What a weekend! Aside from the world-cup madness, yours truly had a happy hour date with a man twice her age. No, I don’t have daddy-issues, but I happened to meet a very interesting- VERY good looking man that looks relatively young. A few white strands of hair here and there, and some deep slightly wrinkled ( in a GOOD way) eyes. I don’t think we look odd together- and I made sure to dress the part , an elegant vintage blazer and a pencil skirt.
I’ve never experienced anything like it before. He was calm, elegant, funny yet so polite, he taught me everything there is to know about fine liquor. I taught him everything there is to know about shots I can work on his taste in music though.
He wanted to take me somewhere quiet to ” talk”, but I insisted we hit up Barbu in Gemmayzeh and then we went to Oceanus for some sushi. He told me he doesn’t usually date much younger women but that I have this ” mature attitude.” And yes, for those of you who are gonna warn me about him having “other intentions”, fear not, I’m onto him. He does sound too good to be true, so he’s guilty until proven innocent. Bisoux
Some Gin and Tonic- at Barbu with my "mature" date
No this is not a pic of my date, its one of many beard pics on Barbu's wall
Oceanus- as much as I love their sushi- they are clearly overwhelmed and could use some extra waiters. Our appetizers arrived with our sushi- after reminding the waiter three times not to do that. They seemed to care about making their delivery orders more than their in-house customer’s . And yes- I complained.
Something is seriously wrong with the ladies in Lebanon. How did we manage to get so superficial? And I’m not talking about your typical Lebanese bimbo, I’m referring to smart young educated ladies in this country that have put their morals and values to rest and opted for the rich man.
Yes, the rich man, he may not be as good looking as Samer in accounting, and sure his Ferrari puts Tarek’s Mazda 6 to shame, but who cares. The fact of the matter is Samer and Tarek are good genuine down to earth men that will love you just the same, hek maybe even more, since they won’t have pet names for you and their cars!
But lately I’ve noticed an alarming trend, young women are settling with dumber, uglier, super rich guys, they wanna upgrade, they wanna quit their jobs, they want SUVs, they want that 500 square meter apartment and they don’t wanna have to work a day for it.
A friend of mine who I’ve always thought was normal,calls me, out the blue to announce that she is getting engaged on Friday. Last time I checked she was single. She had met him at Music Hall, he’s 36, drives a Audi Q7 and works in construction. He’s also bald, overweight and has hair growing out of his ears.
The worst part of it all is her trying to convince me she’s in love. You know what, if this is the path you choose, so be it, but trying to convince me that your in love with SHREK because“ albo tayeb” rather than his shares in Sodeco, spare me and Drop it as fast as you dropped your self respect, there is no such thing as a bonafide gold-digger. Bisoux
So we all lie right? Some us of tell white lies, others slightly darker. But apparently men and women lie about different things- makes sense right? Here’s how…
Top lies told by Women
“Nothing is wrong. I’m fine” ( followed by a frown and arm-cross)
“I’ll be ready in five minutes” ( when we haven’t even jumped into the shower yet)
“I saw him do it with my own eyes” ( Ok fine we thought we saw him, but it’s the same thing)
“No, she didn’t tell me anything about you, I swear“ ( even though we were just discussing you for two hours over lunch)
Top lies told by Men
“I didn’t have that much to drink “( he says as he wobbles to stand straight)
“There was no signal in the place I was at” (but you both know it has one of the best connections in Lebanon.)
“Those pants make your bum look so small.” ( but YOU know your PMS-ing and bloated)
“You’re sooo much prettier than her.” (Come on now, it’s Jessica Alba for God’s Sake!)
So I showed the Brit I’ve been seeing around Beirut this weekend. I took him to Gemmayzeh for some drinks.Bisoux
Watch out fellow pubbers, for there lies a crater in gemmazeh right on the sidewalk. And who will catch you if you fall? def not our beloved darak, they're too busy enjoying the ladies
Made it to GEM right before it got packed.
