Energy, Passion, New York

  • danisnotstr8

    Posts: 2579

    Feb 16, 2010 12:21 AM GMT
    Dear Diary,

    I need to spill, vent, bitch, smile, laugh, cry, and Just.Plain.Write.

    Over the past week, I visited New York twice for a couple days at a time. Yeah, we had a couple snow days, then I taught on Friday, and then we had a three day weekend.... so I decided to take advantage of the situation.

    Well, I've always been one of those guys who needs the city. A city. Any city. Except that lately, I haven't been feeling very energized during my trips to Philadelphia. Deep down inside, I knew when I moved back from Cleveland to the east coast after graduate school last year, it was a step toward proper East-Coast city living for me. I guess I didn't realize until recently that I might have outgrown Philadelphia.

    To any of you New Yorkers who are reading this: I applaud you. You ARE the city of New York. It's a place that is so rich with culture and energy and drive. But, more importantly, it's a wormhole to anywhere in the universe. The island of Manhattan is thirty miles from me, but every time I go there, I feel like I'm in a place that's far more magical than a city. It's an experience and a pulse. It's a vacation and a challenge.

    Better yet, it's friendly. Some of you may not agree, but I will stick to my guns here. New York City is a threat only to people who are not willing to stand up for themselves. If you want to conquer New York, then form some fucking opinions, speak in complete sentences, learn to spell some big words, walk swiftly, dress exactly as you want to, and God dammit, don't settle for second best. Be the best person you can be, and New Yorkers will invite you to dinner.

    Ah, alas, this suburban thing is killing me. I'm not a second best person at all. I work hard and I'm really good at everything I do. Egotistical? You bet. I am proud of myself because I have earned my accolades. Living here with massive numbers of surrendered spirits is proving to be like arsenic for my soul. Whittling my spirit down every day. What a fucking waste.

    So, I met a guy this week. He's a total fucking goofball. And a genius. And he's really cute. Better yet, he's a composer, a conductor, and we pretty much complete each other's sentences. Yesterday, we were walking down the street in Times Square, laughing at the fat unaccomplished tourists as they stuffed their faces, fought for spaces in line at big-box corporate chain restaurants, and drooled at the prospect of seeing their very first Broadway show. And here we were, singing Sondheim and Puccini at the top of our lungs, having just returned from coffee at Cafe Dante in the Village, where we discussed the show I've been writing (and that he wants to help me finish). And he's about to bring one of his musicals from Israel to the US. I'll be at the premier.

    Hmm... well, it was Valentine's Day. And I realized that I was falling for this guy-- feeling more than I've felt for anyone in many years or perhaps my entire life. I thought my spirit was gone, but I felt ten years younger, and in many ways I acted that way. I didn't care though. I just laughed and smiled.

    The clincher? He's on his way back to Tel Aviv now. He was on a three month visa for work. But he's coming back in June. We'll see.

    So, umm.... yeah. Last night, he wanted to go out to this ridiculous dance party in the village called Hero. I was more than annoyed. All his friends from New York were meeting there to say goodbye to him. I stayed for about half an hour (enough time to have spent 25 dollars to walk in the door and have one drink, which someone knocked out of my hand). I finally looked at the group and said "Nice to meet you, I'm outta here. Going to the Duplex." And I left.

    I found myself telling a friend who works at Duplex that I had met this amazing guy and spent the last couple days hanging out as friends but that I felt like there was more. As a matter of fact, I said that I was falling in love with him.

    An hour went by. I sat there having a drink, chatting with strangers... and then he walked in. Alone. He came over to where I was sitting, looked right at me, and gave me the wettest, bestest, deepest, most passionate kiss I've ever had. We went over to a corner and made out like young lovers. Touching each other's cheeks, holding each other tight, kissing, GOD was this great. And this morning, when we woke up, it all started over. And then lunch. And then more of the same.

    And he's gone.

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  • jgymnast733

    Posts: 1783

    Feb 16, 2010 1:03 AM GMT
    My dear, My dear,,,
    That occurs often in this city,i cant tell you how many people i'v fallen for who've been here on VISA then gone.....I also find Hiro a bit much at times and retreat to the Monster[right across from the dupex].....
    I'm sure your prince charming will make up for lost time in june once he returns....Aint love grand..icon_exclaim.gif
    Come to Monster , lets have cocktails and reminisce..
  • danisnotstr8

    Posts: 2579

    Feb 16, 2010 1:09 AM GMT
    Ha. Well, perhaps we should do that!
  • jgymnast733

    Posts: 1783

    Feb 16, 2010 1:14 AM GMT
    danisnotstr8 saidHa. Well, perhaps we should do that!

    The bartenders call me MELONS,,,,because of my pecs...icon_lol.gif
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    Feb 16, 2010 4:03 AM GMT
    Great story. Like you, I have the same love affair with the city, and right now more than anything, want to be living there. And I know about Hiro (even tho I enjoy house clubs - in moderation!), so I understand your dislike of it. Life in NJ /VA/suburbs in general just ain't the same!