Sep 20, 2011

My New York Diaries - Part 22

I'm in the process of writing my story of when I was living in NYC studying acting. There's a lot to my story and for many years it's been so private and special it was hard to even talk about. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times :) If you're just tuning in, I suggest you start at Part I for it to make sense. All links in order at the bottom of this blog entry. I promise it's a juicy read. These entries often include actual journal entries from that time in my life. I'm so grateful I documented so much! Once I finish here, I hope to expand into a book. I'm posting these frequently but they'll also be interspersed with real time blogs :) Thanks for reading & supporting!

*All names are changed

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November 8

"It happened. He's...mine?! I'm going to his place for Thanksgiving, I'm meeting his parents. It's been an unexpected and interesting turn of events. I went from thinking we weren't on the same page to being consumed by jealousy to...this. It's hard for me to say it, because I'm not used to it and I still have reservations, even though I'm floating. After Industry Night he asked me what I liked about him. And I realized I had so much to say. I said, "I like that you're patient with me. I like that you're honest and straightforward. There's a vulnerability in you that I don't think even you see. And a something else I can't quite put my finger on that I saw before I ever knew you." I also like the way we can be silly and weird and laugh and I bring out the kid in him that I don't think anyone else does."

I would be spending Thanksgiving with The Guy, his brother Sean, their dad, stepmom, Ty, and another male friend of of theirs from work. I couldn't believe I got my wish! But of course, there was a catch. The Guy made it clear that I would not be introduced as a girlfriend.

Whenever I thought I was almost there...bam. Talk about so close yet so far away.

He claimed it was because he liked to keep that kind of stuff private and didn't want them to know his business or ask him a bunch of questions. I was just happy to be going and I told him it was fine with me. I mean, of course I would have loved to be introduced as his girl, but I was more than willing to let this one slide in order to spend this holiday with him. Once again, I scoured the city to find the perfect outfit.

I would also need to bring the perfect salad. Asking me to bring any kind of food I was going to have to make myself was like asking me to speak Chinese. I called Jenny for help and she was right there to accompany me to the grocery store and get all the right ingredients for a delicious Greek salad. We made it the night before at my apartment where nobody was home. All the while drinking Zimas. Yes, Zimas.

The next day, I was to meet up with his parents since their hotel was just down the street and we'd all take a cab to Brooklyn. Hoping to save money, I decided to walk there. It was only a block or two away. I was feeling good in my heels, jeans, and new top. I could carry this huge salad bowl a couple of blocks okay, couldn't I? Turned out to be a few more avenues over than I'd thought. Avenues are much longer than streets. I was sweating by the time I got to the hotel and I was sure my up-do would be ruined, but it stayed in place, thank goodness.

His folks were nice and everyone was in good spirits. Food was cooking, we were drinking wine. I remember thinking their friend from work was a little weird and thought it was pretty funny when he passed out from too much wine and stayed asleep on the couch almost the entire time.

I'm a picky eater. I did have turkey and I'm sure a few other things. There were many more dishes there that night than I'd ever be able to eat, the boys being from New Orleans and all. There were things I'd never even heard of. But at that point I would have sat there no matter what was being served. I will say that at some point in our "relationship", The Guy introduced me to grits and I loved them.

Before we ate, The Guy said we all had to "give thanks for the Deena". Now that was magical.

I did feel a little like I was betraying Jenny and Oscar, but being the great friends they are, they understood. I loved that Thanksgiving.

Afterward we had more wine and played video games. We were laughing and silly that night. Things went so well.

So I don't know why on earth just a few nights later...I kissed another boy.

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Part 13 (with an extra shot)
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Part 18 (September 11th)
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