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After J and I agreed to live dorm-style in a single bedroom (just until another room in said apartment opened up), we decided to go furniture shopping. We’d both ordered full-size beds—yes, this room was so big that two full-size beds fit comfortably—and two standing clothing racks, since one tiny closet was definitely not enough for the both of us. So, we were on a hunt for… well, everything else. We went to my favorite...
Despite the fact that I kissed J at our company’s Christmas party, we remained friends. In fact, we never even talked about the kiss—I think he assumed it was just a drunken mistake on my part. I wasn’t sure what it was. I knew that I’d wanted to do it. And, if I’m honest now, I was pretty sure that I wanted to do it again. All the same, we pretended that we’d never kissed....
I first met J two years ago. It was six or so months into my relationship with AJ, but we got through the “honeymoon phase” (if you can even call what we had a honeymoon phase) long before. I was hosting at a restaurant then. I went to the employee bathroom in the basement, passed through the downstairs lounge (which wasn’t open yet), and there he was—filling out paperwork at Table 62. Two other servers...
It happened at the 2016 Christmas Party. To be fair, it was February of 2017: The restaurant where I was working took its time pulling the party together, and finally we picked a place (a live piano karaoke bar) and a date (the first week of February). When we showed up, the back room was reserved just for us, and Valentine’s Day paraphernalia littered the tables. The second I walked in, the restaurant’s head of...
Last week, a mysterious package arrived at my door. The package itself wasn’t mysterious: It was just a brown cardboard box, medium-sized, sent to my address, APARTMENT 33 written in all capital letters across the top—but there was no name attached. There are five of us in a five-bedroom/three-bathroom: two straight roommates, two gay, and then of course me. “What do we do?” one of the straight roommates asked. Three of us stared at the...
A few weeks ago, I went to The Grace Hotel on 45th Street for one of Guy Social’s pool parties. It was still freezing outside, but indoors the pool was heated, and I was itching to pretend it was summer. Hidden beneath my jeans was a Nathan Ayon Pink Tease swimsuit. I call it my Slutty Barbie speedo, since the front is hot pink and the back is mesh. Nathan’s a friend of mine, and...
Flash forward: one year later. AJ and I break up; I go home with a stranger; I have two-second sex with an old friend I ran into at The Ritz. (What a fucking recap.) And then, after all of that, C reaches out to see how I’m doing. When he did, I honestly wasn’t sure. I was working on some of the best writing I’d done in years, but a lot of it was coming...
Flash forward: one year later. One night, I decided to Facebook stalk C. I gathered that he was still single, was a chef at a new restaurant and moved to Hell’s Kitchen. I thought about our date, how I never called him afterward or gave him any explanation. I wondered if he wanted closure; I wondered if I wanted closure. So I sent him a message that we should get a drink at Vodka Soda....
Flashback: two years ago. AJ (my most recent ex) and I had been on several dates, but he was being standoffish. I couldn’t tell if he was playing hard to get or if he didn’t like me at all. He really upset me when one of his best friends was visiting from out of town, and he specifically told me I couldn’t go out with them. So, instead, I went on a date. Enter C,...
Things were not good after The Ex Fiance found out I sent a “sexy” photo to another guy. Which, fair enough. No, I didn’t cheat on him with his best friend or anything like that, but sure. I sent someone a photo with intent to excite, while in a committed relationship (with someone who wasn’t paying any attention to me). One night, his friend Mar invited us both out for drinks in Hell’s Kitchen. I...