5 Romantic Ways to Spend Valentine’s Day in New York City

S.C Rhyne, The Reporter and The Girl, IR Blog, BWWM, Valentine's Day, NYC, NYC Taxi Cab,

The Big Apple is chock full of romantic and fun things for couples to do on and around the day devoted to love. This is a tribute to my fans who are in my hometown this Valentine’s Day weekend. I hope these following tips will help you make the most of it!

See a Broadway Show

Do you love musical theater? Then going to a Broadway show is the perfect way to spend Valentine’s Day in NYC. But if the idea of standing in long lines only to find your show is sold out has you feeling a bit nervous, check out the Telecharge website to buy your tickets ahead of time. You can browse through the available shows, pick your seats and buy your tickets with just a few clicks, which will put your minds at ease and give you more time to enjoy the city.

Go to a Dine-in Movie Theater

While dinner and a romantic movie are a nice (if not cliché) way to spend Valentine’s Day with your honey, try a twist on this classic date idea this year. Syndicated, a premiere dine-in movie theater in New York, lets you purchase and enjoy cocktails, a scrumptious meal and the movie all in one place. Movie tickets are an incredibly reasonable $3, and you can dine on dishes like popcorn tuna and slow-cooked lamb ribs. If you need popcorn to enjoy a movie, Syndicated also sells a variety of gourmet flavored popcorn.

Book a Dinner Cruise

If you enjoy sailing, book a dinner cruise with the Hornblower company. The romantic party on the Hudson runs about $125 per person and includes a delicious three-course meal and incredible skyline views. Enjoy dancing with your sweetie and standing at the rails gazing at the views and into each others’ eyes.

Play Board Games

If you and your valentine prefer quiet evenings at home, you can find a romantic and more subdued option in the bustling city. Head to Camp in Brooklyn for a camp-themed retreat. The Boerum Hill bar at Camp resembles a rugged and romantic cabin in the woods. Snuggle (because it will be cold on Sunday) in front of the fireplace with some s’mores, and enjoy an evening of classic board games like Connect 4. If you would like to toast your love, keep the s’mores theme going with a chocolate, graham cracker and marshmallow flavored martini.

Treat Your Sweet to Sweets

Valentine’s Day wouldn’t be complete without some amazing chocolate, and New York City has plenty of places to find the perfect love-themed confectionery. Jacques Torres chocolates can be found throughout the city, and you can purchase a few adorable “love bug” chocolates complete with red lady bug logos. Spring for a chocolate “Do Not Disturb” sign that you can hang on your hotel room door — or nibble on in your room.

Dylan’s Candy Bar in Union Square is another good option. The flagship 3-story store features bright colors, delicious candies and chocolate-covered strawberries that are to die for. If you are feeling on the romantically naughty side, spring for a candy bra or edible chocolate body paint.

So what are your plans (if any) for Valentine’s or Single Awareness Day?

Tell me@ReporterandGirl or on Facebook.

Its Award Season This Month!

I’m very humble and proud to announce three more award nominations that I received this week. It took a little work so I decided to compile them in one post.

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Liebster Blog Award nominated by Dear Kitty 2/7/13

Liebster Blog Award by DearKitty at http://dearkitty1.wordpress.com/  on February 7, 2013. DearKitty is a great blogger who writes about a lot of important issues, and I invite you to check out the blog site. Thank You for the nomination and I accept this award.

Rules for Liebster Award:

1) Post eleven facts about yourself.
2) Answer the questions the blogger has set for you and create eleven questions for people you’ve nominated.
3) Choose eleven people to give this award to and link them in your post.
4) Go to their blogs and tell them.

