I was born in 1947…
I was born in 1947, so I’m still young enough to have fun. Thank god for the size of Manhattan: in 22 dates with 13 men, all since July 2006, I haven’t been to the same bar or restaurant twice, and I’ve never bumped into someone I dated. Today I walked right by the apartment building of a man I dated in November, and I had my line all ready: ‘I’m not stalking you. I had an appointment in your neighborhood, and I had to walk by here.’ As I stood there looking at the door and feeling melancholy, distressed, and angry, a huge chunk of ice dropped down from the roof and crashed just in front of the entrance. A sign from the heavens, clearly: DO NOT ENTER. I walked on….hoping and not hoping to catch a sight of him and the new girlfriend I’m sure he has. And I really did have an appointment in his neighborhood. I have one there next Saturday, also: will I walk by his building again? I’ll have to try not to.
February 18, 2007 at 3:59 pm
Walk by his building with your head held high. But watch out for that falling ice. It can do odd things to an air of dignity…