I have no game

This is very apparent by the "1-800 Your Mom" written on the bottom of my bar tab receipt when the adorable NY bartender asked me to leave my number so we could get a drink later.

I'm not sure if it was the 6 vodka sodas or me thinking I was really funny, but 1-800 your mom is not my phone number, and now I feel bad.

I was extremely happy for my time in NYC as it was filled with arrogant, smart, good looking guys who were quite pleased with how I said "boat" and "about." I spilt the same drink in the same guy's lap, twice, and he didn't even care that much.

I heart NY. Their bars are open until 4.

But now I'm home and back to being totally clueless, over sharing on first dates and having guys say things like "You don't like being liked, do you?" Correct.

So I'm not awesome at the dating game, but you know what I am awesome at? Cooking breakfast.

French toast much? I love breakfast for dinner, but Wonder bread can suck it, I'm using croissants.

Recipe:

Halve croissants length wise.

In bowl beat 4 eggs, 1 cup half and half or milk and a mix of whatever spices you like: I personally love cardamom, cinnamon, nutmeg, vanilla and almond extract.

Dip croissants and put in hot frying pan with butter. Cook on medium heat until crispy.

I hate syrup so I use Nutella or berries! Yum!

As my cousin said, "I can never eat regular French toast again."

Correct.