Facts about me:

1. Vegetarian
2. Played piano for over ten years
3. Learned five languages
4. My favorite past times are reading and listening to music
5. I travel a bit, internationally
6. I’ve fallen in love with a Newspaper reporter, and now I have a blog about it
7. I’m thankful for those who have supported me in this endeavor!
8. I try to exercise at least 4 days a week
9. I live in New York City
10. I am learning how to tweet better
11. I try hard to build a following

Dear Kitty’s questions:

1. What did the Internet, in general, change in your life? It opened me to talking to different people around the world, whom I may have never met
2. What did your blog change in your life? Its a new blog, but it has given me a sense of purpose and direction writing about my life.
3. Are there differences in your blog, from when it started, compared to now? Some I have changed the theme and added widget to other social sites for my followers
4. What is your favourite WordPress feature? Publicize, it saves me the hassle of repeatedly publishing
5. What is the worst WordPress feature? I don’t have one I hate, but I wish on a whole we can customize more.
6. Which bird species around where you live do you like particularly? Pigeons.
7. Which country, which you have never been to yet, would you like to visit? Why? Anywhere in Africa, I have not yet been to continent, although I have studied it indepth and think it would be wonderful to visit, particularly, Ghana, Sierra Leone, Ivory Coast, South Africa, Ethiopia.
8. Which book you have read do you dislike most? Why? Sarah Palin’s Going Rogue. I don’t like her style of writing
9. Which is the most beautiful national park, nature reserve etc. which you have ever visited? Denali National Park
10. Are you on Facebook? If so, then why? Yes, my friend made me make a profile years ago, now i can’t live with out it
11. If you are not on Facebook, then why not? I am

Questions for my nominees:

1. What State (or city) do live in?
2. How long have you been blogging?
3. Why did you start blogging?
4 Why did you choose WordPress instead of another platform?
5. Are you on twitter, why?
6. Are you not on twitter, why?
7. If you can be an animal, which one?
8. Other than writing, what other talents do you have?
9. Has blogging changed you life?
10. Will you nominate eleven other people for this award?
11. Is this your first award?

Nominees for Liebster Blogger Award:


The aforementioned are all up and coming blog sites.

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Very Inspiring Blogger Award nominated by Lucil 2/7/13

Next, I was awarded my second Very Inspiring Blogger Award by Lucil at http://lucilx.wordpress.com on February 7, 2013. Lucil is great writer and I encourage you to look at her blog. Thank You, and I accept your nomination.

Rules of Very Inspiring Blogger Award:
1.) Display the award logo on your blog.
2.) Link back to the person who nominated you.
3.) State 7 things about yourself.
4.) Nominate 15 bloggers for this award.
5.) Notify those bloggers of the nomination by linking to one of their specific posts so that they get notified by ping back.

Seven things about me:

1. I travel a bit, internationally
2. I’ve fallen in love with a Newspaper reporter, and now I have a blog about it
3. I’m thankful for those who have supported me in this endeavor!
4. I try to exercise at least 4 days a week
5. I live in New York City
6. I am learning how to tweet better
7. I’m trying hard to build a following

Nominees for the Very Inspiring Blogger Award:


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The Versatile Blogger Award, nominated by Kathryn Jenkins 2/6/13

Last but not least, I would like to accept the nomination for The Versatile Blogger Award. Ms. Kathryn Jenkins at jenkinskatie847kj.wordpress.com nominated me on February 6, 2013. Ms. Jenkins has an up coming blog and writes very well, please check her out when you can.

Rules for Versatile Blogger Award:

1.) Display the award logo on your blog.
2.) Thank and Link back to the person who nominated you.
3.) State 7 things about yourself.
4.) Nominate 15 bloggers for this award.
5.) Notify those bloggers of the nomination by linking to one of their specific posts so that they get notified by ping back.

Seven things about me:

1. I lived in Alaska and China
2. I learned sign language so I could date a deaf person
3. All the sign language I know now is not nice words
4. I like going for long drives
5. I learned to swim a few years ago
6. I like learning new things, whether its a subject or a skill
7. I broke a nail last night (really badly!)

My nominees for The Versatile Blogger Award:


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Thank You viewers for making this new blog a powerhouse in 2012, and I hope you continue to visit, comment, and share your thoughts with me. Have a happy and safe 2013!!!

—Sincerely Yours

Chapter 11 will post on Sunday



Happy Holiday weekend!!! Chapter 11 of TheReporterandTheGirl series will post tomorrow, Sunday December 23, 2012. Glad you all survived the apocalypse, and this will be our last post for the holiday week. and we’ll pick up January 4th.


Have a merry weekend!!

Chapter 8: Mr. Sensitive

“Can you make dinner tonight, something healthy?”

