was coming... now. And.... and well... I liked it.
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