Book Store to Booty Call

Dear Ms. Menhattan,

So I went on a date with this guy I met at a bookstore in Union Square. Since I met him at a bookstore I figured he had to be worth going on a date with. Meeting a guy that reads is so rare in the city. I had to jump on it! Anyway, we go out to this little restaurant on a Wednesday… This I though was weird, who plans a date in the middle of the week. Come to find out that he is a bartender on the weekends. He asked me to stop by his bar on Saturday night. After the night was over he asked me to go back to his place but I told I have a 5-date rule and I won’t go home with anyone until at least the fifth date.

Then Sunday rolled around and he didn’t call. But I figured he would call Monday, but he didn’t. Then Tuesday rolled around, then Wednesday and then Thursday. I gave up on waiting for him to call. New York City is like an ocean of men so I am not worried about this one guy; there are plenty other fish in this sea. But then Saturday night at around 8 I get a call from the bookstore guy saying come to a party in Soho. I decided to go, I had nothing better to do.

He asked me again to go back to his place. This time I said yes. And it was HOT! He was just so… so good. We texted the whole week and then next weekend I met him at his bar again and I let him take me home… again.

It went on like this for weeks. I never saw him unless it was dark outside and a weekend. Then I realized I was a BOOTY CALL. How could I let myself become a booty call!! But the sex is so great, how could I give this up. I can’t seem to decide If I should go by my morals or my sex drive.

Love or Lust

Happy Valentine’s Day!!

I hope you all have an amazing Valentine’s Day! Whether you’re going on a hot date, having a girl’s night or staying in cuddled up watching lifetime movies. Enjoy this day. Because this day is about love and if you don’t have someone else to love, love yourself.

Ms. Menhattan


Dear Ms. Menhattan,

So I go on a date with this guy and he seemed really nice. He made reservations at a this intimate restaurant and we sat there for hours! We never ran out of something to talk about. We had a lovely three course meal and he let me order whatever my little heart desired. Then the check rolled around and BOOM he asked me to pay half the bill! I was so appalled that I whipped out my 11th grade french with a whopping, EXCUSEZ-MOI?! I figured he would pay the bill, I mean he picked this expensive restaurant to begin with. What was I supposed to think!

I paid my half and got out of there as quick as I possibly could. But he keeps calling me and texting me. He’s such a great guy and I think I want to see him again. What am I going to do? Is it wrong to expect the guy to pay? I am completely lost on the rules of dating.

Dazed and confused