The Booty Call You Stick With.

       

        I am a native New Yorker. Unlike those so called rude Idaho migrant ‘New Yorker’ I was born and raised here. Contrary to popular beliefs perpetuated by people who move here and want to be one of us so bad; natives are not rude, we are very nice and helpful. We don’t go around screaming “Aye, Fuck You!” Though, if you fuck with us we will say that and more. I admit it… some of us is crazy. I live in the most diverse city in the world; of course there will be some interesting characters. We get fresh New Yorkers every day. African, Asian, European, Latin based. We natives are a mixture of races. A mixture of amazing personalities, shaped by the borough we rock with. Queens, Brooklyn, Bronx, Manhattan… and yeah, even Staten Island. Add Long Island to the mix and that’s a shit load of people.

                             So, why does dating in NYC sucks?

        Are you surprised? It shocks the shit out of me every time I decide to get me a man. Now, before you question me about where I go to find these men and how I look when I go hunting; I want you to know that growing up in New York I learned a few tips… fast.

             

              1.  Of course always look your best. Which is the fun part isn’t it? Get your hair done, paint your nails, and paint your face. Rock that outfit, strut in those heels (insert bitch resting face here).

             

              2.    Do not pick a man you meet at the club. An important lesson provided to me by my twenties. It always ended badly by like the next day. You wake up, probably hung over and realize they look very different in the light of day, and they act different too lacking the liquid courage that gave them confidence the night before, you realize they are now sober and riddled with insecurities so in short… assholes.

              3.     He might be gay. You never know until you know, so find out as much as you can as soon as you can.

              4.      He might be married, or have 5 kids. Children aren’t a problem for me… but baby mothers are. Find out as much as you can as soon as you can.

              5.     Musicians are crazy… fun but crazy.

       So that’s all I know for now. I’m sure my thirties will provide me with some new details to store away. I’m not sure if I’m looking forward to that, but really I don’t have a choice. I’m one of those women who need to get married. Are you surprised? I’m romantic. I use to read romance novels by the tons when I was a teenager… I also read Anne Rice. So my idea of romance and marriage is not at all traditional. But I do want to build with someone, procreate with someone, travel and grow old with someone. I think I deserve that. Don’t you?

        You may be wondering how does dating in diverse beautiful New York City sucks? Well first of all, a lot of people are in situational-ships. They are in situations that mimic a relationship but without the title and or responsibilities. The booty call you stick with for years. You can’t help who you love right. So while you’re stuck in that bullshit, the person you are dealing with is probably in a series of these situations. I don’t know about you, but I want to be the one and only… with a title.

      There are a lot of homosexuals in the city… a lot of them are my friends. I love them but I can’t date them. And this may sound… horrible, I’m not sure how politically correct I am, and I don’t care. But I don’t want to date a bi-sexual. They just love everybody! And one thing a man needs to know about me is; Your Athena is a Jealous Athena made in the image of her maker. I do not share.

       There are a lot of undercover ass holes in NYC. It makes dating here unbearable! I’d get into what makes one an ass hole, but I think it would be better to share that as we go along. I promise you we’ll meet plenty.

So there you have it and it’s not even all of it. But it will have to do, for now.