Bienvenidos a Miami

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I just arrived back in New York last week after having joined a few girlfriends for a long week end down in Miami (which actually turned out to be more like a week after delays due to snowstorms in NY on the day we were leaving!)

Having spent the majority of the winter months trying to survive the icy temperatures of NY (and with the only break being going back to Norway to even icier temperatures), it was not hard to decide whether to go or not…

Quick 2.5 hour flight later, I was in cab on my way to South Beach… I have been there briefly couple times before but doesn’t really count as have suppressed the memories for various reasons…

The following day we headed to the beach… having had no time to do any significant ‘beach-prep-work’, I felt that I blended in nicely with the white sand… I figured a few rounds with factor -2 Hawaiian Tropic coconut oil would sort me out in no time..

We were staying at the Gansevoort South.. if you know the one in New York, the south beach one is almost too cool for skool.. .

just for the record, Whilhelmina Model agency is based on the third floor, so I can tell you that I felt pretty peachy there I was capsized on a sun-lounger surrounded by a swarm of beautiful (mainly Brazilian) stick insects (with no name)…

Two of the girls had fiancés back home, one of us was 100% single, and the remaining one was in 20% single…we headed out to eat before ending up in Louis- which is the new place to be under the Gansevoort - cool place but the packed with majority of girls.. and more specifically bachelorette parties… we were literally blinded by zirconia-covered tiaras and implants in every shape and size imaginable…

My friend Mina met a couple guys who conveniently enough had a boat… so the next day he invited us girls to join him and some of his friends… as Mina loves glitter and glamour she naturally assumed the boat was of a yacht-like nature… I could tell she was picturing a white-clad deckboy pouring her a glass of champagne on the observation deck of a 80ft yacht whilst watching the sunset Miami-style…

So when we arranged to meet him at 3pm the next day, we had dressed up to the nines, all of us in silk-like dresses.. I was hesitant between ballerinas and heels but went with ballerinas.. (which later on I was so glad I did!)..

My friend had also gotten a great deal on a rental car, but only for first couple days, so by the time I arrived to Miami, she had downgraded to a Hyundai ….as the cool option was costing the equivalent of the GDP of a small country..

The valet brought up the car and our wonderful little bright red Hyundai ‘yalla car’ appeared among the black Range Rovers and gunmetal gray Maseratis parked outside the hotel…we all piled in and sped over to the guy’s house…well not before my friend had disappeared for awhile, then suddenly emerging with the business card of the bellboy and asking us ‘how much do bellboys really make as he said he bought his girlfriend the exact same David Yurman ring as mine..?’

We arrived at the guy’s house and when we all got out of the car, he looked slightly amused and asked if all Norwegians really dressed up to go ‘boating’…
We just laughed not quite knowing what he meant.. “the boat’s docked over by the marina so just go on ahead and we’ll meet you there’ he said as he went with our friend to park the car…

We sauntered over to the docks and peered around the corner… there were about 6 boats docked.. two rubber boats, couple of fishing boats.. and a wonderfully yellow-coloured motorboat with the word ‘Cobra’ scribbled across the side…
‘Maybe it’s not this dock’ my friend said voice trailing off as we realized there was no other marina..

Spending all my summers in south of Norway I practically grew up by sea and that was certainly not wearing sequins and heels! So there we were dressed like we were off to a swanky cocktail soiree but instead having to remove our heels to embark on the 15ft speedboat…. embarrassing doesn’t even begin to describe the feeling when seeing the amused looks from his friends..

As for the rest of the weekend, it was a whirlwind of mohito-fuelled few days and we met so many people.. including couple of ‘Canadian Bachelors’ .. when I arrived back to New York last week, the next day I received an email from one of the Canadians saying they were coming to visit in NY the next day… reason being they had too much fun with the Norwegians…I guess what happens in Miami doesn’t necessarily stay in Miami..

