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Bar Carrera, New York City, NY

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Mr. Chorizo

A few weeks ago, I had a pretty good/not bad date with one Mr. Chorizo at Bar Carrera. We played phone-tag for a bit, but last week, when I saw I had a voicemail from him, I just couldn't even bring myself to listen to it. I still have it in my inbox for posterity's sake, but I haven't pressed play (except to get that annoying red bubble off my iPhone).

There's really no reason why I haven't listened to it or called him back other than I can't seem to bring myself to do it. I feel awful about it, because I'm nothing if not polite, but something is holding me back. I really try to trust my gut feelings about people and situations.

Sidenote: Sometimes, I think I have psychic abilities. I can predict the ending of a novel after reading just the first chapter (I knew who was going to die in Book 6 of Harry Potter before I finished reading the first page); I am a very good judge of character; and I get feelings about things that tend to come true (the other Tuesday I said to my boss that I had a feeling the day was going to be a crazy one and, lo and behold, we had a couple of minor meltdowns and fire drills).

Sometimes these thoughts and feelings can't be put into words; but they're on the tip of my tongue, influencing my choices.

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Mr. Chorizo at Bar Carrera

Friday night, I had a great date with one Mr. Chorizo. We met at 6:30 at Bar Carrera and chatted until 11pm! I had such a headache from allergies, though, and was exhausted from the week. I really enjoyed talking with him and I was trying to stifle my yawns, but I really needed to go home and sleep.

He spilled some red wine on his shirt and freaked out. I Googled what to do since he was so upset. The best remedy: just bring it to the dry cleaners as soon as possible. Lo and behold, he texted me last night to say his "laundress was able to get the wine stain out" but that she, unfortunately, can't stop him from being clumsy.

Just think about the word "laundress" for a moment...

We were talking for so long, we even got down to some nitty gritty topics like how I'm a people pleaser and a doormat (occasionally). He was very adamant that if I took nothing else away from our date that night and if we never saw each other again, that I understand that's got to change. He had some other things to say on that topic that I can't remember since I was in such a strange state of mind. A couple of beers, a sinus headache, and exhaustion will do that to a girl.