My lips curled a smile as I enthusiastically agreed to serve Jon at my home and make him very comfortable. He had been to my house the previous night, but tonight was going to be something special…I think…..well he asked for a “no holds barred” night. So it must mean something special. All I knew is that my maternal, domestic, traditional, and Haitian feminine instincts had not only kicked in, but gone into overdrive, as I hastily picked up around the house…..Sweeping, re-arranging furniture, setting the table, lighting, finding the remote control, and nearly killing three people as I plowed my vehicle to the supermarket.  I had been subsisting on nuts, grains, and cereal for the past month and nothing of real substance to feed a man in my kitchen EXCEPT WINE.

In less than 45 minutes I had prepared a unique (but hopefully not too “foreign” or “exotic”) meal of stir fry spinach with diced almonds and dried cranberries, Asian-style tofu mix drizzled in soy sauce, steamed quinoa in chicken broth (to give flavor to his American palette), and a glass of my infamous White Sangria. I showered and wore an outfit that Jon specifically said he liked the night before.  And just in the nick of time, I barely had time to tie the sash around my waist, before he obnoxiously stamped through the doors and slammed it shut behind him.

“Honey, I’m HOME!!” he boomed.

I came downstairs to greet him and right away noticed that he made his way into the living room without taking off his shoes on our hardwood floors.

At the table, it would be an overstatement to say that he feasted. Though a very slim build, he ate all the spinach picking around the nuts and fruit, some of the vegetables and not the tofu. And barely breathed on the quinoa. Good home cooked food that is consumed regularly at my home is now being sent back to the fridge.  Typical spoiled White American.

I looked away and refused to watch him “eat”.

“Sabrien, play with my dick while I eat!”

I was a little surprised, confused, and disadvantaged as I was sitting on his right side, and had to use my left hand to reach in and search for his soft fleshy member. With all my “supplies” upstairs I could only hope that the lotion I put on my hands earlier could still provide a good slip.  Not to mention, I couldn’t get it all the way out of his pants, maybe it was the awkwardness of sitting next to him and trying to feel my way around under the tablecloth.

And as they say in France, ONE THING LED TO ANOTHER, and I found myself pinned in a damning awkward position over the table and Mr. Jon on top. He took his sweet time to reach in for his travel bag and pull out the plastic bag of condoms I gave him. He threw it on the table. Making sure that I saw it, signaling what was to happen next.

Not what I had in mind! I never told Jon this, but I had fantasized about our first time: hoping for the weekend, when he would come and stay over the night and while he showered I would prepare the room by dimming the lights and lighting my favorite scented candles, spraying the sheets in the perfume that he liked, and me patiently waiting…not wearing much in bed for him to come in and find a delightful surprise.

Yeh, I can be romantic…and I wanted to show him that 😦

However, in my bottom position all I could think about was the searing pain that the edge on the table made pressing across my pubic symphysis as Jon pounded his small 130 pound frame against me. Who knew someone so small could do so much damage? My feet could barely touch the floor; add in the pins and needles sensation in my right leg and the fact that it had been a year since I had the pleasure of… being in the company of a fine gentleman.


How Expressive

I stood stretching out my lower limbs and regaining feeling.  As we walked across the living room, I grabbed his hand and guided him upstairs.

Now let’s do this my way

Hoping to salvage any romance or intimacy that this night was supposed to bring, we continued to make out, in a very comedic and awkward way;–Jon is a sloppy kisser – as they call them—with a roaming tongue and hands. All I kept thinking about was him swallowing my jewelry (since I still couldn’t find that other earring) and was unprepared for what would happen next!

“Get the condoms!” he said as he prepared for another round of hardcore penetration.

I grabbed the bag, dumped it and I asked, “Lifestyle or Durex? Which one do you wear?”

“Just get me a condom, QUICK.” He said as he concentrated on his hand.

I pulled out three choices and handed it to him.

“NO, I’m not hard yet.” He snapped.

I thought you wanted it now??

“Ok…I—uh thought”… I’ll just wait…..

“Ok now!  Give it to me quick.”

I quickly passed the condoms to him and he slapped my hand down. “You gotta open it, first…why are you so dumb?!”

I began to open one and take it out of the wrapping. This whole scenario took less than a minute to occur but already he said,

“Hurry, we don’t have a lot of time.”