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Manhattanites on the move

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Finding a decent apartment in this city can be quite a mission.. like what neighbourhood, uptown or downtown for Manhattanites.. which I admit I am… never considered leaving the island regardless of how much of a ‘better deal’ I can get in Staten Island!

After having lived on the UES for almost a year now by myself in a charmingly rustic one bedroom nestled on the top floor of a 4th floor walkup brownstone.. I was starting to crave the convenience of a more luxurious living situation.. although living on the top floor has been a great work out regime for my thighs.. I was starting to reaching a point where I was bored with having to constantly lug my laundry and suitcases up and down the stairs.. and face it, for a downtown social bird like me, living on the upper east is like living in Canada…. the neighbourhood is so residential with families and strollers everywhere, I almost feel like I should be wearing a white button-up shirt on Sundays rather than be stumbling home at 5am covered in sequins en route back from the meatpacking…

To top it all off, when I discovered last week that I had an uninvited furry creature appearing to be cohabitating with me in my apartment.. yes a mouse (gross!), it was the final straw.. enough of the rustic living no matter how charming it is…

With the housing market having plummeted in recent months, now is really the best time to move.. two other Norwegian girlfriends of mine have also been on the lookout for change so we decided to move in together…and get a fabulous three bedroom in a luxury building whilst knocking down our current over-priced rent…

After trailing the pages of craigslist for the past few weeks and seeing some seriously miserable places… one was so nasty that my friend walked in, took one look and turned on her heel and marched out declaring ‘I refuse to live here’.. at that point I looked at our broker and told him ‘ I think we need to have another conversation…’

However we did experience a glimmer of hope last week when my friends went to see an amazing place in midtown… before I even got a chance to think, we had all submitted the application … I decided I had to see the place for myself, so I arranged with our broker Doron to meet him after work the next day…

I arrived last night at the building (and yes the building was very cool).. and there was Doron…a dark (very Israeli-looking) skinny guy in his late twenties with a big wool beanie hat concealing his Bluetooth ear device …
As pushed my way through the glass swing door… he looks at the doorman and goes ‘ see I told you I was waiting for a beautiful blonde!’ in his very distinctive accent.. I quicly discovered he was certainly a very entertaining and not to mention a rather cheesy character..
We went to the apartment and it was just as I was expecting.. great place, brand-new and high end with a fabulous view.. so the conversation veered from apartment chat towards where are best places to go out, the meatpacking, cool clubs…
As we went downstairs, he looked at me in a serious way and goes ‘I need to ask you a question. What is it Norway puts in their water?’.. I go ‘um not sure what you mean’… ‘ ‘Because how can there be so many beautiful blonde girls there’ he trailed on…Fromage doesn’t even begin to cut it. I told him ‘you just get us the place and the three blondes will take you out for a drink”….He seemed to be content with that
So am now waiting to hear back from him today whether we get the place or not, so fingers crossed….
xoxo

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Will you be my Valentine?

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It is that day of the year again… the day some single girls either mysteriously ‘disappear’ for the day as they cannot take the pressure (and in some cases, under the recommendation of their therapist, up their daily prozac dose to better cope with it all) …
whereas other singles meet up with other single girlfriends all dressed in red just to flaunt their single fabulousness..

At work it has been the talk of the week.. what to buy as a present for your loved one or if you have just started going out with someone new, should you get them something at all? Couple massages and dinners seemed to be hot ideas this year.. although my colleague, who is currently on the Nutrisystem 30day diet program, was very concerned about the going to dinner part.. i mean, could she bring her little can of 160cal bean soup to the restaurant?

To be honest, I was relieved that this year the big day fell on a Saturday.. which means you escape the 10-hour torture day at the office when you see big bouquets of red roses popping up on the desks surrounding you.. it becomes like almost a competition.. if you are still sitting at a flower-less desk at 6pm, it is almost as if you are almost branded a loser..

