I'm never eating a cupcake again.

Well, its over. Cupcake Kid and I are through. And do you want to know the worst part? I can't even look at cupcakes the same way again. Me? Goodie Two-Shoes with the sugar addiction? No more cupcakes!? Aaarrrgggggggh.

So I'm out with the girls right? And we're at a dope little spot called 11th Street Bar. We're sitting at a table across from the bar and everything is fine and fun and dandy. We're laughing and drinking wine and reminiscing and gossiping about boys. Then, out of nowhere, Cupcake Kid walks in. With. A. Girl. And this was not an innocent hey-I'm-just-hanging-out-with-a-really-good-friend-of-mine-who-also-happens-to-be-a-girl entrance. This was, hand on the small of the back, opening the door for her, entrance. Not. Cool.

I immediately inform my girls of the situation I have just found myself in and I'm pissed. Like, really pissed. I mean, hello? I started dating this kid because he practically begged me to, bribing me with delicious cupcakes and intoxicating dinners and here he is with this bimbo?

So I play it cool. Obvi.

He doesn't notice me at first. But as he's casually glancing around the bar, he sees me. And I'm pretty sure he peed a little. So he walks over. Can you believe it? He walks over to the table where I'm sitting with all of my girls. He's a brave little jerk. And he says, "Hey! How are you!? I was just about shoot you a text." HA. Nice try. I just stare at him. I don't even speak. Just a cold stare with a slight, knowing smile. My girls follow my lead. Imagine a table full of 5 incredibly intelligent and attractive women (what? It's not bragging if it's the truth), all glaring at you because you've just been caught. Yeah. It. Was. Awesome. With his tail between his legs, he returns to the bar to be questioned by the bimbo.

And of course, just as we're asking for the check, the waitress says, "Oh, that gentleman at the bar already picked up your tab." I assumed it was Cupcake Kid attempting to redeem himself, but she instead pointed to another boy... A handsome boy. The type of boy your voice quivers over. The type of boy who can make you forget about other boys... Hehe :-)

xoxo - G2S

And truth be told: I like dates.

Who knew!? This Goodie Two-Shoes is a date liker. I always thought I was more of a 'Hey, let's get a quick drink' or 'How about brunch?' or even 'Early movie?'. All in order to avoid the obvious dating scene that happens to be my life. Here is the reason: if we're not on a date, then we're not dating, which means that I'm a perfectly happy, perpetually single Middle Sister. So far, it has been a fool proof system and I have done very well for myself in this non-dating realm.

But Cupcake Kid... I am feeling Cupcake Kid. So, I say again... who knew!? Shall we cruise through the evening? Grab a drink Middle Sisters, lets cozy up and chat.

Dinner: we go to Counter (a hip East Village restaurant with a casual/chic vibe, perfect!) and just my luck, it is a BYOB. Yep, that's right. I love BYOB restaurants. So obviously I uncork a bottle of my Cabernet Sauvignon and he loves it. And right then... I knew it was going to be a good night.

Drinks: we follow up dinner with another bottle of Cab on my rooftop. It might not immediately sound romantic, but picture us alone on one of those perfect nights (a little warm with a whisp of cool wind) with the entire Manhattan skyline in front of us. I'm talking the Empire State Building, the Chrysler Building, the Woolworths Building. Everything! It is gorgeous.

Jazz at Blue Note: What is sexier than a jazz show at Blue Note? Now, I'm more of an indie/hip hop/classic rocker girl myself, but a little jazz never hurt anybody right? Eek! It was a perfect date. I gave Cupcake Kid a chance and look at me... I. Am. Dating... for now :-)

Yeah, that's right: cupcakes, whenever I want them! I mean, I always knew boys were easy to manipulate into submission, but c'mon, don't make it this easy for me. Play some games, intrigue me, maybe a little cat and mouse to whet my appetite, and give me a chase! If you show your hand this early, you will never have the power in the relationship. This is Relationship 101 my dudes, pay attention. Let me start from the beginning...

So, there's this boy (haha, isn't that how all of my posts start?) and his name is Cupcake Kid. He's a buyer for some menswear boutique in SoHo. I met him at a typically boring Upper East Side apartment overlooking the Manhattan skyline party. He's cute, in that indie-rocker, super hip, I-live-in-the-dopest-neighborhood-ever sort of way. He's always inviting me to more of these boring parties, I usually decline because eh, its not really my scene. Upper East Side parties are more of Drama Queen's thing (shout out to my homie though!).

Anyway, all of sudden he shows up at my door with the cutest box of cupcakes and a bouquet of Star Lillies (um, my fav flowers because they smell effing awesome).

Cupcake Kid says, "Goodie Two Shoes, I dig you. Go out with me tonight."

How could I refuse such an honest and direct proposal?

So, I said, "Bring me another box of cupcakes tomorrow and I'll consider."

Heheeeee... he did, so apparently I'm going on a date with Cupcake Kid Thursday night. If all goes well, cupcakes for all! I hear they pair perfectly with my Pinot Noir :-) Until next week my Sisters!

xoxo - G2S