(i have covered this man's face with my face to protect the innocent). :)

Maybe it’s because Spring is coming, and the sun is staying out a bit later, or maybe because the cocktails I have been drinking lately are a bit stronger (seriously La Esquina makes a MEAN drink), but I feel a slightly floaty feeling in the air and me likey.

It’s been a week since I’ve met the Irish man and we have been like peanut butter and jelly, cheese on macaroni, chocolate and peanut butter (and by that I mean chillin’ together and edible). He’s a go with the flow type fellow and I’m a ‘what’s on the itinerary’ kind of lady. So it was nice to have a night that was slightly unplanned and up to interpretation.

What was a planned night of renting shoes and throwing heavy balls (e.g. bowling) became an impromptu triple date.

My roommate had gotten some good news from the Fashion world (she was told by a top Fashion house that she is a gifted designer) and we had to celebrate. Virginie is not the type of lady to wear rented shoes, she doesn’t even wear vintage, so plans changed and we decided to tell the Irish man to meet us at the “The Coffee Shop” in Union Square.

“I don’t want to go to a fookin’ coffeeshop.” Said the gorgeous Irish fella to me on the phone.

I assured him I don’t drink coffee after 11am, that this was a bar and restaurant. “Ay, good. I’ll see you there.” He said.

Virginie and I hopped into a cab, “Can we have music please?” Virginie always says this when we get into a cab. The cab driver obliged and with that we headed to “The Coffee Shop.”

Coffee Shop is always hopping, the hosts look like models, the bartenders pour a heavy handed drink, and everyone looks around to see who is coming in next.

The three of us were joined by two mutual friends out on their first date. From the looks of it (they were lip locked in the booth with us) the date had gone very well.

Virginie was then joined by a man she is chilling with, and the next thing you know, six of us where crammed into a four person booth, drinking whiskey and vodka cocktails, swapping stories (and some spit), over all have a smashing good time.

Some of the best things happen when unplanned. Oh to be a go with a flow type of gal!

I’m working on it.