Sunday, November 20, 2005

Mr. B and how it will be

Today I went to church (Park Avenue United Methodist) and sang with the choir. It sounded amazing. Oh, good news! One of my professors has agreed to let me make up the work I owe him over the next few months. Then I'd be able to graduate in August. Now I just need to finish the assignments and get my Masters Fine Arts applications done and turned in! I'm stressed out and racing to get done all the myriad things I need to get done on the short and long terms. Wednesday, I plan to go to pub night with Madrid, and Thursday I'm going to spend Thanksgiving with Mr. B. and his family.

I have received requests for more details on the 20-hour date and Mr. B. in general. previously stated, he arrived at my place at seven and rubbed my back supportively as I talked to my parents. Accepting comforting platitudes isn't my strong suit, so it worked well for me that he took a more physical approach. After I found out my parents were okay, we left to get supper.

We drove over to Mill Korean at 113 and Broadway and had a fabulous (and affordable!) meal of Bulgogi Hot Stone Pot. Rice, veggies, beef and a raw egg arrive at your table in a sizzling hot bowl. You stir it up, and the bowl cooks the food. It is so delicious. After that we went to a bar called The Heights where we ran into a fellow Teaching Fellow named Deema. Sipping our drinks at the bar, he said "I liked you from the moment I saw you. Now I can't believe I'm with you." Wow. Later we went back to my place and made out. We tried to watch a movie, but ended up going to sleep.

In the morning we made out again. I skipped church and we made omelettes, then went for a walk to Central Park. That's when I took the picture above. (He's a little bit cuter in real life, though. He's one of those people who can't smile normally if there's a camera present.) We explored the Conservatory Gardens, then climbed up a rocky slope where we sat and talked and looked down at the city. We talked about things we did when we were younger (which for me included tap dancing), and he asked me to tap dance for him. I did the best I could in tennis shoes, and laughed that it reminded me of a scene in Garden State. He'd never seen it, so we went back to my apartment to watch it. After that, we went to the Itzocan Bistro, which serves French-Mexican fusion quisine, including a breathtaking 3 chile eggs Benedict. My mouth waters just thinking about it. While we ate, we talked and talked to the sounds of Buenos Hermanos Cubanos. He told me he's told his Italian Catholic Grandmother, Nanny, about me. "What did you say?" I asked. "I said, 'There's this girl I like. Her name's Erin.' She said, 'That sounds Irish. What's her last name?' 'Kiley.' 'Oh, that's definitely Irish.' Which she thought was a good thing." Ha, I thought, it probably gave her false hope that I was Catholic. After brunch, he drove home to Westchester.

I'm still grappling with what this means. Do I want Mr. B, or is it just that he's available?


janXjoplin said...

Wow, that's heavy.
That's sounds like a fun date! I'm glad Mr. B is being so nice. Although everytime I read your blog it's so reminiscent of Jane Austen with your Mr. B and her Mr. Darcy and such. CUTE!

Advice (not necessarily advocation): Astroglide.

Anonymous said...

Oh, yes, lube is our friend. Why Astroglide, specifically?

Also, the reason for the Mr. B thing is two-fold. First of all, it is a weak attempt to grant him annonymity. Second of all, it helps me remember not to call him by his first name at work. Jane Austen-related cuteness is just an added bonus.

janXjoplin said...

The long answer:
I will email you.
The short answer: