Never would I realize

     That my greatest Dating fear, would turn into my greatest hope. The "Lobby" Lounge at the Mondorian Hotel in Columbus circle was the site of Tentative Meeting number one. Arriving early to scope out the place, I was flabbergasted by the opulence, that would even make Robin Bleach Scowl about the lifestyles of the Rich and famous. She arrived a couple minutes late and Greeted me in  Traditional Middle Eastern Persian Fashion, Kiss on both cheeks. We spoke Dating, and was greatly relieved that I was an upgrade from her last date,  but Probably not by much. I'm Not specifically Sure what the matter was wrong with him ,but according to her  he suffered from some sort of Syndrome. Early on I got the instant vibe, She was itching to leave, and She did a really good job playing the role of the courteous dater that did not want to be there.  I immediately obliged In Kenny Rogers, the Gambler style ;"folding  em" and walking  away. Really Wanting to try out the Bathroom, it was one of those  Sui Generis,  or in a class by itself, Bathrooms, but  much like the date Their was nothing. Our Conversation continued down the long 35 flight elevator ride down, Where we Departed in the same fashion as we met. No Church on Sunday............

Despite the Heat

       
                  Wave  forecast-ed this for the week, Their is Tentative Plans for Monday, Tuesday , and Wednesday with the Key word being tentative.Tentative is defined in the Miriam websters dictionary of dating as it's on, Not unless something Better comes up.....Difficult circumstances forced me to scratch the assignment at the Indian parade, that was marching down Madison Ave. Though I did attend as a civilian and must say that  I absolutely relish the Accent, and probably could have spent the whole day just speaking to randoms.....  Lebron  winning a Championship for Cleveland would be the Equivalent of Benjamin Netnayahou  preventing Iran from Getting Nukes to protect Israel. A final Thought on perhaps the most Deciding Issue of Our time. Bibi rightfully so,put  the Iran issue, front and center on the world Stage, he did everything and anything to plead his case to the International community. He was vilified across the world and more importantly at Home for not trusting Obama. It is after all former Mossad Chief Meir Dagan who boldly stated " If you can't trust the president of the United States, then whom can you trust". Much like Lebron, he was shorthanded and outmatched and took the Fight to the brink of victory, But at the end, He will suffer the same fate, and all everyone will remember is that Bibi allowed this to happen under his watch. The real losers here; the Jewish people.............102 Years ago today, The man who ordered the Strike on the Iraqi Reactor in Osirak Was born......... Who is Menachem Begin 

Fait Accompli

        The Israelis need to prepare for the day AFTER the Iranian deal gets ratified. Despite a valiant effort By PM Netanyahoo to torpedo the deal, He will suffer the same fate as he did back in 1984 when he ferociously worked behind the scenes to Sabotage the Jibril Accords and that  massive Prisoner Exchange. Bibi was able to "redeem" himself by letting over 1100 Terrorists many with blood on their hands to free Gilad Shalit in 2011. Checkmate for President Obama who turned this Debate Personal, and was able to Isolate the state of Israel and send  a nice and raucous F U to BiBi..... Predication a vote of no confidence will be passed in Israel, and Bibi will resign  .......Thanks to photographer to the Stars Uzi,for making this year's coverage of the Dominican parade a resounding success, Interviews will be posted on social media........Prior to the Summer, the plan was to make it out to Las Vegas, Florida, Israel and the  pilgrimage to the holy city of Deal, worked out pretty Well I made it to None, though the Jewish State maybe looking a lil better for the Early Fall..............

some kind and lovely.

comments about the woman i met up with Saturday night.....................................................................

