restaurants

On Thursday I took that girl Rachel to a little eatery called Lou Mitchell's Restaurant. The place is really average but the atmosphere is great and so are the staff that work there. I frequent the place at least once a week. You might be wondering why me the fancy pancy lawyer with all the money and power is eating at such a small hole in the wall type of place? Well first off I used to go there all the time with my father when I was younger. Secondly it is a good place to take a girl to see if she is a gold digger. I can usually tell right as we pull up in front of the place whether or not the girl approves or not of the joint. I have had women say "We are eating here?" and I have replied no and drove away to another better restaurant then once we are seated I will say I am going to the bathroom and then never come back and just leave them sitting there hanging, alone, uncomfortable, wondering what is going on. I usually get either an angry or a confused phone message or email the next day and I usually just never respond. I think that it is a shame that so many women are brought up to leech off of men. Just because they see that I make money, they think that I am a dummy and I want to just shower them with gifts and generosity. This couldn't be farther from the truth. This place is my restaurant test. So anyways Rachel passed the test because when we pulled up out front she said oh this place looks cool I have never been here before. This shows me that she is open minded and also won't easily jump to conclusions and inaccurate assumptions. It was only 6pm so the place was just slowly starting to fill up from everyone getting off of work etc. We had some coffee and ordered dinner and we talked about a lot of different stuff. It was a weird dynamic though because I did not feel a lot of sexual chemistry between us, it was more like just two friends talking getting to know each other. I am not sure why there was this lack of chemistry but it was there. Maybe because she was just shy and didn't want to let on that she liked me, or maybe it was because I was kind of in a bad mood before the date and didn't really want to even go so I was all poo paa about the whole thing. Maybe it was because I'm not sure if I want a real relationship so I was holding back. After we finished eating we went for a walk in a nearby park and watched some dogs play with each other. It was pretty cold though so eventually we got back in the car and I drove her home. We exchanged a brief kiss out front of her place but nothing special. I am kind of confused about this girl and I am not sure if I want to see her again. I think I have some stuff I need to work out.

So after my date with Rachel I let some time pass and then I eventually called her. She was wondering why I had taken so long to call her and that her girlfriends were telling her that I was some kind of player because I was following these so called player rules where the guy will wait X number of days before calling the girl in an attempt to play some kind of control. Ok so they were right? What was I going to say? I decided to lie and tell her that my grandmother had passed away on Sunday and my Mom and Dad were both devastated and because of course they are divorced and don't live together I had to spend double the amount of time consoling both of them traveling to both of their houses. I told her I just wasn't in the right mindset to call her and that I was jet lagged and barely slept most of the week. She bought it all of course. So because our date was so dry in the chemistry department I felt that it was important for me to ask her some touch questions about how she felt towards me. It was time for me to qualify her or disqualify her as I prefer to look at it. I asked her if she thought I was attractive... there was a big pause so I reworded it to do you think I am handsome? She said yes I was cute. Cute? Why is this girl holding back? I told her I thought she was really attractive and that I was had to restrain myself from coming on strong to her and asked her how she felt about that. She just giggled and then I knew things were good. I got off the phone with her but not before securing another date with her for this coming Thursday night. Yeah that's right, she is not worth spending my weekend time with.

