riding lessons

I went to dinner with a friend to The Mark, a Jean Georges restaurant in the Mark Hotel, tonight. It was a pre-birthday slash catching up dinner. The food was amazing (I had Branzino with couscous, he had the famous burger), our waitress, Ms Velasguez (didn't catch her first name), was super sweet, and tonight was the first time I smiled in 3 days. My friend spent half the evening trying to knock some sense into me, yelling at me for not realizing I deserve better men. (The beginning half of the night was wasted on me telling him about The Boy). I've been told by my guy friends, girl friends, and husbands of my girlfriends that I deserve the world. So why is it that I haven't met one person that's offering said world to me? Hmmm? Regardless, whenever I talk to him I do feel better and I do slightly start to believe that settling is not an option.

I got home tonight, buzzed from the yummy Lychee Raspberry Bellinis, and I received a lovely email from my facebook husband on the other side of the world, also telling me to buck up and find a new (more deserving) horse to ride.

(My friend chose the restaurant because of the last line in the first paragraph of this snarky New York Times review. He said the sarcasm reminded him of me.)