         With nothing doing Saturday Night, Impulsively i suggested to a Late 30's Blonde that since neither of us has anything to do, why not do it together. applauding the idea, She suggested to meet at the 24 5th Ave bar. We hardly spoke and hell it would be just as if we met at the Bar. Hell would be a viable option after meeting this late 30's early 50's looking Blonde. She allegedly worked in the world of film and complained about working with people like  Marty ( Scorsese)  Johnny ( depp) and other people i Never heard of. She sounded a lot like an Ex who would frequently tell me how much she loathed $800 dinners. I also had to weigh in ( no pun intended) on her Feud with her 800 lb Sister, Thankfully she was married so no chance of me meeting her on tinder and hitting the daily double. Her contemptuous attitude, Coupled with her Foul mouth, and one or two sizes to small very  unflattering  Stained velour outfit she had on. made for perhaps the worst seventeen minutes one would want to go through in their lifetime...........

if The Girl

       That i went out with last week, Were to write a blog or be featured in this one,Perhaps you would have something interesting to read. Despite being some years past her prime, She Still had some gas in the Tank.  She a free spirited  Banking Executive, sharp, and cunning with an edge. Her energy was contagious, and no subject was off the table. Starting off at a midtown bar, We both gazed over at the SC Senator Lindsey Graham look alike Sitting next to us, name dropping his name to try to get confirmation.  She fascinated me with her Mile High club Story and other places where she did the deed. Her insatiable appetite for.....  continued to intensify the evening . She encouraged me to be more inconspicuous  when she mentioned that the leggy Buxom brunette sitting across from the fake Lindsey Graham was her type in woman. I simple couldn't stop looking and asked her how that stuff  happens. She opt for a really long walk down the East river, Where we sat and........... She was going to invite me up for a nightcap, but had company and was afraid they were going to show, Seemed believable like the  time a girl  told me her Brother needed  to pick up an Air conditioner from her at 1:00 in the morning.  Despite the good showing and  the Potential,  potential, It was none the less a One and Done...........

The Jewish Valentine

    Day Party also known as TU Be AV party,  brings out a pretty large crowd of singles at Boat Basin on the upper west side. Coaxed by a friend to go, I tried recruiting a couple of other friends with out success. As a consolation  prize i got to drive two of  her friends, who are not amongst my favorite. As the designated driver, I was forced into drinking Flat club Soda, Seemed right for the very Jewish Party. The Theme was white, and for Sweating purposes I wore dark's. It was overtly hot, Muggy, and loud and many in the crowd were acting , as if they were too cool to be there. I did run into some old friends and actually had a helpful conversation with the lone Shiksa who just happened to be there. Ready to leave and really needing to relieve myself the obnoxious friends via the law of contra positive, Were especially Douchy, and over twenty minutes late. Their conversation on the ride home was torturous, but i had my own issues to worry about though occasionally chimed in
 under my breath " stupid any time a guy is much younger than you, he's looking to get laid". Their were no accidents and by the grace of G0d  I made it with little time to spare. As it turns out All my friends were right. The Real ones for not attending and the obnoxious one's for finding a sucker to drive them. As for me Tu Be Av felt a lot more like  Tisha Be Av, but one who sees the cup not half empty or half full, but rather spillith over at least I made it..........

Their are 2600,

     Cans of Beer on the Wall  Shaped in an  American flag at the Dream Hotel Located on W.16th Street. Counting  and counting down to the tune of "99 bottles of beer " the cans of Beer on the Wall,  Was not an  Exactly an indication of how my date was going Monday night with a well proportioned  Early Thirties Manhattan brunette.  A Photo of her with Henry Kissinger caught my attention, of which i complimented her,  and fully expected to have an Historical conversation  on his role in the Paris peace accords or Mid east Diplomacy. The Beer cans on the wall were more of an interest to her. Despite living in the area She Strolled in several minutes late and was impressed with my choice of venues.  Letting my eyes wander ,It was not hard to notice her, adjusting her Conspicuous Top, revealing her ample assets Several times. A French Fry Diva, She would never eat a not crunchy fry, and when one of the fries fell down her shirt, I covered my eyes, Well Sorta, Ok I peeked. We never stalled, but really never took off either, it was kind of like driving  Thirty Five in a Fifty Five zone. Walking her partially home, We thanked each other for a fun night and were in agreement to go out again, before Exchanging our last goodbyes............