
Fantastic training day again: two 6 mile sessions with
focus @ 90% - and one flirting session with focus @
100% with a woman in my building - everything went well yesterday - only one catch - it's just flirting, I am not going to break the
NYC same building rule twice! you don't "date" where you live, it's high risk and kind of taboo. That's where I live on the left,
Lenox Terrace, nearly 300 apartments. In a
NY Times article it was said, “
The thought of dating someone who lives in the same building is enough to send some singles not down the hall but screaming into the streets. It's so radical not even the women on ''Sex and the City'' have tried it. Because if the relationship ends badly, that will be the end of privacy in the building. There is no town smaller, or more gossip-ridden, than a New York high-rise. Love, apartment-building style, comes with its own anxieties: running into a love interest when you are with someone else, bumping into a potential date in the laundry room before you've had coffee or brushed your teeth, encountering someone attractive when you've just run out in a dirty T-shirt to pick up the paper. And there is that moment of horror when you realize that the person you are kissing actually lives across the h
all -- and, no matter what happens, you are bound to see him or her again”.
Yup - that's how it
works ya'll - been there, done that. With a past same building lover - the elevator, the lobby, and at the mail boxes often the tension can be cut with a knife if some is upset....It’s amazing how people can one day be enamored & in love, then at a point later have one-way or two-way disgust - and yes in my building there is a woman that hates me – she lives one floor above me. Flashback - several years ago - I think my first dating once single again – lets call this woman "Miss Antebellum".
Miss
Antebellum is the world’s leading authority on Toni Morrison,
Ph.D,
brilliant in he

r field (Editor for a major book publisher). We went to a festive Brazilian samba club – dinner and dancing, etc. We small talked in the building for months - flirting, etc. - did not know each other really away from the building – her first question to me?
“So Lance, what is your impression of the portrayal of the Black woman of the Antebellum South”?
My first thought was, “is this a trick question”, "she does not date much", "it looks like her real hair, wonder when she lets it down". So I played a hard flirt card and said, “the only woman I’m thinking about in this moment is you”.
Now this was a true answer – just incomplete – as I was thinking about how long its been since she had any sex – perhaps not since the antebellum period (with an opening question on a Saturday night at a Samba club like that). Well later that night Miss Antebellum let her hair down alright - I was Frederick Douglas, she Harriet Tubman and we took it underground and did a little bit of railroading of our own – being the free
negroes we are. The next day @
1pm in the afternoon – I am working on my computer and she
IM'ed me (instant
messengered me) –
to tell me I left my runner's watch at her place – I replied in
IM “okay
– I’ll get it whenever, at the moment I am right in the middle of something" – and did not give it much thought and continued to work.
3-4 hours later I got a 4 page email (incredibly well written by the way - just lacking a fair foundation) from her wherein she construed that since I did not want to come to her apartment and get my watch right away – I must not have enjoyed the sex, on and on, and just like a Toni

Morrison novel - epic themes unraveled from Miss Antebellum and nothing Beloved.
She extrapolated so much from what I considered to be so little, I had just left her place at 8am - it was only 5 pm or so - women - you gottta give a guy atleast
10 - 12 hours before the obligatory return "oh that was wonderful call" from the guy that comes with introductory sex - no? so I stop my work & go to her apartment – see this emotional outpouring and explained to her I was just in the middle of work, focused and nothing more – what did I get in response, I basically
opened Pandora's Box of "stuff", learned she was a love child, never knew her father, 2
nd guy she's ever made love to, on and on and way more than I
bargained for. This friendship immediately went South as Miss
Antebellum revealed more of her cerebellum. The South may rise again,but nothing in my pants will, in relationship with her - I convinced her she was being unfair to me and herself – let her know for me this might well be like walking on eggshells and I could not be comfortable being me - suggested we just be friends.
She hates me to this day. Initially I thought – okay, this will blow over - she’ll hate me for 6 months or so – she’ll meet a guy and move on –
that’s what you hope when you do the “same building thing” and break things off - you want to see the other person
move on – something about that’s relieving
and allows civil co-existing - well it’s been about 5 years now and I’
ve not yet seen her with a new guy – and with me – Miss Antebellum has waged one long civil war. This new woman, the Latina wherein I am about to break the rules once again - I'm just hoping on our first date she does not ask me "So Lance, what's your impression of the
portrayal of
1898 Cuba in the Spanish-American War". Have a great day everyone.