A Most Eventful Week

It is amazing and sad at the same time, how much a little bit of male attention can do to one’s state of mind. Last week, I was immersed in my tax-paying drama, worried about my economic future and the fact that I must finalize my issues with J. This week? It is a different story. I am all happy and excited about going to this place up in Inwood that is thriving with handsome, well-built male clientele. Indeed. Did I mention they are mostly Dominican? I didn’t? Oh, well. But, unlike my latest experience with the Caribbean cultures, these men have good jobs. So, I don’t have to worry about issues on that front.

The only problem is that these men usually think they are the shite, and therefore expect women to be all over them. Not this woman, though. This woman wants the guy to be all over HER (meaning “ME”). See what I was talking about? Definitely, this is a very different outlook on life, compared to last week. Seriously.

Also, it just so happened that last Monday was my birthday. Actually, the reason I was up there in the first place was because I was celebrating it with my friends. At first, I got worried because I must admit the place is VERY far away from our usual hang-out spots (let’s just say it is right by the LAST stop on the A train, at the very top of Manhattan). I got a few calls from people cancelling because they thought it was a very complicated commute. I was about to switch places when a nice friend of mine said that it was my birthday, and if I wanted to celebrate it there, my real friends would go with me wherever I wanted. And they did. I invited 15 people. Only four did not show up. That’s a pretty good turn up, right?

So, in the words of Sally Field, people like me. They really, really like me. And that is the best birthday gift a girl could get. Good friends that go with you to the top of an island, just because you want to have dinner there. Or, friends that go to a Karaoke place to sing their lungs out with you, even though they HATE Karaoke, because it is your party. And this time I didn’t cry because I didn’t want to.

A great birthday gift indeed.