I love this city, I hate it sometimes, too. In an effort to keep track of my feelings about the Big Apple during my time here I try my best to chronicle them in a letter to this crazy place. Welcome to Dear New York–a series posted monthly on the anniversary of the date I moved here.
"You're really beautiful," my
on-camera coach told me as I washed my hands after using the restroom. Our eyes met in the mirror as she finished, "but you must know that."
She continued on--stay with me, asking, "where are you from? New York?" "The men must love you there," she said, sure of herself.
Here's the thing, my darling New York. As she said this, I couldn't help but make a face.
I lightly touched on this
before with you. Perhaps, my tone came across like I was joking. I wasn't. I'm serious.
Leave me alone.
And,
shut up.
22 July, 2014
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