Nothing like a Caipirinha to kick-off the weekend with the right kinda buzz
I made a point to steer away from any political talk on this blog. But the Israeli raid on on a flotilla of humanitarian aid ships bound for Gaza made me cringe yesterday. I just can’t digest the audacity of the Israelis and their incomprehensible level of in-your-face hypocrisy. I did not blog yesterday in solidarity with the 9 or 16 people killed in cold-blood. Rest in Peace freedom fighters. Bisoux
Love this song, been hearing it on my way to work every morning and was shocked to find out it’s a guy from a band called Plan B! And boy he can sure sing! Reminds me of something Amy Winehouse would do. And the beat is just so fine…ey ey ey ey baby. Bisoux- with an X
So I was at Centrale in Saifi on my third Cosmo chatting with a British guy I had just met when suddenly I spot a very drunk Timmy vigorously making out with a girl whose face looked like it was made of steel thanks to gazillion piercings she had. Timmy starts watching me at the corner of his eye each time he sucked on her face.
So I continued my chit chat as if nothing was- when suddenly I felt two arms wrap around my waist and a moist wet kiss on my face. It was Timmy and he was oozing whiskey. The Brit asked me if I knew him since I had an appalled look on my face. Before I could react Timmy decides to pounce on the Brit and a brawl breaks out.
Poor Timmy! Turns out you shouldn’t pick a fight with an ex- Royal Navy officer, because his face was not doing so well after security threw him out on the sidewalk. I tried to help him up but he started bellowing profanities at me and the Brit.
I explained to the Brit the situation with Timmy over some saj at Leil ou Nhar. He flattered me and told me he’d probably fight for me too if he saw me flirting with another man **Sigh** Cheesy, but I like him. Bisoux
And guess who’s featured in it… the much-loved Lebanese composer, pianist , play writer and ofcourse son of the legendary Fairouz: Ziad Rahbani! I like the concept.. Almaza knows your gonna drink Almaza , but they go “hey what the hek- we might as well get the laid- back Zaid to reiterate that cold best-served-chilled fact” Plus I love me some Mexican Beera, it goes perfectly with our hot Lebanese summers on the beach. Thoughts? Bisoux
Here’s a rising trend in Lebanon. And it’s NOT limited to fashion.
You know the drill. You buy the new Tods she buys the new Tods. You got that Zeki bikini, she buys three. You grab of hold of Mac’s new special edition eye shadows, she had them “a week” ago Ya. right. You know she’s imitating, but you just can’t call her out. In the beginning you convince yourself it’s all very flattering, you’re a natural trendsetter and she’s just a common follower. But the next time you’re out at Music Hall wearing your new BCBG slick black dress which you told her you were going to buy weeks ago and she’s standing there shaking her hips to Tony Hanna with the same dress as though nothing was, you know enough is enough. The worst part is her complete denial, as though it’s a complete coincidence. Unless coincidence means stalking you while you’re shopping or taking down notes when you mention a fashion favorite, this is no coincidence my friends. This is armed robbery. The woman needs to get a style of her own. Bisoux
Is it just me or are people in customer service in Lebanon getting damn rude? I make it a point to be nice to all of them with the regular “bonjour ya3teek il 3afieh” and all I get in return : bitchiness.
I get it. Your job wasn’t exactly what you had in mind but don’t take it out on the customer.
Personal bankers are the most notorious for this especially the ones in Byblos and Bank Audi. Sometimes I can tell by the unapproachable look on their faces. They might as well just say “don’t ask me I won’t help you, in fact I don’t care about your business and I’m going to make this experience a miserable one for you.”
Let’s take this scenario
Me: Bonjour Madame, can u help me please I was wondering if I can speak to…
Customer service agent: clicks on hold!!!!
Whatever happened to “hold on while I transfer you?”
Oh no! We’re way too proud of a people to do that. I once even asked a customer service agent her name, I was appalled by the way she spoke to me and thought it was only fair that I let her supervisor know. She wouldn’t give me her name!!! She straight up refused!
So I ask you this, are people in this sector lacking incentives or are we just mean by nature? Bisoux
I can work on his taste in music though.
Plus I love me some Mexican Beera, it goes perfectly with our hot Lebanese summers on the beach. Thoughts? Bisoux 
