It has been a week since I got back from my trip to Miami with ME and we're still talking, so I guess it went well. We had a few confrontations in Florida but overall I would say we got along and had a good time.
The only "fight" we had was Sunday morning. We were walking down Lincoln Ave looking for a place to get breakfast when ME turned to me and we had the following exchange:
ME: "Would you mind carrying my purse?"
NN: "Do you mean for a second?"
ME: "No, for a while, my arm hurts".
NN: "No".
Me thought I said "No", as in I wouldn't mind carrying it, and tried to hand it to me. But when she pushed her huge white purse towards me I just shook my head.
ME: "You really won't carry it for me?"
NN: "No. I'll hold it for a second for you if you need to do something that requires both hands, but I'm not going to carry your purse for you".
ME: "But my arm is sore from carrying it"
NN: "Then maybe you won't bring that huge thing along next time"
It's not like it would have been a hardship for me to carry the purse, but I had to say no on principle. ME stomped around for a while, somewhat angry at me, but she got over it by the time we were done eating.
On Monday morning ME walked out of the bathroom and said "I got my period this morning" then crawled back into bed. I was half-asleep and nodded, then dozed back off. We slept for a few more hours then woke up and started fooling around. After 15 minutes ME stopped and said "God, I wish I didn't have my period" and I said "No big deal, I'll just grab a towel out of the bathroom". ME was horrified and said we couldn't have sex because she was on her period. I asked why and ME said "Because, you just can't".
I think this is where ME's background and education conflict with one another. I'm sure she knows that technically you can have intercourse during menstruation, and that her problem was purely moral, but I couldn't help being curious. After a fifteen minute discussion ME did a 180 on her sex-during-menstruation stance, got a towel, laid it on the bed, and we had sex. However, she was a little embarrassed when we were done and there was some blood on the towel.
I would like to end with a story that has perplexed me all week. Men and women are so different in their thought process, and I think this is a great example:
On Saturday night we went to this party/fund raiser on a boat in Miami harbor. I got ready and was sitting on the bed waiting for ME. She walked out of the closet and said "Which shoe do you like better?". I looked down and she had on two nearly identical black high heeled shoes. I pointed to a shoe (I really had no preference) and she said "But my feet are going to kill me if I wear these, don't you like the other ones?" Clearly, the point of this exercise was for me to affirm her choice, but when I picked the other one she was in a real pickle. She marched into the closet and came out a minute later wearing the shoes she liked, but a different dress, and said "OK, let's go".
Monday, April 25, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
Going to Miami
Friday I leave for Miami with ME. The trip was originally organized so that we could meet up with ME's sister, who is visiting from Dubai, but the sister bailed at the last minute so now it's just the two of us heading to the beach for a few days. I'm hoping for a relaxing weekend of sand and frozen cocktails.
Last month ME told me that her sister was going to be in the States for work then was going to take three weeks off to visit friends here. The sister would be in San Francisco for a week, then was heading to Vegas for a few days, then Miami. At first we talked about going to San Fran to see her since neither of us have been there, but we could only go for 4 days, so it seemed like a lot of flying for that short of a trip. We dismissed Vegas because neither of us had a burning desire to go there, so Miami became the defacto rendezvous spot. We booked our flights two weeks ago and two days later the sister called ME and said she didn't want to go to Miami because she found out it's a 6-hour flight from California. ME was irate, and I can't say I blame her. I had heard a few stories about the sister, and this confirmed my initial suspicion that she's a flake.
I've been to Miami a few times and I have to say it's really not my favorite city in the world. Sure, the weather is great and the beaches are nice, but it can be really tacky. Every time I go to Miami for vacation I come home more stressed then when I left. It's fine for what it is, but it's just not my ideal vacation spot. I would have been much happier in Costa Rica, or Belize, or someplace more chill. I suppose the silver lining is that now it's just ME and I, and I don't have to deal with the high-maintenance sister.