This realisation can be tough for many.. although you do have cases where in order to keep up ‘appearances’ some girls get a surprise delivery from an ‘unknown admirer’ .. where this sometimes translates to them being the sender… (yes it is a tough world we live in today)

My status this year was ‘recently-started-going out-with-someone’ stage..I had a few weeks back ‘ended’ a budding relationship that kicked off at end of 2008.. the reason was that I had experienced a major epiphany as soon as my Continental flight took off from the JFK runway.. admittedly i had experienced some doubts all along, but seriously what had i been thinking!! The guy, let’s call him Michael, was as sweet and nice as can be.. although borderline doormat in some cases, but also a bit too old for my liking.. even with the age difference being same as Katie Holmes/Tom Cruise.. i could maybe have over-looked it, but face it, he was nowhere near being Tom…

The realisation was so impactful that when I came back it was already so over in my head.. of course, this was not case for the poor guy who was more than ready to pick up from where we left off back in 2008…
After a couple of failed attempts to have ‘the-it’s-not-you-it’s-me-chat-but-really-it’s-you-chat’.. mainly due to either bumping into mutual friends or some cocktail event popping up at crunchtime.. I decided to just do the ‘let-it-fizzle-approach’… by the way, just a word of advice for anyone contemplating a breakup that way… in NY that strategy really proved to be the least effective method as guys here just elegantly choose to ignore it and bulldoze on…

In the meantime, I had met someone, Mehdi, with whom there was an instant attraction and and started seeing him… a non-american from the mediterranean regions, who in addition to working was studying for an executive degree.. this combination provided the perfect balance for taking things slow while letting you keep your freedom…

As I had only been seeing this new person recently, two weeks before V-day, one of my best girlfriends from London said she would be in NY for work and do if I didn’t have a hot date lined up for V-day she would fly over earlier so we could go out that night.. as the new guy had not mentioned anything about plans for that day, i told her I was totally up for it…

So about a week before the big day.. Michael suggests he wants to cook me a special home-cooked meal in his apartment despite my severe decrease in responsivenss to his calls and messages and always being too busy to meet for last 6 weeks.. . don’t get me wrong, it was a very sweet offer, but quite surprising considering the ‘cold front’ he had been witnessing from me . . looks like i need to resort back t oPlan A and have ‘the chat’…

Around the same time I tell Mehdi I have friend coming and we are going out for V-day.. he goes all quiet and says he had planned a special surprise night for us that evening.. i said i was sorry and that we just wanted to out us girls, but maybe we could meet up for drink or something..
The day rolls around and by evening i tell Mehdi that it is probably best we just have the v-day celebrations another night as for me the day is not really a big deal and he claimed it was not for him either (which after his reaction i found hard to believe)..

He then get’s very upset and I am witnessing a major case of ruffled feathers… how could i choose to go ut to a club on this day and not be with him.. I have ruined all his surprise plans etc… the following day he refuses to speak to me all day until he finally calls me that evening saying he was so disappointed in me, doesn’t know what to think anymore.. and that he just got back from the store where he was returning the gift he had bought me.. ouch i thought to myself..

So what could I do other than apologise profusely for my insensitivity and that i genuinely didn’t think he thought v-day was such a big deal.. i mean what is it with guys sometimes… they blame girls for always having to make a big deal out of these things then when tables turn, they end up being the ones getting all miffy.. after exensive ego-massaging, there seems to be no way around it….
I cave in to the cheesy-ness of the day and tell him that I have booked a ‘couples massage’ followed by romantic dinner next wk end to make up for it.. it is only then that I seem to be forgiven… seems like guys become just like girls on this particular day…

xoxo

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Bridezilla.com

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I might as well have celebrated the start to the new year with the sound of church bells… because that it what it feels like will be the continuous never-ending sound I will be hearing for at least the rest of the year…

There was never really any talk about weddings and getting married before, but towards the end of last year, I started to get a continuous flow of texts from friends all over the place…. from the discreet ones going…. “In Rome, with a ring on my finger and very happy”… to the slightly more relieved -  “He did it- finally!!” - and to the very extreme -  “Oh my god, oh my god, he proposed, I’m engaged,  I’m having wedding in 6 months and you’re a bridesmaid! Do you like the colour peach? Start losing weight!!!!”

