Originally posted in May 2008. This is the very first blog post I ever wrote upon moving to NYC ten years ago! It was a crazy cinematic start to New York dating.
I’m sitting on a bench in Central Park reading
Shopgirl. The story differs from your typical chick lit novella in that it is written by a man,
Steve Martin to be exact. It is written in a refreshing 2nd person style. I’m enjoying it. Engrossed in my reading, semi-sickly relating to the protagonist and wondering what the comments on my own life would be were they reported in this way.
Suddenly I’m approached.
“Can I talk to you about something?”
Having just been questioned by a father and daughter as to where one can find boats, (my answer: nooo idea, but I felt sillily cool that I look like someone who would know) I look up expecting a tourist: “Where’s the MET?” Or a bum: “Gimmie a quarter.” Or a creeper: “Buy a Rolex from the side of my trench coat.”
None of the above.
He’s a guy in his 20s. Cute, slim but not scrawny, scruffy brown hair, with a small pimple near his nose which for some reason I find strangely endearing.

“If you’re trying to sell me something, I’m not going to buy it.” I say. Read More