Tuesday morning I walked 2 miles down Lexington through Midtown East and Murray Hill to meet up with a 25-year-old boy (man?), who is a commercial real estate agent, to look at different options for my "office" here in the city since we don't have a company office. Rewind:
The CEO of my company is a true New Yorker in every sense of the term. Every time we'd have senior management meetings at our Santa Barbara office (after I had established that I'd be moving out here) he would wander out during a break, take a seat/lean on my desk, crack a half smile, gaze off into the distance, and start gushing about how grand New York City was. SUCH a cutie. One day, about a month before I was set to move, he came out of the conference room with a pleasant, contemplative look and said he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before -- he had the perfect young person for me to meet when I got to the city. "He's an all-American: captain of his college tennis team, good-looking, bright, and easy to get along with." He paused, became stern, and looked me dead in the eye. "When you meet him, make sure you dress sharp."
... Intimidated much? Nahhh. I'm a people person. Did I think about what I would wear? Maybe.
Fast forward (or "FF" as Meesh likes to say. Oh hay gurl!): I got to our prearranged meeting spot right on time (literally at 9:59, Louis, believe it.). I was wearing (I know you were wondering) a tight, all black errything getup with brown boots, a leopard-print circle scarf (thank you Maia!), and a cropped fitted leaher/mesh blazer I purchased the night before I moved. Aren't I sooo New York? Needless to say, by the time I got to my destination, I was very overheated. Side note: I am still learning how to dress appropriately for the weather. Earth to Erika: It is not winter yet.
For the sake of blog-entry-length, I will just say that it went flawlessly. We went to 4 different office spaces that all have potential, laughed a lot, bought some Baked by Melissa cupcakes, and ate lunch at Delicatessen in SoHo where I, of course, suggested we do "halvsies", and the flamboyant waiter (who I strongly considered asking for his number -- I'm going to go back and get it because I want to be best friends with him) laughed at me. Are halvsies not a thing on the east coast? Come on, now.
My first cupcake shop experience!!!
On my solo journey home, the following ensued:
1. A young-ish, black artist guy who was hanging out on the street started walking alongside me and delivered some charming lines.
"Hey, girl, can I please talk to you?" "Umm, I don't want to talk..." "You don't need to talk, a picture's worth a thousand words. I just want to take you out and stare at you because you're so beautiful."
Thank you? I walked into Zara to escape. Well, that makes one New York admirer!
2. I went to GNC to buy some fish oil (gotta get those omega-3s!) and the super buff black dude working the register looked up, then shyly asked "If I asked you to marry me right now, would you?"
I guess I will pocket that as my second NYC admirer. Looks like I'll be dating a black man here if these two are any indication!
Cheers.
4 comments:
Not surprised
Just remember.. Once you go black, you never go back! That's kind of a big commitment. Just sayin. And you are gorgeous so you'd better get some pepper spray and get used to it.
1) You didn't go with the coral on coral on coral on tan wedge ensemble?! I'm so proud of you for BonB even in extreme heat! We are so goth
2) Erika, you ignore those people! Headphones and sunglasses. Ignore, ignore. I know you like to make rando stranger friends (note: see last post about sandwich friends) but don't get it twisted on dem creeps.
LOVE <3
You go,girl! Miss you :-(
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