Veselka, 9th St. East Village. NYC
Leon drove me and the art to LAX. The little dog loves his traveling bag and climbed into it willingly.
The flight arrived 55 minutes early at JFK. 5am. I was knackered. We dragged the art onto a trolley and into a cab then dropped it off at Phillips. I stayed there for an hour drinking coffee and ate a pain au chocolat. I sat on my own reading The Times waiting for Dan to wake up so I could drag my sorry ass over to the East Village. Finally we just walked from 9th Ave. It was so GOOD to be back in NYC…after the operation I will be here full-time.
The Little Dog was determined to explore Tompkins Square Park so I acquiesced and he got his wish and stared at squirrels for an hour until I just had to go home and rest.
By 10 I dropped off art at the auctioneer. Very cute lighting man to gawp at prepping a fashion week party. The whole area around Meat Packing ALIVE with fashion week events. Bumped into my friend Liz who invited me to Mulberry party.
Took cab back home and slept until 3 when I met the first of my Manhunt dates. Date 1. Nice guy, did not misrepresented himself in any way. Charming. If I had been JB I would have had sex with him but I am not JB so we had coffee and went for a long walk around the East Village. Not much eye contact but I think that might have been my fault.
At 6ish I went home and took more of a nap. Dan arrived at 7.30 and we had dinner at Westville where I saw you know who’s ex. That was rather fascinating. We were obviously aware of each other but were not going to swap war stories any time soon.
Walked to Mulberry party where I had a blast being told how good I looked by old friends. I have lost a lot of weight..mainly because I have been so unhappy-but this seems to have paid off!
Saw Preston and snuggled with him. He’s an ex of mine from LA.
Walked home, ate frozen yogurt. Cute man stopped me in the street and made me feel even better about myself.
This morning I had manhunt date number 2 with very sweet Brazilian man who said that I come off as the sort of bloke who has a very active sex life. HAHAHAHA. That’s FUNNY! I told him my miserable fuck count (12 people) and he was shocked.
JB has probably had 12 fucks in one week. More.
Anyway, everyone I am meeting could be a friend…maybe more but to tell you the truth I am just not feeling it. After feeling so connected with JB and so loving and SO intellectually compatible…I don’t know if I will ever feel that again for anyone.
Busy day ahead.
Onward and Upward!
7 replies on “East Village!”
I’m glad my city is treating you well.
it’s my city too
does it make you wanna sing along with alecia keys and jay z? 🙂
Duncan,
Sweet picture of you and I’m guessing… Preston? You can see your affection for him. I’m glad that it looks like you had a good time at the party.
You said that after the operation, you will be in NYC full-time, so I guess that that means you’re going to sell the Malibu house after all? Or keep it so you can share it with friends and have a place to nest when the mood strikes you to hit the West coast again?
Susan commented after “Suddenly Inspirted…” that it sounded like you were letting Anthony go on a tear and have yet another rant. That’s what this, “This morning I had manhunt date number 2 with very sweet Brazilian man who said that I come off as the sort of bloke who has a very active sex life. HAHAHAHA. That’s FUNNY! I told him my miserable fuck count (12 people) and he was shocked. JB has probably had 12 fucks in one week. More.” sounds like. So JB is your role model now? Aspiring to use men like disposable sex toys to get that post-ejaculation high, to feed the psychological/emotional addiction while further unbalancing your brain chemistry as well is a way to solidify your sexual sobriety? All your talk about meaningless sex and wanting to be actually attempting a relationship before landing in bed — those were just empty words? Because if his drug-taking, man using lifestyle is NOT something to be held up for admiration and emulation… what the HELL, dude?
You excommunicated him from your life because of his behaviour. Ring the bell, close the book, and snuff out the candle, for heaven’s sake. Make him anathema. In your mind, your life and the blog. If he is/was your addiction, this nostalgia for your fantasy of him is feeding it. Whatever happened to your breakthrough that you needed to use the Steps to control your obsessive thoughts? That you were going to put “mind” where the word “alcohol” appeared, so you could use the guidelines of the Steps to free yourself? Stop indulging yourself and let it go. You need to focus on your health and this is NOT magnetizing positive, healthy energy. It’s pushing it away. STOP. PLEASE.
We’re in your corner. We want you to keep punching, Rocky. It’s painful to see you beat up on yourself and fight shadows.
Blessings,
Amanda
P.S. You bounced Robb, again? Damn, dude.
Amanda, I rarely read your posts because they are too long. And, you tend to advise me. I would prefer it if you just shared your own experience rather than use my blog as a hermit crab uses a shell. No more advice. No ore scolding. Just your own experience. You obviously do not understand the steps or the big book. As for Robb…I was not likeing the tone. Amanda I am increasingly tiring of your shrillness. I had to block you from twitter (100 messages a day) and from Skype (20-30 messages and voicemails etc a day) . Please don’t make me block you from here.
Duncan: Hadn’t seen this. WOW. I retweet on Twitter. A lot. As for @ messages, at my worst, it might have been 10/15. I left you 2 voicemails separated by several weeks on Skype. And as for texts, it was certainly not 20 or 30. Maybe 10 at my VERY worst. I didn’t expect that you would need to humiliate me simply for being over-concerned or for writing things you don’t like. An angry e-mail wasn’t enough? I replied to your message that per your request, I wouldn’t post another comment or reply to anyone else’s comments after “LAX”. It wasn’t necessary to bitch slap me with this.
Dear Duncan,
I just keep thinking about what you did to Amanda. She didn’t deserve it. The 100 tweets a day wasn’t true and she cared about you deeply. You could have been kind about it. She must have been heartbroken. I’m rather surprised no one else has has come to her defense. I understand you’re going through a terrible time , but still that was horrible of you.