The Land of the Free...

Since I've started recapping my NY trip in such a random fashion, I thought it'd be good to write down the most important sightings I've encountered during my trip and get it out of the way.

No it's not the wedding, the wedding was an once in a life time EXPERIENCE and not just sightings. I decided to write this first before recapping the wedding because I do believe for single gals everywhere, this has to have happened before any future actual weddings would take place. Of course hopefully this will continue to happen (goodness willing) after the weddings.

What I want to talk about is the all the HOT guys I've seen in NY. Yes, ladies and germs, especialy the germs, we gals like to have our eye candies stroming down the streets all the time. It's not an exclusive club where only men like to see hot women walking around town. We love to see HOT/CUTE/SEXY (or all of the above) men strutting about their businesses on the busy streets of Manhattan (and really, everywhere if wish had made it so!) as well.

Yes, you might have noticed by now that most of the gals who flew 3000 miles, 20 hours flights, 3 time zones, several lay overs, with too many annoying fellow passengers and not enough alcohol, for the wedding are single. Most importantly, the wholesome trinity of me, Cat and my sister (oh wait... she's not single... damn it!).

Even when I cannot remember every little details that happened in NY, I do remember that hot guys were everywhere, anytime. Be it the guy in the business suit, the tees and the jeans, the protester in Times Sqaure (whom by the way looks like a model and probably is one), or the men in uniform. They roam freely on the streets of NY.

Like a hybrid between a Rugby player and an AFL player, they seem to have it all. With the muscles of the Rugby's and the pretty face and lean physique of an AFL's (don't worry, I do watch the games for the games, too), they truly were sights for sore eyes. It didnt' hurt that most of the guys we met/saw were all very charming and flirty, smart and intelligent looking (emphasis on the "looking" as most of them we never talked to), and most of all did not shy away from us 3 silly, hyper, giggling, and sometimes drunk (ok maybe more than just sometimes) gals.

Even the French guy we met on the train was exceptionally adorable. Despite my sister announcing she knows the word "croissant" and him teaching us the word "idioooot" (French for describing my sister as being a total idiot that the only French word she apparently knows is "croissant" and blurting it out for our entertainment), he was still such a dreamy encounter. Well, it didn't hurt either that upon asking him his purpose of the trip, he answered "I'mmm hhheree forrr luuove." (I think I just heard my heart stopped again...). That and also the fact we were high like smoke from a chimney after Stella's hens' night party at a drag queen club called "Lucky Cheng's" where Stella won us a huge ass bowl of suicidal cocktail at the catwalk contest right after we've already replaced our blood with alcohol.

But I'm not here to talk about the French. I'll do that when I actually go to France again. The most exhilarating experience happened on my second day in NY and the first day I hit town. Like the tourists that we were, 4 girls roamed the town on an open deck tour bus with our sunnies properly positioned. We got off at Greenwich Village around lunch time and decided to find a place where we can lunch outdoor. Yes we needed to smoke so outdoor seating was a must.

After walking around the charming streets of the Village, we set down at a lovely Mexican restaurant with ourdoor seating and two heart-stoppingly cute, straight waiters. Like an episode out of Sex and the City, us 4 were having a ball checking out the waiters, eating delicious food and drinking the perfect cocktails under clear blue sky, bleached white clouds and blindingly bright sun. The conversations, if anyone still cares, went on like any episodes of SATC, too.

Half way through lunch, a fire truck stopped right next to us. Immediately, we all went ga-ga over having NY's bravests so near us and the sighting of a super cute fireman. And guess what! HE ACTUALLY WAVED AND SMILED BACK AT US! With that he took care of what the sun couldn't do that day, melting us. If it weren't for the slightly cramped table, the arms and back of the chair, I (all 4 of us really) would have fallen off the chair in a NY second. We were giggling so hard we looked like we just came out of a psychiatric ward. While I was trying compose myself, he got off the truck and started putting on his helmut, still eyeing and smiling at us, I was never more grateful for my sunnies for blocking my deranged looking eyes. When they left, he was still smiling and waving at us, all of them did actually. It was a good day and already, our trip was off to a great start.

Over the next 3 weeks, it was an unbelievable journey of beautiful men and their flirty ways (except on weekends when they were replaced by tourists, I'm serious, it actually was easy to tell between the visitors and the true New Yorkers!). If the skanky female models own the streets of NY during Fashion Week, The HOT guys of NY rule the city everyday. I have never in my life experienced anything like what I had in NY. The men were all confident and proactive, never shying away from an eye contact, or starting a converstation. They were free in their flirtatious ways and spared no effort in making a lady feel good. Best of all, the ladies are free to respond in whatever way they want. It truly was a liberating experience.

Of course, there were also your usual jerks and smart asses, but in this free country, for 3 short weeks, I was freed. I was free to be who I am or whomever I want to be. Maybe it's the upside of being a tourist when you don't have to worry about the consequences, but in a city where prices are high, so are the prizes...