missed connections

7/1/16

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We’ve all had those moments of total exhaustion–those instants where you could fall asleep at the drop of a hat, whether you’re under-caffeinated at your office or overeating popcorn at the movies. In high school, I would literally fall asleep sitting in class (what was with 7am attendance?!).

One of the places where I struggle to stay awake every morning is on the train to work. My commute is painfully long, and I usually only have time to drink one cup of coffee before leaving the house (not my preferred three). I stay awake on the subway by playing games on my phone or reading, but almost every day I see somebody doze off, their head falling to their neighbor’s shoulder before jolting awake from either embarrassment or a not-so-smooth train ride.

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Last week, a mega-hot guy who was clearly overworked dozed off a number of times in the packed train car, and his head landed on my shoulder more than once. I had no complaints…in a city where everyone can seem so cold, it’s a gentle reminder of humanity.

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missed connections, the latest

missed connections

Years ago, I remember coming across an article in the New York Times featuring an illustrator who became inspired by everyone’s favorite section on Craigslist–the “missed connections.” I was in my early years of high school at this point, and was immediately enthralled by this concept. I’ve said before that I’m a hopeless romantic, and it was (and still is) so endearing to me that someone could be captivated enough by a passing stranger to write an anonymous note to them on the Internet.

Even now, whenever I see a handsome stranger in line with me at Starbucks, or notice someone’s stare lingering on me while I play Tetris on the 4 train, I ponder this idea of the “missed connection.” As I’ve gotten older, I’ve also realized how small the world really is. I mean, people say “it’s a small world” all the time, but it really is pretty damn small. Everyone knows somebody, or somebody who knows somebody else, or somebody who knows that somebody. In an era where every answer can be found with a few clicks and keywords, where everybody is constantly connecting and networking, how is it possible that any interaction isn’t “meant to be?”

Anyone see that movie Serendipity? It’s super corny, but the premise is the same–though it’s the pre-iPhone era when the Internet was still up-and-coming. Two people meet when they’re fighting over a pair of gloves at Bloomingdale’s, and Kate Beckinsale is totally obsessed with the concept of fate. She and John Cusack run all over NYC having a good old romantic time (ice skating, frozen hot chocolate, etc.), and when it’s time to part ways, she writes her phone number on a $10 bill before spending it. You get it–if their relationship is meant to be, that $10 will find its way back to Mr. Cusack.

Anyway, enough of my rambling. The point of this post is to introduce a new series on the blog: my missed connections. I see enough hot guys everyday and spend a lot of time thinking they’re my soulmates, so now I’m going to share them with all of you.

*Also, this is a chance for YOU to contribute to New York Is My Boyfriend! Send in your missed connection and I will (probably) feature it right here.

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death by apartment hunting

I think it was Carrie Bradshaw who said that everyone in New York is always looking for either a job, a boyfriend, or an apartment. Or something like that. You all know I’ve been looking for a boyfriend, but my most recent crisis is finding a new place to live. The lease is up on my Bronx college apartment next month, so I’m frantically searching for something that lives up to my (way too high) expectations. After four years of living with roommates, I was hoping to be able to find an affordable studio apartment so I could fly solo, but that doesn’t seem to be happening. How TF did Carrie do it?

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Most of my classmates are from the tri-state area, so they’re able to move back home and commute to NYC. Unfortunately, I don’t have that option–this is the only time I’ll ever regret not being from New Jersey. To make matters worse, many of the places I’ve found are only available for the rest of the summer, and since I need a July move-in date, I’m feeling pretty screwed. And what is with people having cats? I’m super allergic (plus terrified of litter boxes), and every other apartment listing on Craigslist says “must love cats.” If it’s not a cat, it’s a fourth floor walk-up. Or a $100 credit check. Or a 15% broker fee.

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Like, I’ve given up on having an exposed brick wall and a walk-in closet–but why is it so difficult to find a room big enough for my twin-sized bed and bureau without borrowing money from my parents? If you have any tips or need a roommate (I cook! I bake! I make great cocktails! I always have wine!) hit me up ASAP.

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