That always makes me think of ads I used to hear on the radio for monster truck rallies. “sunday, SUNDAY, SUNDAY, two thousand tons of pure testosterone, at the monster truck rally at Nassau Colliseum!”

Sundays, especially sunny ones, present me with the age-old dilemma — lounge around all day, or take advantage of the sunshine. Thankfully, last night I took it easy — went and saw Ghostbusters in Central Park (which was tons of fun, by the way) –so I was able to do both.

I love getting the Sunday NYT delivered. Read all kinds of great stuff as I stretched out on the couch. Finally, around 1pm, I went for a bike ride up the West Side bike path — up to 125th street and back. Damn — it’s pathetic how little I’ve been biking this year. That’s what you get when you dated a bartender all summer.

And speaking of dating, I went on a date after my bike ride — the guy from Nerve who did Midnight Madness. Nice enough, but zero interest. I think I’m done with the blind/internet dating thing — I keep ending up meeting people and having no spark whatsoever. Time to let nature take its course. Of course nature keeps fucking me over and making me interested in unavailable men . . . apparently Mother Nature has been smoking too much crack in her spare time.

Damn.

That always makes me think of ads I used to hear on the radio for monster truck rallies. “sunday, SUNDAY, SUNDAY, two thousand tons of pure testosterone, at the monster truck rally at Nassau Colliseum!”

Sundays, especially sunny ones, present me with the age-old dilemma — lounge around all day, or take advantage of the sunshine. Thankfully, last night I took it easy — went and saw Ghostbusters in Central Park (which was tons of fun, by the way) –so I was able to do both.

I love getting the Sunday NYT delivered. Read all kinds of great stuff as I stretched out on the couch. Finally, around 1pm, I went for a bike ride up the West Side bike path — up to 125th street and back. Damn — it’s pathetic how little I’ve been biking this year. That’s what you get when you dated a bartender all summer.

And speaking of dating, I went on a date after my bike ride — the guy from Nerve who did Midnight Madness. Nice enough, but zero interest. I think I’m done with the blind/internet dating thing — I keep ending up meeting people and having no spark whatsoever. Time to let nature take its course. Of course nature keeps fucking me over and making me interested in unavailable men . . . apparently Mother Nature has been smoking too much crack in her spare time.

Damn.

Since the whole bartender fiasco, many of my friends and family members have offered their services to help me meet a great guy. Here’s an example of an email I sent to my friend Michael, who had asked me to send him a reminder with a description of what I was looking for:

This is your official reminder to make it your mission in life to find a guy for me who’s not a jackass.

Leora and I were instant messaging about this one day, and here’s the description we came up with, which I think is pretty on target:

Religion: doesn’t much matter, just not too religious either way – looks – edgy and cute – not any type specifically, just not preppy – personality – same – edgy and funny – must be sarcastic and also able to be warm – must “get it” and also not be intimidated by your friends – job: must have one with some plan for future – status: single and actually looking for a relationship – location: new york – -yes? is this right?
[16:37] Larenator S: yes. and must like food and music
[16:38] Larenator S: would be nice if he had creative side, but doesn’t have
to be creative for a living

I also think he should be close his friends and family, and 30 or older would be a plus.

Don’t think that’s too much to ask (or is it?).

Since the whole bartender fiasco, many of my friends and family members have offered their services to help me meet a great guy. Here’s an example of an email I sent to my friend Michael, who had asked me to send him a reminder with a description of what I was looking for:

This is your official reminder to make it your mission in life to find a guy for me who’s not a jackass.

Leora and I were instant messaging about this one day, and here’s the description we came up with, which I think is pretty on target:

Religion: doesn’t much matter, just not too religious either way – looks – edgy and cute – not any type specifically, just not preppy – personality – same – edgy and funny – must be sarcastic and also able to be warm – must “get it” and also not be intimidated by your friends – job: must have one with some plan for future – status: single and actually looking for a relationship – location: new york – -yes? is this right?
[16:37] Larenator S: yes. and must like food and music
[16:38] Larenator S: would be nice if he had creative side, but doesn’t have
to be creative for a living

I also think he should be close his friends and family, and 30 or older would be a plus.

Don’t think that’s too much to ask (or is it?).

This weekend was my second foray into the world of Midnight Madness. Team Charlie Brown, comprised of fellow Tufts a cappella freaks, (a few imported from Boston, even) slogged through about 12 hours of the game, which brought us through Chinatown, over the Manhattan bridge, and on into DUMBO in Brooklyn. We think we came in 6th or so. And we still all like each other! Wow.

Click here for more pictures.

The other piece of randomness stemming from MMVI is that I got a response on Nerve (which I just reactivated for the hell of it) from someone who participated. Haven’t I been saying that I’ve always wanted to date someone who would like Midnight Madness and OJ? Hmm. . .

This weekend was my second foray into the world of Midnight Madness. Team Charlie Brown, comprised of fellow Tufts a cappella freaks, (a few imported from Boston, even) slogged through about 12 hours of the game, which brought us through Chinatown, over the Manhattan bridge, and on into DUMBO in Brooklyn. We think we came in 6th or so. And we still all like each other! Wow.

Click here for more pictures.

The other piece of randomness stemming from MMVI is that I got a response on Nerve (which I just reactivated for the hell of it) from someone who participated. Haven’t I been saying that I’ve always wanted to date someone who would like Midnight Madness and OJ? Hmm. . .

So we broke up. Again. It’s amazing — I’m torn between hoping it sticks and calling him to go out for dinner tonight like we had planned originally. The range of emotions is terrifying, especially since they are so damn contradictory.

The other bartender is just as unavailable as the first — keep on movin’.

Tune in tomorrow . . .

So we broke up. Again. It’s amazing — I’m torn between hoping it sticks and calling him to go out for dinner tonight like we had planned originally. The range of emotions is terrifying, especially since they are so damn contradictory.

The other bartender is just as unavailable as the first — keep on movin’.

Tune in tomorrow . . .

How can you break up with someone who’s not even technically your boyfriend? Somehow we managed. But the definition of “breaking up” can be just as fuzzy as the definition of “dating” or “boyfriend.” If by “breaking up” you mean still going out a few times a week and still hooking up, then yes, we broke up.

Oy.

So — what’s the best way to take care of yourself after a “break up”? Get lots of sleep, go to the gym, and, of course, go out for drinks with your ex and ask out another bartender.

Nice one, Lar.

How can you break up with someone who’s not even technically your boyfriend? Somehow we managed. But the definition of “breaking up” can be just as fuzzy as the definition of “dating” or “boyfriend.” If by “breaking up” you mean still going out a few times a week and still hooking up, then yes, we broke up.

Oy.

So — what’s the best way to take care of yourself after a “break up”? Get lots of sleep, go to the gym, and, of course, go out for drinks with your ex and ask out another bartender.

Nice one, Lar.