I decide to start to collecting lovers again. With a smart phone, in New York City, it’s simple. www.click.person.
The first response comes from Kentucky, but he was actually born in Washington State. “I grew up in Indiana though.” He owns a tattoo studio in Harlem. “And I deal drugs.”
I wonder if he knew that I do days as a chief officer, he would still be so blunt. Not that it makes any difference to me. In my experience, selling them when you’re on them usually turns into an economic catastrophe. And he seems like a walking disaster.
We’re in some trendy vegan cafe in Hell’s Kitchen. A fat girl next to us turns to her companion and says, “That’s why everyone hates J.P. Morgan Chase. They like, caused the financial crisis.”
Before I worked on Wall Street, I had no exposure to economic anything – quite deliberately. I hid in Australia, with you. Reading hands and flipping cards. (more…)
Today is the four year anniversary of FollowMeToNYC. Four years ago today, I was sitting in an Australian farmhouse in Oxley, Queensland getting ready to quit my job and figure out how to relocate my life 10,000 miles from where I was – drinking coffee out an I (heart) NYC mug.
Today I am sitting on the balcony of a midtown Manhattan luxury high-rise, with puppies at my feet. Surviving as a professional Writer, living a life I hardly saw coming when I scratched my head and said, “Hmmm… I think I’ll go back to the city.” (more…)
I found a license on the ground. Her name was Miranda Moore. I thought that sounded so glamorous, like Marilyn Monroe.
I immediately began to weigh myself up next to Miranda, all 5 foot 11 inches of her. She’s probably a model. Brown hair. Hazel eyes.
Miranda lives in the East Village. I assume she does yoga at one of those trendy free places you hear people talk about in the alphabet city cafes where Miranda drinks fruit smoothies.
Miranda would think that I am so square because I work on Wall Street and wear stilettos to board meetings instead of the Bahamas. As if I would ever go there.
I assume she has an aromatherapy blog and wears her long hair in a pony tail with one of those colorful headbands when she works out at Crunch every day. 30 minutes treadmill. 45 floor work.
I bet she reads Eckhart Tolle books while she eats vegan food in China Town. (more…)
Namaste blog tribe
Today I go back to work. It’s literally the first time in my life that I am actually looking forward to returning to work after a holiday. Part of that is because my current job is my favorite and best. The second reason is because there was unexpected turmoil over the last few days of vacation that spit me out the other side just wanting to return to some type of basic routine. (more…)
Dear Blog Family
My birthday was epic! It went on for a record period of time and there were lots of things that happened during it.
Nearly four years into blahg-ville, I can’t possibly be dishonest about what went down over the past 48-hours. On the actual day of my birthday, I woke up in the morning and sobbed into my journal. I sobbed over a few Christmas pasts and I also spent five to ten minutes boo-hooing over the present state of general humanity.
Then my best friend in Colorado phoned me and sang the most wonderful happy birthday song into my voicemail, which I naturally had to listen to twice. Shortly after, her brother phoned me to say that we were going to a club on Bowery for free bottle service. Then he picked me up in a droptop… super fun birthday drive!
Later that evening, in an SUV rental, myself with three sexy ladies and my boy cruised back to Manhattan. At some stage I was drinking champagne out of the bottle, and we played this song dancing in the car: (more…)