Epiphany

I had an epiphany tonight. I guess you can call it the blogger version of a “come to Jesus moment.” I realized that I haven’t been fair to you. All this time I’ve been writing about my drunken thoughts and talking about my experiences at bars, but I’ve never really wrote about my personal life (save the one blog about my mentally unstable ex fiancé - who, by the way still owes me several hundred dollars and is currently looking for "Mr. Right" on Match.com...sometimes karma is good enough). It’s not fair to you because I haven’t been telling my the whole story, the stories about the women that I’m dating and in some cases, the end of my drunken evenings in the city (queue the porn music). Truth be told, I would love to find a girl that I click with…someone that I can date for a prolonged period of time. Someone that’s not psychotic, on meds, has a stable family history, and most of all, appreciates me for me. Keep that in mind as I take you through the dating life of this Drunk Guy in New York City.

I suppose I should start by laying the ground work. I am currently dating five women. That’s right, I have the ability to call up any of five women on any given night, go out with them and have a great time. That shouldn’t be a surprise, especially when I tell you about my theory on women and dating in New York City (coming soon). Most of all though, when I’m dating a woman, I automatically expect that she’s dating five other dudes. That’s just how things are in this city. For the most part, women get a free ride when it comes to food and drinks, just give the guy the flirty eyes, a little kiss here and there and an occasional hand job and they can get away with anything short of murder. I mean let’s be honest, women need the extra cash to spend on shoes and handbags to “attract” the guys that ask them out…like any guy in the history of the penis has noticed a female’s shoes or handbag, but that’s besides the point.

Actually, when I’m going out with a girl, I hope she’s dating other guys…seriously. I mean if I start actually like to her, I would hope that she has other guys to choose from. Call it being cocky, call it confidence, call it passive or maybe I’m just lazy, but if a girl doesn’t like me then fuck it because there’s plenty more where that came from.

What I’m trying to say is that I’m going to turn over a new leaf. When I go out on dates that are blog worthy or for that matter, bang a bar hoe, I’m going to tell you about it. You’ve earned it.

Just to prove that I’m serious about this, I’m going to give you my final “point” count from this summer. My Drunk Guy hook up points between Memorial Day and Labor Day this year was seven. Yes, yours truly finished the summer with seven points. Since my epiphany is not retroactive, I’ll let you figure out how they are distributed, but moving forward, you won’t have to guess.

After all, this is a blog about a single guy’s thoughts and experiences, while living life in the “city that never sleeps” (but when it does, it’s usually with a member of the opposite sex)...and thus should be treated accordingly.

Cheers,

NYCDG