In the office, we are a team of three girls- the 2 blondes Nicoletta- the Italian living in Brooklyn and myself - and a brunette - Shoshanna from France …

After about a year of dating this guy, Nicoletta’s boyfriend proposes over a salad bowl one night making dinner… (and yes, the picture of them and the salad bowl is posted on their official wedding website!) ….the next day she emerges into the office (left hand stretched out first when exiting the elevator)….with a beautiful cushion-cut diamond ring on her finger…

Giovanna (the PA) hears the news through grapevine and comes storming over to assess the 4 most critical components – cut, colour, clarity, and of course most important.. carat…

After a second (in which time I was tempted to ask her when exactly it was that she got her gemologist degree), she nods approvingly and goes ‘That’s a really nice ring”.

If I ever get engaged, I really think I will be bringing her with me to the jewelers as a consultant…

Actually, here in the US, the cost of the ring is so important (recession or no recession-there is no excuse to scrimp on this part!), that I was informed by another experienced girlfriend that the cost of the ring can be calculated by simple algebraic equation…

Boyfriend’s monthly salary x 3 ..

One guy told me, a girl he was dating actually asked him if that was gross or net….I guess for some it’s better to be baccarat clear before you say ‘I do’

So back to the office, the  monthly issue of “Cosmopolitan” on Nicoletta’s desk is replaced by editions of  ‘Modern Bride’, ‘New York Bride”, and also just plain vanilla “Brides”… the wedding is set to happen later this year in August in Italy and the general conversation starts veering towards dresses and location, priests and hors d’oeuvres…

A couple of months later, a new girl joins our team. Missy moved over from Virginia to NY with her fiancé doctor boyfriend…. they are the perfect all-american couple and have been together since college and got engaged last year… they are coincidentally having their wedding the week after Nicoletta’s in September this year..…

it’s almost like two brides colliding in the night!

In addition to her job at the office, Missy is having an additional full-time job dealing with her future in-laws… there have been days when I come into work in the mornings to find Missy red-faced and in utter distress on a 8am conference call… not with the client, but with her fiancé and his parents….from previous experience, I assume they have probably have tried to add more people to the wedding list again ….as the in-laws are firmly sticking to the tradition that the “brides parents pay for the wedding”…

They went through a tumultuous patch back when they were deciding the wedding location…

Result: she got the location but is now also attending evening Catholic conversion classes at church every Wednesday for a year so they can have a Catholic wedding….

Now with both weddings 6 months away, there is no time to waste…most things have been already organized . like the band, florist, invitation colour schemes, honeymoon, the question of do you fly coach or 1^st class has been addressed, etc…

I walk into the office last week and they are all hovered over Missy’s desk.. when I ask what’s happening, she shoves a magnet-like object into my hand and goes.. ‘Look at this! Have you ever seen anything as tacky… Like who wants to put this on their fridge!! These people just have no class whatsoever”… I am peering down at a “Save-the-Date” magenta pink magnet with a picture of a girl and a boy dressed like a bride and groom… ‘certainly points for originality i was thinking to myself’ ….it belongs to Missy’s fiance’s sister who is also getting married.. and Missy only just recently found out, is getting married merely a week before them (but that’s a whole separate story!)

Then there is of course the dress, this seems to be the most critical part…after all, you are the center of attention for that one day so you better look good even if it involves not eating for three months before the big day… (bridezilla dieting-whole other discussion)

The pros and cons of silk and taffeta, ivory or off-white… and not to mention shoes.. Nicoletta has been drooling over the Christian Louboutins… the red sole really do add a certain ‘je ne sais quoi’ (or whatever the equivalent is in Italian), but can you dye ivory crepe after the big day or does that not turn out so well?