So what DID I do last weekend you ask? I'm sure you all can't wait to hear what kind of exotic women I spent my time with and what foreign perfume scents I basked in this weekend... muahhahahhaa. Her name was Farina and she was Persian. I started talking to her last Wednesday and arranged to meet her on Saturday night at this lounge I like called Funky Buddha Lounge. I had only seen a picture of her face online and the picture was kind of shitty. I never even talked to her on the phone before I met her. I got there before her and was waiting in a chill booth not ready for what to expect. I usually make it a practice to see a picture of the girls from head to toe. I don't want any fatties. No one likes fatties. So I am all chilled there buzzing and noticed I got a text message from my bro Nathan so I was replying to his text, looking down at my Blackberry when all of a sudden she is standing in front of the table. I nearly jizzed in my pants... Olive colored skin, dark pointy eyebrows, big natural tits, and curving thighs and ass - one of the hottest women I have ever seen in my life. I got up and she kissed me on the cheek. We sat down and the waiter appeared. What followed next was quite lawl. I was so dumbfounded by her beauty that I couldn't think straight and I just said "Beer, whatever you have on tap" wtf bbq sauce was that - is this a movie? Who does that? So of course she says well we have blah blah blah and blah - I don't really drink beer too much so I was like well which one tastes like Stella? She said none of them so I like well do you have Stella in a bottle and she was like of course so I was like ok I will have a vodka 7up. He was like ooooooooooo kay buddy. She laughed and I think she thought it was a joke but I never actually meant to do any of it on purpose. So we talked a bit about our work and about our favorite things, likes and dislikes, no one asked any awkward questions about past relationships, we kept things light. We talked about movies and about family and she said she had a really big family and that they all lived locally. Finally the food came and we ate it... I was pretty hungry at that point. After dinner we had coffee and cake and that was fun. She said she wouldn't mind hitting up a club or something and well I would like nothing more than to see this fine creature move her ass on the dance floor. So we went over to a place called Enclave Night Club and had some more drinks and danced a bit. By around midnight she was kinda buzzed and was giving me the fuck me eyes and I was like w00t. So we GTFO that place and I took her back to my place and I banged the living shit out of her all night long. I can't really get into more detail than that right now. I have to go deal with some oxtail that is cooking on the stove. It is time to get the rice going. Peace!

On Friday I took out that girl Maria I was talking about. I picked her up at her condo to take her out for dinner and on the way to the restaurant she was ranting and raving about my car. I drive a E55 Benz... if you aren't familiar with this car, just google it. So we arrived at Alhambra Palace Restaurant on W. Randolph St. The place is basically Middle Eastern and Mediterranean food with lots of Moroccan dishes. It is not my typical kind of place. I personally prefer to eat at French and Italian places or sushi.

She really liked the place and was commenting on how it reminded her of Spain. I was happy to be able to give her a nice experience. My only worry with this girl was that she seemed TOO impressed with everything and I was feeling like I was on a reality show like the bachelor etc where the girl gets so wrapped up in all the luxury settings that they get a false sense of what is going on. I am really used to eating in expensive restaurants etc so for me it was like whatever. I think I need to be more careful with the girls I choose because she seemed a bit naive and immature.

The food WAS quite good, I had some kind of simple chicken dish with green peppers and some sauce with some rice etc although just typing this makes me think of what it's like to eat really good risotto and the next date I go on, we are definitely going somewhere that makes great risotto. She told me a lot about her country and how different it was from Chicago. She said she had a really big extended family and that she missed them a lot. I am always very cautious about girls that go on and on about hanging out with their family.

She said she was a big fan of The Smiths and Morrissey and I nearly fell out of my seat. I have never met a girl that likes Moz so I was like wow this girl is cool. She said her favorite song was "That Joke Isn't Funny Anymore" and I told her that my favorite song was "Jack the Ripper" (it's kind of rare, download it) She also said she loves to watch Survivor on tv which I like too. There WAS something about this girl that was rubbing me the wrong way though. Perhaps it was her crooked smile or perhaps it was this lurking suspicion I had that she might have a kid or some other crazy thing from her past.

I wasn't sure how serious I wanted to get with her. When we were leaving the restaurant she grabbed my hand and I was like oooooooo kkkkkkkk I guess she is really into me. However I wasn't sure if she liked me or if she liked the "idea" of me and my flashing car and clothes. As I was driving her home I was thinking... hmm I could easily bang this chick... should I? Or could this girl become a stage 3 clinger (Wedding Crashers reference lol) I kept looking at her curvy hips and was like hmmm ok.

I just drove straight to my place and she was like oh. I was like yeah. She was like I see. We went upstairs and I poured a few drinks for us. After about 15 minutes of being in my pad we started to kiss and after a nice long passionate kiss, she slowly slithered down to her knees and started to unbuckle my belt.

It was a good night