Brooklyn Boy

I finally landed my first "New York date" ... sooo it wasn't quite in New York, New York and the "date" was really just more like me asking a guy to go out for drinks... but before I skip ahead to the date or call it what you will, let me recap the lead up to it. It was my good friend Naomi's birthday. Having just moved to New York around the same time I did, we in true fashion celebrated her first birthday in the city. It was during these festivities that I met McLovin. Admittedly, he didn't initially catch my attention and it was after some time had elapsed waiting on someone cute to come along that I decided to take McLovin up on his offer to dance. Sure enough by the end of the night he'd asked for my digits. I initially hesitated but ultimately gave in, reasoning he was a nice enough and this was what it was all about - getting back in the game. As I typed my number into his phone I thought what the hell, I really REALLY have nothing to lose.

New York Nights / New York Minute (Part III)

For the Love of Fashion

My New York adaptation chapter finally came to a end when a friend coaxed me into being her wing woman. It was at this point I realized that I have little to no tolerance for what I now term to be shitty (Self-important Hopeless Ignorant Thirsty Tasteless Yucky) guys. Because somewhere between the fashion designer/club promoter proclamation and seeing the inspired "fashion line" on IG that solely consisted of leather pants; I knew "my guy" for the night and I weren't meant to be. As the night went on though, I came to find that my guy wasn't too bad and actually the nicer of the two, as his friend turned into somewhat of a tool. 

New York Nights / New York Minute (Part II)

Call Me, Maybe?!?!

My next incident happened on a night out with the girlfriends. True to our mantra (YOLO), we had decided were going to go all out. We started by going to a few spots in the city and ultimately found ourselves at The Jane Hotel. After a night of stupid fun and dancing away with each other, the realization of the club closing and our night coming to an end began to creep in... because before I knew it, it was every woman for themselves. I almost felt like I was in a twisted version of Cinderella and I had only 10 minutes left on the ticking songs to find my prince.  To make matters I had to make sure these 10 minutes were amazing enough to my prince cometh searching for me beyond the night or at the very least texting.