MoJo Recovered

After long await, I’m pleased to say that my dating mojo is back. To my friends who were lamenting its absence, claiming I was becoming a bit of a bore, I’m pleased to report, I’m back.

After a couple weeks of self-repair (ego stroking from low hanging fruit, developing gymrexia and mindless hookups) I finally have back my certain j’ne sais quoi. This weekend, I raised the dating bar to escape the low hanging fruit I’d been busying myself with, and found two completely suitable candidates.

Friday night, my roommate and I checked out Nurse Bettie’s. While we were there, I made eye contact with a tall man dressed in a dapper suit. After a couple flirting glances, Wall Street promptly came over and introduced himself. When his friends wanted to leave the bar, Wall Street asked to stay. We got along tremendously and after a couple cocktails we stepped outside for a cigarette. He used this moment away from the group to take my number and kiss me. Completely pleasant and quite funny, as his first words after the kiss were, “I don’t usually kiss beautiful girls outside bars.” So cheesy!

Saturday night, my young wingman invited me to a gallery event in Williamsburg. The promise of doing something other than “the ordinary” intrigued me, so Blondie and I headed over the bridge. There we meet a couple of his friends, including one who was drop dead look-a-like to Dane Cook. In true single girl fashion, I flirted with Dane Cook shamelessly. However, while my mojo is back, my skills are rusty, because when Dane Cook leaned over to kiss me I turned away. Quick to realize my mistake, I laughed off my faux-pas and asked him to try again.

My dating calendar is filling up. dinner with The Houseguest on Wednesday, followed by cocktails with Dane Cook on Thursday. And I’m sure I’ll be hearing from Wall Street, once the necessary 3 days from our meeting pass.