Meeting Mr. Fabulous, part 2

So, let's backtrack once more… Jordan was ready to get the plane over to my side of the world, when reality struck. What if this guy was a psychopathic loser?! I mean, why else would a guy have to travel 3,500 miles to meet a girl? Especially if he is as eligible as the pictures and sweet emails would have me believe. There was only one thing for it. When you can’t be there to test the prospective yourself, the second best thing is to ask the gay best friends to do it for you. So, as a test of how Jordan was truly matching up, I sent him down to Arrojo Studio (Varrick @ King) to meet with Logan and Tim. An hour in the hands of Logan makes me feel like a principessa, I think an hour in the hands of both Logan and Tim made Jordan feel worse than if he had met my parents’ devil incarnate! I, on the other hand, had my mind put to rest. He was “fabulous!” (Thing is, four months later, Jordan and his metrosexual buddies had snagged my favourite hairdresser, natch!) There was only one thing for it. I had to get back to NYC and reclaim my turf. (Seeing the new boyf and the best pals was, of course, an added bonus.) It was also a chance to suss out what might one day become part of my new turf – Jordan’s apartment and his friends, not to mention his family. Oy! I guess it was only fair… After seven hours, five bloody marys and a jolly good nap, I landed at JFK ready to seize my moment by the horn. Instead, we headed over to Houston’s (Park Ave.) for the best burger I’d had in – like – forever, and an afternoon tipple with Tim. Oh! What a glorious couple of weeks we spent together, simply eating, drinking and being merry. The friends and family were fantastic but that was just the icing on the cake. It was heavenly, walking arm-in-arm down Park Avenue at dusk, heading home for takeout and beer. It was fantastic to get glammed up for nights out dancing on the town at Serinas (23rd Street at 8th Ave). It was super to make myself beautiful and head out for dinner à deux at Babbo (Waverly Place) with a fantastic man, my Mr. Fabulous. I surfed dreamily on cloud nine as the days progressed. Until one day, it was time to say goodbye. Or see you soon. One month later, and Jordan39 was on my home turf again. After spending a week in Aruba, he arrived on my doorstep bundled up but gorgeously tanned. He was here to celebrate my birthday. And dear reader, he bought me diamonds…