One of many questions I now have the answer to .. you can’t!!

I was at a dinner party the other night and there was of course (unavoidable these days it seems) someone who had just gotten engaged and was planning her wedding…when the bride-to-be couldn’t remember the name of the dress she had just ordered….I mean it cost only $8k when shipped to Jersey (no sales tax) so easy to forget.…. I found myself being able to recite the name of the entire Pronovias 2008 collection … that’s when I realized how involved I had actually become…

An Instant Message pops up on my screen yesterday…“Can you come over right now- it’s urgent!!”.. oh dear I thought to myself, I must have screwed up on the payment we did the night before.. as I sauntered nervously over to her desk…Nicoletta points a pale pink manicured finger to her screen and goes ”Now be honest, what do you really think of this tea cup?”

xoxo

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Coyote Ugly

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I have been encountering so many random ‘guy episodes’ these past few weeks and this is just one of them….

A few months back, I was out with some girlfriends at this wonderfully ‘Coyote Ugly’-style bar in the meatpacking called Hogs’n'Heffers… if you have seen the movie Coyote Ugly, you’ll have a pretty accurate idea of what the place is like.. there are about 200 bras hanging behind the bar.. and the bar tenders (young, relatively attractive females) wearing low rise jeans, cowboy boots and bikini tops.. they hop onto the bar every 15 mins and do some sort of line-dance whilst knocking back tequila shots and pouring it onto the bar.. then proceeding to set it on fire.. so as you can imagine, it’s a pretty happening place

I ended up there one night by pure fluke.. i went straight from the office to meet some friends for drinks and to make a long story short ended up there… my friends were in a bit more of a boisterous mood than i was that night and they soon found themselves on the bar singing karaoke..

I kept myself in background until my friend leaned down and whispered something into the ears of the two huge ‘truck-driver’ resembing guys sitting at the bar.. seconds later I see them come towards me and each of them grab my arm and hoist me up onto the bar…. it was pointless to struggle against as i realised the battle would be lost… there was no getting out of it.. so there i was, standing between the two bartenders who were spraying tequila fire, and me in my black corporate suit pants and pale pink Ralph Lauren cable knit sweater trying to keep up with Shania Twain’s ‘Man I Feel Like a Woman’

I finally managed to escape and headed outside for cheeky cigarette and got chatting to this guy called Louis… i guess he seemed sweet etc so I must have given him my number at the time… after quite a few failed attempts to meet.. so much time (as in months) had passed and I had forgotten all about it…

So out the the blue the other day I get a text from him asking what’s up and if I remembered him and would I want to meet… as New York has a habit of being random, I decided to be upfront for a change (instead of just ignoring)….and told him I didn’t mean to be presumptuous but that i was already seeing someone so it wouldn’t be good idea..

His response? Well this is what you have to love about NY.. certain people’s determination to succeed… he texts back saying “No problem, I understand..actually I am in the same boat too.. so does that mean that we can’t meet? Would be nice to see you”
My response (to test him) - ‘ So i presume you want to meet up as friends in that case?”
His response- ‘I guess… but we don’t have to decide that yet, can we not just see how things go?:)”

It’s like.. ok if you are in the same boat too, then why are you poaching other people for dates when you are already seeing someone.. anyway, just an example of such a clicheed situation… but either way I am not exactly planning on hanging around to find out!

xoxo

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No bonus = hello botox

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One morning I woke up and and trudged to the bathroom, I switched on the light and peered into the mirror.. to my horror, the face looking back at me was not a pretty sight… after months of work “am-I-going-to-be-fired-or-not” stress (in addition to also the occasional party week end) had seriously started to take it’s toll and these unfamiliar (not to mention unwelcome) red little blemishes had started to appear… and they appeared to be inviting more from where they came from… quel horreur!

