Look at you, Miss Carrie Bradshaw!

In the last year that I've been living in New York, I've had a lot of random experiences with men and dating: a few disastrous first dates, a few stage-5 clingers, and one meet-cute gone wrong. I feel like my stories are starting to rack up, and they basically amount to the quintessential Single Girl in the City experience.

One that I want to start sharing here.

Why? Well, so far, nothing has really worked out with any of these guys. BUT I do have a lot of pretty funny stories. One of my girlfriends in D.C., instead of asking how things are going, has literally started asking if I have any dating misadventure stories for her... So why not share with the internet masses as well?

While there will be several more complete stories to come (including the Tale of the Clinging Irishman), here's a little snapshot from last night:

On my way home at 2 a.m. last night, some random dude, maybe early 30s, literally chased me down from the the corner of my block about 30 feet... told me I'm pretty... got a little too close... and handed me a yellow rose just as I was getting to my door.

I mumbled, "Uhh thanks... Good night," and jammed my keys in the door as quick as I could.

He yelled through the glass, "I'm Sal! Ilivedownthestreet!" all in one breath and ran off.

Uh, what?

But I got a rose out of it. When I woke up this morning, my kitties had completely dismembered the rose where I threw it down on the kitchen table next to my purse. I wish I would have taken a picture, but I wanted to throw it away before they ate any more of it.

And THAT is the kind of thing that happens to me all the time. (OK, sometimes even more interesting things happen.) Get excited!