Occasionally, magic happens in my city. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, it can be the most incredible feeling ever.

It wasn't the fact that he was tall, or good looking that caught my eye. It was his pristine attire. Business men in New York are mostly the same, but occasionally, one will stand out from the crowd. His polished leather shoes, pin striped suite, black vest, and lustrous white tie were enough to make me notice him immediately. I was standing behind him at the Starbucks line, catching glimpses of his smile as he casually flirted with the cashier.

I felt a tinge of jealousy as she smiled back and began talking about such frivolous topics as how strong she likes her coffee, perhaps alluding to something more sexual. The guy gave a slight chuckle and then turned around and asked me if he should go with the usual espresso, or try something adventurous like the bold Gazebo Blend special of the day.

"Be adventurous, you only live once right?" I smiled back, hoping that he wouldn't see right through me.

"I'll have the special of the day, and I'll pay for this young lady's order as well," he said, as he looked at my direction.

Maybe I was still delusional from staying up late the previous night, but I swear I was soaring as high as a kite that morning. I don't want to sound like I was gushing like a little girl... but in all honesty, I probably was.

A $3.50 Caramel Macchiato was enough to buy my company for a good 20 minutes that morning. I guess I am a cheap date after all. I probably couldn't tell you what we talked about during those 20 minutes, I think I was too busy checking out his eyes, and his nose, and his lips, and that slight but very noticeable bulge between his legs...

Before I left, he asked me for my number. I thought about giving it to him, but told him to give me his business card instead.

"I'll call you if I'm still interested after today," I smiled.

"Don't keep me wanting too long," he replied, as I walked out the front door.

It's cliche but I seriously never thought I'd meet someone off of Xanga.

As I write this, my heart is beating a little fast knowing that he'll read my entry...

Our first date happened after many hours of online messaging, emails, and phone calls. I really wasn't into this online dating thing, but something about him made me reconsider. I had already seen his picture, and heard his voice...all that was left was putting together the puzzle pieces and finally meeting him in person.

We met in front of Per Se, a quaint French Restaurant in the heart of Hell's Kitchen. He was shorter in person than what I had expected from pictures, but I was also wearing three inch heels that night. When we made eye contact, he walked over to me and gave me a light hug as if he wasn't quite sure how these meetings were suppose to begin...not that I knew any better.

And within about five minutes, I was laughing and giggling at his lame jokes as we conversed about life, our career, and everything in between for the rest of the night. I loved how he made me smile, how he told stories about his past that would truly touch me...and maybe it was the alcohol talking, but a part of me wanted to take him home and rip his clothes off. Fleeting thoughts of course...

After our date, he took me back to my apartment. I told him that he wasn't getting any tonight, but I felt bad and eventually gave him a small peck on the lips.

"That's all I get?" he sighed.
"Great things come to those who wait," I smirked.
"Oh, you're worth it..."
"Of course." (as I walked away)

This was two weeks ago, but I haven't had the chance to write about it until now since I've been away for work. We've had three more dates since then, each one better than the last. I am a little excited, a little hesitant, but hopeful that things will work out. So here's to you, Xanga boy, for lighting my fire and turning me on...and for being a patient little boy.

New York City winters are truly breathtaking. Watching the people march outside as the snow gently falls, the tall buildings creating a perfect framework as a blanket of white descends upon the denizens.

I love winter for so many reasons... the warmth I feel cuddled up in my bed, my satin sheets caressing my naked body, the orange glow of my light as a sea of white appears through my window. I love the layers of clothing that I put on in the morning: the pea coat, the boots, the gloves, the scarf... only to slowly take it off again when I get back, letting each piece of garment slide off my skin in a sensual strip-tease that leaves more to be desired.

I love the lights of the city, and the window displays, and the hustle and bustle of this mighty metropolis. There's so much movement and energy that I can't help but to believe that I am truly a part of something grand. And yet, it is also times like these that I feel the most alone.

I miss having a warm body next to mine. Someone to hold at night and wake up to in the morning. I'm used to being single. I like my space and independence... but the holiday season really makes me wish I had that special person to share all of life's wonders with.
 

I think everyone needs to know what NOT to do. You wouldn't believe the absurdness that we have to deal with on the job. Being a flight attendant, I get hit on about 9-10 times a day. I'm sorry, but my cockpit is off limits for most passengers, and frequent flyer miles are not accepted.

     

1. Pressing the call button multiple times will not make me your call girl.
Yes, it's really cool that when you press that little button above your head, a light flashes, and a sexy lady comes to your service. Do it too often, however, and I will spit in your coffee. Just kidding. But guys, please knock it off. Pushing that button will not remove any of my buttons, so stop wasting my time. 

 

2. If you need help unbuckling your seatbelt, you're a moron.
Guy: I need help unbuckling my seatbelt...
Me: *Click*, there you go
Guy: Wow, how did you do that!!! I could've sworn it was stuck.
Me: *Stabs his eyes out with my flight pin* (I wish)

Seriously, airplane seatbelts are designed so that any moron with half a brain could use it. If you can't figure it out, please don't talk to me. 

3. Asking about the mile high club and saying you're a VIP member.
Yes, yes, we've all heard of the Mile High Club. No, it's not actually as exciting or sexy as most people believe ...not that I would know *cough.* But anyway, please don't make any references to this 'elite' club, especially if it is my first time talking to you. I get it, I'm a flight attendant, and you want to stick your tray into my cart, but really, the idea of getting hot and dirty in a 5 x 6 space is not my idea of fun... not to mention it usually smells like crap.

 

4.  Staring at my ass as I walk by.
Please keep your hands to yourself and your eyes straight forward. I'm not eye candy or a piece of meat, and honestly, if you're going to stare, at least make it less obvious. I know every guy likes to sneak a peak, but I want to be respected on the job... disrespect me after hours only *wink*.

5. Not saying the magic word.
You'd be surprise how far a little courtesy and politeness goes. My personal pet peeve is when a guy says, "Give me a coke." Are you kidding me? Give ME? At least use the magic word and say "please" or "thank you", then I will probably return the favor with a smile on my face and a twinkle in my eye. Just remember, ask nicely and don't demand, and we will all get along.