I immediately went to work online to locate emergency help, and as in America everything solely depends on your insurance coverage, I looked for all the available dermatologists under my insurance plan based on the upper east side..
I randomly chose one located close to my house and figured if she is based on Park Avenue she must be ok… so I arrived at her office yesterday morning.. my face was exposed in all it’s glory, no make up, no ID Bare Minerals foundation, just 100% me au naturel (and might I add, I have had better days)..

As I opened the front door, my jaw fell to the floor… I could not believe it… out of all the dermatology practices in Manhattan, and seriously, NY is mecca for dermatologists… I had managed to pick the practice that was founded (and run) by this creepy guy I had been out with few months back…

To backtrack, I had been at this cancer charity gala event by invitation through a friend few months earlier and met (actually met quite a few I might add) pioneering individuals in the medical field, one of who was pioneer in field on dermatology, let;s call him Charles Sutton. He had a practice called Suttondermatology… with 6 other MDs.. and he was often to be seen on America’s Next Top Model, giving advice on NBC news, and holding countless lectures at top universities on how women can stay beautiful … and let me not forget, he also developed the latest anti-aging face cream for was it Clinique’s or Clarins or one of those brands alongside being the company’s chief beauty spokesman.. so an interesting character indeed…

I didn’t talk to him for long but few days after the gala his secretary called me on his behalf to invite me to join him for a dinner event one night with a bunch of people .. as I am always facinated by interesting people, I went along… to make a short story even shorter.. he was a very sleazy character and I would be naive to think he wanted only friendship…..anything else would be completely out of the question as I for one thing could not stop staring at the ‘crop plantation’ he had growing on his head (ironically his speciality!)… plus he was way older than what I remembered although when people have so much botox it is sometimes easy to get fooled after couple drinks…

So back to my appointment, this was his practice. I was still in disbelief and slowly covered my head with my giant Canada Goose fur hood and hoisted my scarf around my face… the receptionist looked at me quizically as I said, through my cashmere scarf, that I had an appointment at 9am with Dr Shulman..

Of course, again America and it being the land of lawsuits, she gave me a 15 page ‘new patient’ document which I had to sign at least 20 times to the fact that they would not be liable for any damage etc etc.. while doing this, I peered around the high tech reception nervously as a) I really did not want to see him and b) I was certainly not looking like my usual peachy self with no make up and in addition to the reason why I was there in the first place! Luckily all I saw was the very camp decorator setting up this weeks orchid arrangement on the reception desk and couple of other women popping in for their weekly botox shot (some with faces similarly all wrapped up like me…I wonder why…)

I was quickly escorted into another room by the assistant doctor who, while she was asking me about my medical history, I was trying to pinpoint her age… I noted that she did not have one single wrinkle and only when she said she had a daughter at university could I narrow her age down..

She gave me a sympathetic look and when she saw my profession she exclaimed ‘oh you work in finance, that explains it… before the men would come for botox, but now in the last few months everyone is so stressed out they are all breaking out and we have had increase in new patients coming to get their skin fixed in addition to the botox for the stress lines”….

I thought to myself, well at least there is a reason… ‘but don’t you worry, we’ll sort you out .. Dr. Schulman is very good and the best in her field.. did you know she is also the consultant doctor for the miss teen universe beauty pageant”… wow i thought to myself, only in America do you by chance end up in this kind of environment… I just hope my insurance really covers this as the bill won’t be a pretty sight i thought thinking nervously of the $50 I had left in my account before payday tomorrow…

Fifteen minutes later Dr Schulman popped in, she was a striking woman in her late 40s and took one peek and me and after a few shots and couple prescriptions later, I was free to leave… “see you in a month and darling, if you need anything at all in the meantime, just pop by and we’ll sort you out”…

I was mostly focused on getting out of there before bumping into Charles so I pulled up my giant fur hoody and scuttled out the door.. as I was leaving I could see 5 men sitiing in the waiting area… judging by their wrapped-up look and the fact that all of them were anxiously tapping away on their blackberries…they were clearly all straight from wall street…

xoxo

3 comments to “No bonus = hello botox”

1. kim Says:
   January 30th, 2009 at 2:55 am

   Soo…. Are you pleased? Can you rec this?

