Last week, my mom called me to wish me a happy birthday (in lieu of her usual present, dinner, balloon barrage) and the first thing she asked after “did you have a good day” was whether I felt different now that I was a year older. At first I said that no, I didn’t really feel any different except that the number twenty-five felt a little odd on my tongue. It didn’t have the rounded, familiar feel of twenty-four, but I assumed that would come with time, like a well-worn pair of jeans. In…

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There’s an old superstition that to have a good sex life, your bed shouldn’t be pushed up against the wall. The idea behind it is that if only one person can climb into your bed (because only one side is open) then there’s only ever going to be one person in your bed. You’re also not supposed to have the foot of your bed facing the door because that’s how they carry you out when you die, but that’s another superstition entirely. Now, my bed happens to be firmly wedged into the far corner of…

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Last night, I was out to dinner with a friend. We were just digging in to our delicious meal when a girl, obviously in high school, sat down at the next table with her boyfriend. At first neither of us took any notice of them, too busy eating like we’d never seen food before to pay attention to anything else. But as the hunger was sated and I began to think about other things, I couldn’t help overhearing their conversation. Well, I should really say her conversation. She wasn’t so much… Continue

Yesterday, on the way to work, I ran into an old friend that I hadn’t seen since high school. It turns out that our offices are in the same neighborhood and we take almost identical routes to work. We quickly got to catching up: what we had been up to, what happened to people we knew, and what was going on in our careers. It didn’t take me long to realize how much both of us had changed. There wasn’t anything specific I could put my finger on. Sure, she had a serious boyfriend though she hadn’t… Continue

Some people come to New York to find love. And for some, New York is love. The city is a lot like a lover; sometimes fickle, always dazzling, and demands your admiration even when she’s having a little work done. But I was never in love with New York. You don’t believe me right? I of the SATC love, the touristy gushing, and the Fifth Avenue drool...I am not in love? The lady doth protest too much. Cross my heart, and hope that the perfect pair of Loubies fall at my feet, but it’s…

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