Perplexed, I watched him slap on the rubber, and eased myself to a more comfortable position on my back. There was no music or candlelight as I wanted but the pace of sexual intercourse was timed by our natural rhythm …that was as off-key as a whino singing along to the Sunday school choir, while taking a piss behind the cathedral structure. His body dominated me as the thrusting of his appendage kept the tempo. You could hear it:





Knowing what I know now, I didn’t have enough sense not to roll my eyes downward, and keep them locked on him. At the time, I naively thought such a small natural occurrence due to the amount lubrication and twisting of our pelvis…shit might have just slipped out! It’s not like we ladies can put a seat belt on the thing every time we lift our pelvis or shift our legs!

“Why are you so tense?!” He demanded

Oh I am? Ok relax….and just–

Stay open –open….

Stay open-open….

Keep open-open…


Was that too open? Everything that I knew about human anatomy seemed to be….not applying in this situation!

I instinctively reached down….to help, but was met with another fly-swat…

“You’re too tense!”

Now I’m tense. I could see the hair falling over his face, as he pushed it back. Determined, he grabbed both of my thighs and sealed his pelvis to my vulva as he pounded away.  The next few minutes, all I can recall is lying on my back, to just my shoulder blades, to…now this is getting dangerous, to being flipped on my side and Jon spooning behind me, then on my back again.

And it goes again:






Falling back onto the bed, I sat up and looked at my watch…..oh. I looked at him, he was the youngest guy I had been with, and though I was surprised by his limberness, I was still perplexed that we had only been in the room less than 15 minutes.

Still a bit shell-shocked, I desperately tried to bring the flaccid member back up again.

“No, no, no don’t play with my dick,” He panted or may have; I was too busy trying to save the night.

“No, I’m too sensitive….here come and cuddle with me” he beckoned with open arms.

Cuddle??  “Why?” I asked, cocking my head and raising an eyebrow. “Do you want to go to sleep?” I was sincere in my inquiry as I had only known the act of cuddling to happen right before lovebirds fall asleep in their embrace. And since I had never fallen asleep in anyone’s embrace, nor witnessed it in my own home, it was a foreign concept to me. As foreign as making a milkshake or Star Wars.

“Just come here….”

I crawled over and awkwardly (this is the word of the day, folks!) found a spot to lay my head. By now, I was uncomfortable and restless.  We were both naked and lying on top of the covers so I was getting chilly, I still wanted to go another round and get some time on TOP, so it could be my turn….and….

“So we’re going again right?” I asked without blinking and very straightforward

“Yeh…I’m just sensitive.” He panted…

“Are you in pain or something?” I genuinely inquired, as my hand reached for his forbidden zone.

“No don’t….I just need a minute.”

I rolled over and grabbed my robe to exit the room and throw out the used condom in the bathroom.  My mind wandered again to the food on the table and the dishes I would have to wash….which then brought me to a question that I had been meaning to ask him.

“Hey, remember when you told me your mom had to have a C-section because she’s a little person?”

I could distinctly remember him rolling his eye sideways at me and giving me a deep half-squinted stare. “Yeh”

“Just to clarify were you using the colloquial term to refer to a genetic condition also known as Dwarfism or is she simply shorter than the average person?”

I should have been more sensitive.


Chapter 9: A Super Man

I was trying to be respectable and show her how much she can trust me and I can please her.  We had already talked about waiting, but I felt like the reason she didn’t want to have sex with me was because she thought I couldn’t please her. So I asked, “Sabrien, tonight can I have you…In any way that I want?”

© 2012 -2013 S. C Rhyne

Chapter 7: Speak American

“I forgawt my ūm-brella in da cawr”

“Your what?” He asked

“My umbrella” I repeated.

“Heh he heh…” He chuckled as he looked down

“What?!”  I demanded

“You say ‘um-brella’ weird…it’s like you weren’t born here sweetie!”  He crooned as he grabbed my chin as we made our way down the street into his apartment.

“Say it again…um-brella”

“That’s what I said…um-brella”

“No! Its not what you’re saying, um-brella, say it!”

“Um-brella!” I mimicked. “Are you happy, Jon?”

