"Update" NYC

Rescue Me

Fairytales. They are instilled in our childhood’s right from the beginning. We all know that when we here those magic words, “Once upon a time…” that we are in for an adventure and that all will be calm in the kingdom by the time we reach the end of the book. I got to thinking about the formula for these fairytales. There is the princess that somehow-someway gets herself into some kind of predicament and then she has to sit and wait for the prince to get off his ass, slay some dragons and rescue her from her situation, then and only then can they live happily ever after. Which got me thinking about fairytales and being rescued and how intertwined they are and then I thought…Will we ever be rescued from ourselves?

Last Monday started off not on the right foot. I woke up with a head cold, I think between the previous weekend of house parties, bar crawls with tater tots and babysitting that I had officially ran my body down to the ground. However, I was determined to get rid of the cold by midweek and so I brought out the big guns to tackle this cold…green tea, Zicam and Dayquil. It worked like a charm because by the time Wednesday rolled around, I was almost back to my healthy self again.

My main reason for wanting to speed up the healing process was that I was to be having a date on Wednesday with someone new. We had been chatting for about a month, then Mr. G. came into the picture and like the guy with the halitosis, I put everyone on the back burner, since I don’t like to juggle. My date was nice enough to want to get together and so after a few messages back and forth, we decided to give each other our phone numbers. We had met on OKCupid and this one actually seemed like a normal one, which was why I gave out my number to begin with. After a few text messages back and forth, he did something that is almost unheard of these days…he wanted to talk on the phone.

We talked on the phone in the beginning of last week and by the end of the conversation, he was asking me when I was free to meet up for a drink. I told him that Wednesday would work for me, he was also free and so we agreed that was when we would finally have our first meeting. A few more text messages from when we spoke to Wednesday and then it was finally the day of our date.

That Wednesday morning he sent a text asking if I had time to chat. He had worked a 24 hour shift and was on his way home to get some much needed rest. We confirmed our date and I told him I would text him the exact address of where we were meeting. I chose the wine bar, The Otherroom, for two reasons…One: I hadn’t been there in ages. Two: It is located on my favorite street in all of Manhattan which is Perry Street.

Finished up with work, a quick workout and I was headed downtown to meet him. I wasn’t nervous but it would be my first time going on a date with someone of his profession. You see, as I mentioned earlier about people being rescued this man does it for a living. He is a fireman. New York’s Bravest as they say. It would be my first time going on a date with a fireman. I’ve been on dates with all those “ideal” or “fantasy” careers…the doctor, the lawyer, the pilot and the cop but this was going to be my first date with a fireman. As I was in the cab heading to the village, I get a text from him that he is already waiting for me at the bar. I told him I was five minutes away and when I arrived, there he was…smile and all.

Much to my relief and surprise, he not only looked like his photos but he actually looked better in person. We gave each other a hug, made small talk and then order a beer for him and a glass of rose for me. Our conversation instantly began to flow. There was never an awkward silence and unfortunately I can’t reveal too much on him. He asked that I respect his privacy given his profession and of course I will honor that. So, I will share what I can and that is, he was a perfect gentleman. He asked me questions just as much as I asked him questions. He is a bit of a thrill seeker in regards to snowboarding, zip lining and doing many adventurous things. My ideal of thrill seeking is wondering if I will make rent the following month or seeing if I can cram anything else into my closet. However, it was his passion when talking about his career that really got me. He just took it so seriously and after many years of doing what he does, he still has that zest for it.

We actually talked for several hours and even shared more than we both were planning on to, especially for a first date. During the date, he did say he would like to see me again and mentioned a few times what a nice time he was having. I agreed with him on both points. I am open to seeing him again and I had myself a really nice time. After we finished paying the bill, we talked about when our schedules would allow us to see each other again and left it open ended with the potential of this week or sometime after Labor Day. Since he drove into the city, I walked him to his truck, gave him a hug and by the time I got home there was a text message from him telling me what a nice time he had. Since then, we have kept in touch with each other by text messaging. Whether or not there will be a second date has still yet to be scheduled but I certainly wouldn’t see any reason why there couldn’t be another one.

Friday came and I was ready, like so many out there, for the weekend. My plans were to do the laundry, gym and then meet a friend for an early dinner followed by dancing. I managed to stick with my plans and after the laundry and the gym; I met my friend at his new apartment. It just so happens that he moved only a block away from me and after a major process to get to the city…he finally made his way to living here. A quick tour of his apartment and we were on our way to, Eatery, for dinner. Over the meal, as we sat outside, it was one of those evenings in the city where there wasn’t a hint of humidity in the air and everyone just seemed to be in excellent spirits. As we sat and talked, I just went on a tangent for my love of the city. He asked how I could still love it here after all these years and all I could compare it to be is like a first love. No matter what happens in our present or our future…you never forget your first love. That is how I feel about the city, that first love, that love that not only made you feel incredible but also has the power to break your heart at times. But no matter how many times I may have fallen down, the city has always been here to pick me up off the concrete. It is nice to see someone seeing the city with a fresh new pair of eyes. We finished our meal, hugged and I had to make my way down to the East Village to meet another group of friends.

I arrived at Parkside Lounge on the Lower East Side around 9:30. The plan was to start there and then head over to the bar, Bedlam, to dance to 80’s and 90’s music. After a few shots of tequila at Parkside, we were all ready to burn off a little steam. We get to Bedlam and after one more shot of tequila and a beer we were all dancing the great ones, Salt N Pepa, Bell Biv Devoe and of course…Madonna. Finally around 2:30 a.m. we all decided to call it a night and got in cabs.

The next day, I was not hungover. It would be the first Saturday in a very long time where I woke up feeling energized and good about all my choices from the previous night. Given this new found feeling, I decided to take advantage and I cleaned the apartment, purged out clothes I hadn’t worn in a year and it felt great getting a fresh start to things. Later on that evening, I decided to meet up with an old coworker and his partner at their apartment for wine and snacks. I was determined to wake up hangover free again and that is exactly what happened. I woke up yesterday feeling great.

I managed to squeeze in a yoga session before heading to Brooklyn to babysit my friend’s one year old son while she prepared her house for she was hosting our first annual: Cook Off. Everyone was in agreement to bring an ingredient and cook an amazing dish. All except for me and another friend who can’t cook at all, I was on baby duty while the others chopped, blended and did all these cooking terms I don’t really know anything about. The food was amazing, the wine glass was always full and everyone was having a fantastic time. The time did manage to fly quickly for before we knew it, it was past 11 and so we all started ordering cars to take us back to the city. I went to bed last night full and happy.

As kids we never think to ask what happens next when we read, “And they lived happily ever after.” We just assume that the prince and princess marry; they bang out a few kids and redecorate the castle every few years. In these fairytales and even in real life, there will come a time when we simply can’t rely on anyone else to rescue us. It is up to us to save, protect and take care of ourselves. Knowing that no matter how bad things can get on this crazy road called life; that rescuing our own selves can result in one of the greatest” happily ever after” that was ever told.


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