Wanting a Boy to Like You

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We finally got to The Cape Cod House at 1:30 in the morning. Exhausted, excited and delirious we walked through the wooded front yard to the door.

He greeted us with a beer in hand.

“Hey guys! How was the trip up!? Welcome to the house. Everyone is in the kitchen. Go get a drink!”

That’s T? He’s taller than I thought he would be and kind of cute. That thick Jersey accent … what a dork.  

I scoped the room to see who else I could flirt with this weekend. Two of the guys were taken. There was another guy who wasn’t really my type. A girl sat next to T. She looked like she was into him.

I guess he’s out. That’s disappointing.

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Talking to Strangers

jeremy_norton_illustration___strange_girl_by_jeremynorton-d7yokifIt was a windy Friday morning. I was on the train platform with my oversized bag of rolling purple luggage.

There was someone staring at me. She looked no older than 18. She wore glasses and was quite thin. It looked like she wanted to say something to me. I didn’t move an inch.

“Going somewhere?”

She had a whimsical voice. I looked up at her. She looked alone. Like she needed someone to talk to.

“I’m going to Cape Cod.”

“I’ve never been there”

“Either have I”

Awkward silence

“I’m sorry I really didn’t mean to start conversation.”

“That’s okay. I’m friendly, I don’t mind.”

We sat together on the train. She told me about her internship and her college studies, her family, her boyfriend. I talked a bit. She talked more and kept apologizing about talking so much.

At one point she pulled out a stick of deodarant and swiped some under her arms. She was a little eccentric and a few years older than I thought she was. She told me how people are usually very mean to her and that I was nice. At one point she almost had me tearing up.

So when she asked me for my phone number, I thought it was a little personal but it might be okay. I gave it to her along with my last name. She claimed to know my sister. I thought they may have been high school friends and deemed her as “safe.”

She usually took the subway to work but since I walk, she decided to walk with me. We got on the escalator. I tried to maneuver my footing with my rolling luggage and was a little disoriented. She held out her hand to me and said, “it’s okay, I got you.” I thought this was nice but a little much. Like something I would have done a decade earlier. I said no thanks.

We got to my block, I gave her a hug. I got to my office and noticed I had a white deodorant stain on my black cardigan. I had a text from her saying she got to work safe. And every day after that I received texts from her wishing me a good time in Cape Cod. And I also had Facebook notifications for posts of a comic we had chatted about. Then I had Facebook messages along with more text messages asking what time my train would be the next day.

I only answered her once.

 

Why You Shouldn’t Let an Emo Kid Judge Your Life

IMG_20150914_122753It was the end of Summer and my friend invited me to go crabbing with her boyfriend and his friend. As we walked down to the dock she warned me that her boyfriend’s friend was a bit strange. She mentioned not liking his long, greasy hair or the bizarre relationship he had recently gotten out of. She also told me he was once a heavy drug user but he had weaned himself off of the destructive habit.

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Having Trouble Attracting A Man? Wear Heels.

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When I wear heels I feel older, taller and more sophisticated. I also feel uncomfortable. Especially today.

As I walked into the back room in my gray platform booties I found myself at eye level with a salesman.

He does a double take before saying, “Oh, you’re tall today,”

“Yeah, I decided to wear heels.”

His wide brown eyes lit up in excitement. I could feel his bright stare going right through me.

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The Joy of Being A Child Tourist in New York

I stood waiting on the platform for the J train. A bald man approached me asking if the train stopped at Delancey Street. Unfamiliar with the area myself, I told him I’m not 100 percent sure but I hope so because that’s near where I was headed. We exchanged smiles and he walked over to the woman, her pig tailed daughter and another young girl with glasses. They all wore matching sneakers and carried umbrellas. All bundled up for the rainy dreary weather.

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When Your Date is Nearly Four Hours Late

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When I was dating my ex-boyfriend there was this guy, Peter, who would randomly pop up at group events. Maybe he would stay for an hour, or sometimes even less. If we were at a bar he’d always come out. After thirty minutes he’d always want to drive another forty minutes away to go to a better place. He’d ask if I wanted to come but I’d constantly decline the invite. Then he would disappear until I saw him the next time.

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It’s All Alright

Walking through the streets of Manhattan on a chilly night in March with a few friends I see a man on the sidewalk. He’s standing there slightly hunched over.

“IT’S ALL ALRIGHT. ITS ALL ALRIGHT,” he claps his hands as he yells these words again and again,

He’s slightly hunched over with white hair. As I grow closer I can see his eyes are completely white. He looks so happy I feel an urge to join along in his song.

The group I’m with switches to the other section of the sidewalk, they all walk quickly, scattered away from this kooky Black man and his silly song.

I move closer to him, “It’s all alright!!” I shout loudly as I clap my hands.

His head turns, his white eyes look right at me. “It’s all alright!!”

I got nervous. Screamed and scurried away.