How do I know that my life is not a rom-com?

21 Sep

If I was in a movie (or if I was someone without some unknown curse for devious deeds committed in past lives, I sometimes worry) I would have met my future husband this morning.

OK, so this AM I woke up a bit foggy, a bit late and realized I had a medical appointment at 8:30AM.  I ran around trying to put together something to wear, and remembered that I had an idea for an outfit.  I dragged the dress out of the closet, and put on some nice tights and zipped up my boots.  I was looking pretty cute, although still foggy and half-asleep!

Of course, I got to the medical appointment too late (15 minutes) and they could not take me.  So I made my way to my office, taking a route I normally would not take.  I got on the 6 train at 33rd street on the way to Bleecker and sat down thinking “dang, I missed my appointment. Oh well, at least I look cute and my hair looks surprisingly nice even though I fell asleep with my hair wet and did not brush it this AM.”

I was so chuffed by all this, that I was not even that annoyed by the whole missed appointment thing.  And THEN I noticed a very attractive man sitting right in front of me.  I kept sneaking quick glances at him, but it did not seem like I registered with him at all.  Even with my cute dress!  Hmmph!

“Maybe I am not so cute,” I thought.  THEN, I look up and caught sight of this other dude on the train who looked familiar.  It was a guy that I went out on a date with a few months ago (someone I actually liked enough to want to hang out with again, and did not have anything wrong with his teeth, AND seemed SSS (stable, sane, secure), AND I was pretty sure would call me again, but never did:(  boo! ).  He was just getting off at the Union Square stop.  I wondered if he had seen me.  I hoped he had and that he saw how cute I looked in the dress, and would then think “hey, there is that cute girl I went out with and did not call for a second date  I am a real idiot.  But here she is, with a fab dress and cute boots with tights.  Maybe she is still single and would like to hang out again??? ” and send me an email.

I look up and the cute guy in front of me is now glancing at me.  “Ha!,” I thought.  At least he noticed something about me (i.e. cute dress).

I get off at my stop and walk over to my office fully expecting to log on to my computer and finding an email from M*** (the guy from the date over the summer).


In a movie, that WOULD happen.
In a movie, the guy on the train would say “cute dress” and ask me out.
In a movie, one of those men would be my future husband.
In a movie, the dream that I had last night with some strange dude that I do not know but oddly enough, I now realize, resembles M***-from-the-summer, that was my new boyfriend (in the dream) would be some strange cosmic “sign” that I had finally met the one for me.

In reality – nothing.

I still think I look cute, though.  But I may be the only one who thinks that.  And I may be WRONG!

And in real life, straight guys do not give a shit about cute dresses paired with tights and boots all that much.


subway saboteur

15 Sep

Broadway/Lafayette in Manhattan.

NOTE: There is no orange S line that goes uptown.

We all have to get our kicks somewhere and somehow!


7 Sep

Today is the anniversary of my dad’s death – he passed away 11 years ago.  I cannot believe so much time has passed.  How quickly the years have gone by.  And yet, I remember the days/weeks/months when everything moved soooo  slowly, time seemed to be stuck in mud and every step was a huge effort.

I am sitting here at my desk.  It is almost time to go.  I had planned to go to the gym after work to take a few dance classes this evening. But all I want to do is go home and get into my pajamas and curl up on my couch.  It is rainy and cold out.  Last night I did not sleep well at all, thanks to a bout with seasonal allergies and a pesky mosquito in my bedroom!  And I have been in a cranky mood for days now (maybe even longer, if you ask around.)

Unfortunately this day will mark the loss of another loved one, an elder cousin from my mom’s side of the family. My mom was very close to him, and I was quite fond of him, too.  He was a huge help to both of us when my dad was sick.

So, I am going to go home and think about my Papi and my primo Pepe and dwell in the memories of  nicer and sunnier moments.

Irene, buenas noches.

31 Aug

Well, I have not posted for a while and lots has happened.  Since my sort-of-bleak postings about London, I have completed my 1st level exams for my doctoral program.  This is a HUGE milestone for me.  Going to school while working is no joke, people!  And I have been in school pretty much forever!!! (But in all honesty, I love learning new things, so I cannot complain.)

A few days after submitting the exam, I was dealing with Irene here in NYC.  Luckily, like the exam, it was not too bad.  I think the worst thing about it all was hearing poor Mayor Bloomberg’s pitiful, just pitiful, Spanish.  I do give him props for trying, but in all honesty – Spanish is a phonetic language, so anyone technically can speak it.  However, without the proper accent, it makes absolutely no sense.  As I read in an article yesterday, “In emergency situations…it would not be safe to listen to Bloomberg alone.”  Bloomie needs to try a wee bit more.  (Although as he mentions, he is 69, and I must say, homeboy looks good for his age!  Work it out Mayorador!)  See below.–viva-el-bloombito

Yup.  Listening to Bloomberg alone, when he is speaking in Spanish, can be bad for your health, mi gente!

We have been having a series of beautiful, crisp sunny days with blue skies here in NYC after the rains and wind.  But, something about this time of year always makes me a bit pensive, nostalgic and sad.  Maybe this particular year more than others.

I dedicate this song (one of my favorites by one of my favorite singers) to New Orleans, London, and NYC, as well as all those towns and cities recently affected by Irene.

The news from London

10 Aug

reminds me of the Ministry song, So What?


9 Aug

The news from London is heartbreaking.  I am so sad.

Snippets of a journey

3 Aug

What I left…

Looking forward


what I saw….

Life (Guard) Changes

Fellow travelers

London, Eye have my I on You!

these shoes are made for creeping

Fine Feathered Friends

Blue skies on the horizon

Thrown to the lions

Hitting the bottle

A well turned high-heel

and what was waiting for me when I got home…

Things are looking up!