stiletto compliments go so far a.k.a my apartment search
I trekked a vast radius of midtown this afternoon, in stilettos, in the pouring rain, apartment hunting. If there were hills involved, I imagine it would have been uphill both ways. After one douche bag blew me off entirely, I came across a charming, definitely leaning left, five story walkup in Hell's Kitchen. A stunning Russian girl with waist-length, black hair greeted me in the building's doorway with, "Intercom speaker is broken so I come...