There is a reason that NY is the only city on earth which warrants the “I love” t-shirt. I recently lived there for almost a year for a project, and my time there is unforgettable. Despite my ridiculously small studio and the fact that I had no friends, it was the time of my life. The energy there makes you feel on top of the world, and quite frankly, like you want to touch somebody.
One night on my way home from who knows where, I was hustling to catch the train, more from habit than anything else. I ran up to some station which was new to me, like I said, I don’t remember where I was coming from, don’t judge!
When I reached the station entrance, I immediately knew something was off since a huge white gate was preventing me from entering. Pissed, terrified and in full survival mode I bang on it to no avail. And then I saw him. Sexy white chocolate. Yaaaaaas. He too wanted to enter. Me I hoped. He told me to follow him, as natives do. A part of me thought “Yeah, right!”, but another voice inside of me said with absolutely no sarcasm , “Yeah, right. Of course I’ll follow you, sexy delicious beautiful man. Looks like I’m not going home tonight, so I might as well go with you.” I should have called an Uber right? Not a chance!
He lead me to another station entrance. Locked. Damn. Who am I kidding, at that point the last thing on my mind was going home. I just wanted to be with beautiful. When we finally accepted that the station was closed, he suggested that we take a cab to his neighborhood. I said, “Of course we should”. Now what you must realize is that this is New York baby, so it was totally safe. I mean, that’s what we do in NY! We are sexy, we are beautiful, we are attracted to each other like magnet to metal, and we touch each other!
We got to his neighborhood. Went to his pizza parlor neighbor. He introduced me to “Pop”. “Hi Pop.” I felt so damn pretty and special. Shit. This is how we live? This is my city. New York I love you. He offered me to stay the night at his place next door. I would not have resisted if my life depended on it. I was definitely in a New York State of mind. Did I mention he was beautiful? Not in a creepy serial killer way, but in a totally normal, “he looks safe to me but even if he isn’t I needs me some of this white chocolate so owell” type of beautiful, so yeah, we’re going. I accepted.
Upstairs in his apartment every fiber in my being screamed, “Omg! He likes me! Why am I here? I’m so happy to be here!” “What’s gonna happen, I didn’t plan for this, how do I smell? My makeup is rubbing off, my acne, my acne, bwaaahhhhh!. Maybe he doesn’t notice my acne.” He put on a movie, we laugh, he is awesome, maybe we kiss a little bit. We cuddle and we fall asleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning I wake up, he is dressed to go for a run. He offers me breakfast which he made. I ate. While he was in another room I saw a note on the refrigerator no less, which said “Think about your actions, Stacy”. My heart fell. I looked around, I see a picture of him and what I assume is this Stacy bitch. Then I see another, albeit facedown, awww, he tried to hide her dumb ass. I feel our life together slipping away. I hate Stacy! I stop looking around in case I see more pictures. He tells me to relax, he’s going for a run, leave when I want. I want to cry. He leaves. I finally wash my face because he isn’t there to see my acne. I leave. Should I leave a note? No.
It was one of those strange, beautiful, soul-wrenching experiences with a stranger that can only happen in New York. That’s why we love it.