“That’s better” he smirked “Gotta speak American, boobigoops”

I am American, a Noo Yawker to be precise; born and raised in the Big Apple to immigrant parents, where English is the main language spoken in our home.  I attended private school until my formative years, where I then attended one of the top performing public high schools and number 1 non-specialized school in the city.

Despite the fact, that I had scored within the 98thpercentile in language arts in the numerous specialized tests that were given to me, including the only one to have a perfect score in the statewide ELA exam at my middle school and statewide Spanish language Regents exam at my high school; despite my enrollment in honor English, History, and Spanish classes (which all required essay writings and speeches) in high school. I apparently have a language problem….that wasn’t pointed out until now

Or another way to view this would be that Jon has a culture problem.  The only time I can recall he mentioned my race, was maybe a few days after we first met when we were discussing our online profiles, and he pointed out that mine was so incomplete, he didn’t even know I was Black. Not that it was a problem for him.

However, what is a problem for him is my…..exotic and acquired taste for cultural activities where as his seemed very mainstream and deep. For example – Star Wars and Star Trek – a classic and generation time honored film blah blah blah….I don’t know the different between the two, except one is a movie and the other is TV show  (I found this out recently).

After high school, I avoided television, until Superbowl XLVI, when I bought my first, 32-inch HD flatscreen as an upgrade from my 13 inch RCA bubble that was manufactured when—well…one of the last TVs manufactured in the United States.

This would be a constant nagging from Jon…“I can’t believe I’m with someone that doesn’t know what Star Wars is….”

Yet, despite my persistence, he has yet to watch it with me. But I was more than happy to share my interests with him, such as a classic K-Horror film Tale of the Two Sisters and my eclectic music collection.

He is a master of video games: the last game I played was on a Playstation 2.

He talked Sci-Fi, I read the Sci. He wasn’t like your typical man’s man. He didn’t watch any sports in fact he opted to take yoga in high school. Something told me we can forget about taking that trip to Shea stadium.

I’d sometimes fantasize about his WASPy mainstream upbringing….like the kind you watch on Full House or maybe even Leave it to Beaver. For crying out loud the guy would have hot dogs for dinner!? You only see that shit on TV where I come from….no responsible Caribbean parent would let that happen in their home.  And the luxuries like Cable/Satellite TV, espresso machine, and dishwashers; I had not been exposed to until I was barely old enough to start paying for them.  And even then I still have trouble operating these gadgets.

“Can I have a taste of your milkshake?” I asked over our hasty lunch downtown. It was an incredibly rare occurrence that we were in the same area during lunch time so we met up for quick bite.

“Sure” as he passed the cup to me.

“Ugghhh…I think they left this sitting on the oven too long! Its tastes like melted ice cream”

“What?! What are you talking about…it’s a milkshake” astonished, he looked up at me his light green eyes.

“Honey, it tastes like someone scooped up vanilla ice cream and set this in the microwave” I explained.

“Well of course there’s ice cream in it…don’t you know what’s in a milkshake?”

“No, do you?” I asked.

“Well I don’t believe this, never had a milkshake before! Never made one?!” He demanded, “Where were you born? How can you be American and not know these things”

“You still haven’t told me what’s in a milkshake…” I pointed out

“It doesn’t matter; it’s not my job to culture you! You were born in America…you should know what these things are. It’s a milkshake!” he replied, shaking his head…

“Well, we like to have lots of smoothies at home.” I mumbled between bites.

“Yeah….you make those?”

“Well of course, some milk, banana, choice of nuts, oatmeal…” I explained.

He looked at me and shook his head, not necessarily condescending but I couldn’t figure out if he was amused and trying to push my buttons again or really upset?

“Ya, honey bunny!” I exclaimed with a smile.

He looks at me….**SMOOCH*** on the cheeks

And he kisses back on my lips, I ended the kiss after a few shorts moments to return to my food.

Yep…he’s as mainstream as a milk—

“Why do you always do that?? You turn your head from me every time I go to kiss you! You don’t like kissing!”

He looked straight at me


“You don’t like kissing me!”

Chapter 8: Mr. Sensitive

His body dominated me as the thrusting of his appendage kept the tempo. You could hear it:





I didn’t have enough sense not to roll my eyes downward, and keep them locked on him.

© 2012 -2013 S. C Rhyne