Jones In My Bones by Carmen San Diego

Ladies and Gentlemen, I am proud to announce a new addition to Dana's Bubble (socially as well as to danasbubble.blogspot.com). My new dating and traveling guru for your reading pleasure . . . Carmen San Diego. Please welcome her with your eyes and embrace her with your comments below. This will be the first of many experiences shared. 

Simply put,  I have become a serial dater. Not one who dates randomly just for free meals, however, one who has openly accepted  the fact that I want love and am willing to put myself out there in order to find it. As someone who recently opened herself back up to the idea of love,  I now completely believe that it really is simple, no formula's - no tricks. Just be open, oh and don't forget to make direct eye contact and smile. It's that simple. It won't solve all your men problems but,  it will at the very  least get you a date. You can thank me later for saving you from reading another Steve Harvey-esque book on how to get a man. Same goes for all the specials that basically say if you're black and a woman it's a wrap for you. Don't buy into the hype, don't focus on the statistics. There are tons of beautiful, educated, successful men in New York (yes you read that correctly). I can guarantee you won't find them if you keep going to dinner and drinks with 18 of your closest friends and all you talk about is how men "ain't ish". As I step down from my soapbox I will share this, adopting this new approach has afforded the opportunity to meet some great men like Mr. Adorable, Mr. Established, and Mr. Dimples .


I actually met Mr. Adorable while out on a date with Mr. Never Been on a Plane, let's call him Mr. Loser for short. I met up with Mr. Loser at my local hang out, appropriately called "The Spot". After repeated stupid questions like "Do you take a plane to get to Detroit?" I realized that this date was going nowhere, so I pretended to be tired and ready to go. As soon as Mr. Loser hit the door I turned around and made a beeline back to the bar where my girl and her two friends from college were sitting, one of which was Mr. Adorable. (Side note: it's called GAME ladies, get some; if the dating gods give you lemons, add some vodka and make a cocktails outta that ish). Mr. Adorable was charming, articulate and a consummate gentleman. He noticed Mr. Loser asked for separate checks so he offered to pay me back for my meal and paid for the rest of my drinks and waited up for me to text him that I made it home safely. This was a Friday evening; by Saturday afternoon Mr. Adorable called and invited me our for what he called a "real date" on Sunday.


Sunday arrived and Mr. Adorable refused to have us meet somewhere so he picked me up in a car service in front of my building; so very "Carrie and Mr. Big go to Brooklyn". We went bowling, which is something I had not done since I was 7. At 28 I found it way more entertaining as there is nothing like having a handsome man to help you correct your form. After bowling we went to the movies. Everywhere we walked he insisted on walking on the outside, that's good upbringing folks. A true gentleman never lets the lady walk closest to the streets. We then headed to dinner and drinks where we literally shut the place down. We talked about everything from politics, religion, and past relationships. Mr. Adorable is obsessed with his iPhone in the same unhealthy way that I cling to my beloved blackberry so he thought it would be a great idea to play one of the games on his phone. We settled on truth or dare, which I must say is probably thee best first date ice breaker game, ever. . . in fact I think they should market the game that way. We had so much fun that time escaped us and before we knew it, it was 2:00 a.m. (he picked me up at 6:00 p.m.). We hopped into a cab and headed back to the borough. On the ride back, the sky opened up and it began to pour. Perfect setting for what will forever be the perfect kiss in my book. He caressed my cheek, pulled me close and gave me the most soft, sexy kiss I've had in a long time.  I didn't come up for air until the cab pulled up in front of my building. When we arrived at my place he got out to open my door. As I made my way to the door, he pulled me closed and kissed me again . . . in the pouring rain, with no umbrella and I didn't care. . . .somebody cue Love Jones. Mr. Adorable was definitely trying to be "the blues in my left thigh and the funk in my right".

Is he the man of my dream? Maybe, but probably not. The reality is it doesn't matter. What does matter is that I made myself available, cut the games we sometimes play (if you play hard to get you will be exactly that. . . and some of the best ones will move on to the next), and remembered what dating used to be before I moved into the 25 and up box . . . fun. He made me feel like a teenager again (with better hair and far better shoes). Date #3 is this weekend, who knows? He may even get to third base :-) 

Someones love somewhere,


Carmen San Diego