2. Kjersti Says:
   January 30th, 2009 at 5:00 pm

   Oh, dear - that’s almost worst than your big crush coming in to the hair dresser while you were getting new high lights in the 90s with you hair pulled through that swim hat.

3. The Wall Street Gossip Girl Says:
   February 9th, 2009 at 8:06 pm

   I didn’t do the botox but the stuff she recommended seems to be working which is great! Going back next week so will keep u posted…

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How to lose a guy in a mouse-click

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It is not hard to understand why some of the women you meet in Manhattan are intense, ferocious and mean business when it comes to their hunt for finding a husband.

My friend Giovanna from the office works as a p.a. for a senior exec- a pretty girl is in her late twenties, second generation Italian and has one goal in life.. no nothing career-related, but to find a husband (preferably one who is pure bred Italian, but after several failed attempts, anyone who simply just speaks Italian is also considered), start having kids and get that white pickett fence set up asap.

Having had a recent rough ending to a 4.5 year relationship, she was more determined than ever to find the ‘one’. During a long wk end break in Milan with a friend, she meets a guy who works at their hotel and they get together…

Within one day of returning to NY, her Facebook status is updated with a click to ‘In a Relationship’, simultaneously her previous sexy profile pic is removed and replaced with a picture of him and her in a passionate embrace… also the pronoun ‘I’ is replaced by ‘we’ … as in ‘we’ are taking it slow, ‘we’ are trying to make it work, etc.

They communicate a milion times a day by phone calls, texts, skype, blackberry messenger and whatever other communication tools out there unknown to me… she arrives at my apartment one day in distress.. he hasn’t returned her call and it’s been 5 whole minutes.. no text, no call.. niet, nada, zilch.. her teacup yorkie terrier (who i know also sensed her desperation) and I watched her pacing back and forth in my living room practically in tears.. i tell her to chill out… relax… it’s 3am in Milan and the poor guy is probably sleeping… just let it be and am sure you will hear from him tomorrow.. it was like speaking to a someone with Alzheimer…

On the subway the next day i asked if she contacted him again.. she replied ‘yes ..but i only called him twice and I just left one vm this time..’ He is meant to come to NY to visit the following month, but she can’t wait so a week later she pops on another flight and crosses the pond to go see him again.. when she gets back, all is peachy they had another great wk end and they are planning the future together.. the intense million-times-a-day communication continues… she starts nagging him about his smoking habits…and questioning his fidelity and devotion to her if he doesn’t say those ‘three little words’ at least once a day…

She then gets news he is having visa issues so his trip over to NY is delayed indefinitely.. at this point the entire office is kept up-to-date on the ‘affair’ and when people ask when they are meeting again.. she replies coyly ‘i will let him come to me this time’.. keep in mind this is only week 3 of meeting.

The Italiano becomes bit more distant with the whole communication.. and you know the saying ” distance makes heart grow fonder”.. well in the case of some american women, they become so fond that all plans of ‘waiting’ and playing mysterious goes out the window. Two days later she books another flight and decides to surprise visit him. At this point, she almost has a Gold frequent flyer membership with American Airlines.

Last monday at work I get a phone call from Giovanna who had just landed at JFK in hysterics.. between the sobbing and the gasps for air… she said that he had dumped her. She couldn’t understand why…she said she had become very emotonal and started crying in front of him and he couldn’t take it anymore and said it ws too much for him and sent her on her merry way.

When the tears had dried, the fiery Italian side emerged and she bombarded him with abusive texts and phone calls in Italian (as apparantely the English language isn’t descriptive enough)..
After no response, she logs onto FB and with one click changes her status back to Single… then with another click changes her profile pic back to her previous bikini pic, and with one last swift click re-instates her match.com profile. Back to the hunt again - no time to waste…

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