Last night while bartending at the Brazen Head, I got in a conversation about the traditional Midnight Kiss on New Year’s Eve. I had to rack my brain to remember the last time I participated. Four years ago. I was dating the epitome of a guido and we spent New Year’s with his family. He gave me a very polite kiss on the lips when the ball dropped on tv. We had been dating for 6 months and he was the first guy I dated after I broke up with my boyfriend of three years. I knew that night it wasn’t going to work. I knew before that but he had a sick body and he called me every day. Those things were important to me at that point in my life. But he shaved his legs more often than I did and he drank protein shakes. I remember I found a fanny pack in his apartment once and I still didn’t call it off. Sometimes it’s fun to be in a relationship with someone you would normally make fun of.
Two years ago I kissed someone after midnight on New Year’s Eve but that was after I tripped and fell right in front of him on Smith Street at 3 am. I fell so hard my jeans ripped and I had skinned knees for two weeks. You really can’t go anywhere from there. Once someone sees you take a header like that it is really difficult to regain their respect. But he was kind enough to kiss me good night on my stoop, after he brushed some gravel from my chin.
Last year I bartended on NYE and I was trying not to like a NYPD detective I had been involved with for almost a year. I think I texted him something witty and he responded “thanks”. I wanted to take my text back. I spent the rest of the night trying to think of a cool but inviting response but came up with nothing. We hadn’t hooked up in 4 months. It was over but I had nothing going on. I decided it was best to be aloof. Then he would realize how he good he had it and things would really take off between us in 2009.
Well, it’s one year later and he has contacted me exactly twice.
After 3 am.
The sadder part is I responded. Not until the next day of course but still, I responded.
Kendra is a stand up comic living in Brooklyn where she owns a super comfortable bed. She spends most of her time wondering where the hell her sugar daddy is and hoping he didn’t settle.