Quote of the day

"New Yorkers are always looking for 1 of 3 things: a job, an apartment, or a boyfriend" - Carrie Bradshaw

So what does it say about me if I'm looking for all three???

Hard Candy is Better Than Arm Candy

This weekend was sweet reminder for all us girls.
Blair and I were meeting the girls for a night on the town when I ran into
Tasti Delite to browse the candy section. I had given my kitchen a slight make over and I was looking for colorful treats to fill six mason jars that sat above my kitchen cabinets. The Tasti Delite in midtown east always has the best selection. I found extra large multi-colored gum balls, gummy bears, and jelly beans that would be bright additions to my jars. I stuffed the bags of candy in my purse and headed across the street to meet the girls. I walked into the restaurant just as three guys were circling my girlfriends.
This scene was all too familiar.
By the time I reached the girls, it was too late.
Men circling the girls like scorpions, watching and waiting for the right time to strike.

"Oh hi, how ya doin'? My names Matt, do you live in the city?"
Matt took his first stab at the conversation.
"Yup," one of the girls says with a half a glance. "Here with my girlfriends." And with that she was gone.

I watch four different men take the same plunge with girls in the group. None of them successful. The only time a guy actually got a name or maybe a phone number (if he was lucky) was completely unintentional:
Kate met a guy that she didn't want to talk to; she gives him Blairs number.
Caroline thought the guy was a friend of one of the girls, so she gave out her number.
And for me, I'm networking! The kid works for a great company, so I gave him my number.

We have learning in this fast city that all the guy wants is a girl to hang out with. A cute girl he can take to his work functions, parties, or weddings.
He wants Arm Candy.

Girls know this term all too well and often we are guilty of using it to our own advantage (example: Tom Petty concert tickets, JT concert tickets, VIP rooms...).
My girl friends and I may be guilty of giving out a few digits. But at the end of the night when we are all sitting laughing in my tiny living room eating jelly beans, one thing is for sure!

Hard candy beats being arm candy any day of the week!

Death by Juicy

My sister called me first thing this morning asking if I was ok.
She said she had a dream that I died last night. I asked her how I died thinking maybe it would help me avoid a premature death. She said I fell over dead shopping in Juicy! I knew my shopping would get the best of me sooner or later.

ps - She also said after I died, she bought a pair of sunglasses and a bracelet because she felt bad. Clearly the Latter girls deal with death differently than others.

City Art

My favorite wall in NYC! She is so beautiful. The city is about to demolish the building, so local artist have had fun leaving their colorful mark on this old happy wall.

Thinking out loud

Usually at lunch most of my co-workers and I sit in the conference room to eat lunch. We like to watch trash TV like "E! Celebrity Couples" on the 62 inch flat screen on our lunch break. Well today, JK (the head boss) was walking by and stopped in to say hi. After a while of small talk, he started to tell us how he had to give a speech the next day to university students and he is not excited about it. The speech was about sales and how to change the industry. He said it was an hour long class, so he was thinking about doing a 20 minute presentation then have Q&A and just see what happens. He said, "I'll just kind of feel them out at first then go from there. I can even tell them after my speech that I'm reading their body language and I'm just not feeling it." He said, "I don't really see this going anywhere and for the sake of saving my time and theirs, maybe we should just end it at that point."

Thinking out loud, I said "Man, that sounds like most of my dates."

The entire room stopped and looked and me. When I realized my thoughts had actually left my mouth in front of the VP of sales I froze. JK looked at me and said, "what do you mean?"
Still no one made a sound and I could feel my face burning red. But by now I was in too deep and I had to explain myself.

JK was sitting next to me so I turned and faced him to reenact how I would on a date.
I said, "Can't you just see me half way through the date saying, ya know...I've been feeling you out and reading your body language and I'm just not feeling it. I don't really see this going anywhere and for saving my time and yours maybe we should just end it at this point."

The entire table died laughing. When JK finished laughing he said, "now THAT I will use tomorrow."

Well Hello Mr. Fireman

This last August, the morning of my 25th birthday, I had just got out of the shower when my phone rang. It was Melissa Rouse (I have called her Rousey since we were sorority pledges, freshman year at Auburn). “Happy 25th birthday Micah” she sang over the phone. I had already decided I would be late to work. So, with my hair dripping wet, I wrapped myself in a towel and sat down to catch up with an old friend.

Rousey was mid sentence when I heard a knock at the door. Considering I was suppose to be at work, it was bizarre that someone would be knocking. I walked to the door, still in towel and squinted out the peephole. There before me was one of New York’s finest. A NYFD firefighter was impatiently waiting at the door. “Rousey, fireman at my door! I need to call you back” I said.

I had to think fast. I was in only a towel (a small towel). Did I have time to change? What if it was an emergency? Would they break down the door if I didn’t open it soon? This could be life or death and all I could do was stand frozen in my kitchen with wet hair and a towel.
I unlocked the door, “hello, may I help you.” He was much better looking up close. The peephole did him no justice.
“We had a small fire in the restaurant below you. Do you have access to the restaurant awning?" he asked.
I still stood frozen, holding my towel tight around me. “Yes my roommate,” is all I said, pointing to the other side of the apartment.
He sounded like a Clydesdale walking through my tiny apartment. His giant oxygen tank strapped to his back was swaying back and forth knocking things over. He quickly observed Blair’s room and window then was done.
“Thank you” he said as he turned to leave the room.
That was it! I was openly humiliated in front of NYFD for nothing! I had pictured myself being rescued; carried into the streets of New York by this brave firefighter. Yes, I would be standing in the middle of Park Avenue in only a towel, but I wouldn’t care because I was alive!
“Sorry for the inconvenience” he said. And with that, the fireman shut the door behind him. I’m sure I was the running joke of the firehouse that day, but I didn’t care. I had a great story. After all, how many people can say they were “half naked when their apartment almost burnt down”.

Who says New Yorkers aren't friendly?

A woman on the street gave me a hug today, and I hugged her back. Her bugged eyes and matted hair told me she was crazy and or homeless. But she was so excited to see me, I couldn’t resist.