I’d known since I was five, when my parents forced me to move to California, that I was going to live in New York eventually, and that everything in between was just a horrible intermission. I’d spent those sixteen years imagining what New York was going to be like. I thought it was going to be the most exciting, magical, fraught-with-possibility place you could ever live in; a place where if you really wanted something, you might be able to get it; a place where I’d be surrounded by people I was dying to be with. And I turned out to be right.

-Nora Ehpron (Writer and Film maker)

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Are you a realist or a romantic?

Stephanie:  He said, "Yeah, I'd Fuck that."
Me: Oh, that's…
Stephanie:  What?
Me: Well I would prefer he said something like, "Man, I'd hold hands with that" or "Damn, I'd grow old with that."
Stephanie: ….

This is what happens when a realist and a romantic talk about relationships.  The truth is, it's difficult to still believe in romance in a city where people jack off on you in the subway.

Side note: whenever we see a cute guy now we say something along the lines of, "DAMN…I'd play scrabble with that."


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