I begged Karen to go out with me last night since I'm kid free for the weekend.  She of course agreed, as my best friend she has an obligation to watch me get shit faced drunk and then take me home and hold my hair while I pray to the porcelain gods.
I managed to get a couple of numbers last night.  None of which I will be calling.  I'm not the type to act desperate and call a man and I'm surely not going to give  my number out to losers.  A city as big as New York and you'd think I'd manage to meet someone worth my time.  Oh sure, I've had my fair share of lovers but, over the last year it looks like the well is going dry.  The cute intern in by building if fun, yes, very fun.  But, he's 25.  Not exactly the mature, polished, well traveled type I'm going to invest a long term relationship with.  Maybe I'll try one of those dating websites, or not.
I think I'll just keep having fun quickies with my 25 year old and then I can go home at the end of the day, not worry about the hassles of a real relationship and use my extra energy doing what I do best shopping.
So, I'm off to conquer this Saturday.  First stop, Starbucks.  Second stop, Bloomingdales!!!!