With the sister out of the picture ME and I were free to stay where ever we wanted, so we booked one night at this cool private spa, and two nights at a small hotel right on South Beach.
After we booked our flights it occurred to me that I've never flown anywhere with a girlfriend before. I've taken trips with girls before, but they have all either been on the bike, by car, or the girl has met me someplace that I was at for work. I think my flights is about 2.5 hours, I wonder if that's enough time to join the Mile High Club?
Last month ME told me that her sister was going to be in the States for work then was going to take three weeks off to visit friends here. The sister would be in San Francisco for a week, then was heading to Vegas for a few days, then Miami. At first we talked about going to San Fran to see her since neither of us have been there, but we could only go for 4 days, so it seemed like a lot of flying for that short of a trip. We dismissed Vegas because neither of us had a burning desire to go there, so Miami became the defacto rendezvous spot. We booked our flights two weeks ago and two days later the sister called ME and said she didn't want to go to Miami because she found out it's a 6-hour flight from California. ME was irate, and I can't say I blame her. I had heard a few stories about the sister, and this confirmed my initial suspicion that she's a flake.
I've been to Miami a few times and I have to say it's really not my favorite city in the world. Sure, the weather is great and the beaches are nice, but it can be really tacky. Every time I go to Miami for vacation I come home more stressed then when I left. It's fine for what it is, but it's just not my ideal vacation spot. I would have been much happier in Costa Rica, or Belize, or someplace more chill. I suppose the silver lining is that now it's just ME and I, and I don't have to deal with the high-maintenance sister.
With the sister out of the picture ME and I were free to stay where ever we wanted, so we booked one night at this cool private spa, and two nights at a small hotel right on South Beach.
After we booked our flights it occurred to me that I've never flown anywhere with a girlfriend before. I've taken trips with girls before, but they have all either been on the bike, by car, or the girl has met me someplace that I was at for work. I think my flights is about 2.5 hours, I wonder if that's enough time to join the Mile High Club?
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
No Baby
It took an extra week but ME finally got her period. I was never really in doubt because we were very careful and always used condoms, but she is not on the pill so there isn't that extra safety net in case one gets by the condom.
Last fall my buddy Chuck had a baby and stayed home on "paternity leave", which is a crock of shit if you ask me, but nobody did. Anyway, after three days at home with a screaming poop machine Chuck lost his marbles. As a distraction he began looking at beach houses with the rationale that it would be a great place to spend the weekends with this kid. I figured the beach house concept would last about as long as paternity leave and told him that if he bought a house with a dock, I would buy the sailboat to go on it. Well, the beach house concept was not a fad, and two months later he closed on a cool house outside of Annapolis on the Bay with a dock. Being the consummate ball breaker that he is, Chuck held me to our "verbal agreement" and two weeks ago I bought a 30' Hunter sailboat. A few days later we sailed her from Baltimore to Chuck's house. More on the boat later.
On the dating front Bartender has basically been phased out, and things with ME are getting a little more serious. After a series of confusing events ME and I are going to Miami together next Friday for a long weekend. This story deserves its own post.
Last fall my buddy Chuck had a baby and stayed home on "paternity leave", which is a crock of shit if you ask me, but nobody did. Anyway, after three days at home with a screaming poop machine Chuck lost his marbles. As a distraction he began looking at beach houses with the rationale that it would be a great place to spend the weekends with this kid. I figured the beach house concept would last about as long as paternity leave and told him that if he bought a house with a dock, I would buy the sailboat to go on it. Well, the beach house concept was not a fad, and two months later he closed on a cool house outside of Annapolis on the Bay with a dock. Being the consummate ball breaker that he is, Chuck held me to our "verbal agreement" and two weeks ago I bought a 30' Hunter sailboat. A few days later we sailed her from Baltimore to Chuck's house. More on the boat later.
On the dating front Bartender has basically been phased out, and things with ME are getting a little more serious. After a series of confusing events ME and I are going to Miami together next Friday for a long weekend. This story deserves its own post.
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