At this time last year, I was running down 51st Street to catch up to Josie.
We had gone out for drinks at Druids, and had awkwardly said our goodbyes at the corner of 51st and 10th Avenue. After taking a few steps, I decided the proper thing to do was to walk her home, hence my dash to catch up to her.
It was our first date.
Rock On,
Aitch
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"I was running down 51st street..."
Sounds like the opening of a New Yorker article.
In spite of that, congratulations.
"I was running down 51st street..."
Sounds like the opening of a New Yorker article.
In spite of that, congratulations.
hey sinisterdan,
the closest i'll ever get to The New Yorker is someone writing on my blog "Sounds like the opening of a New York article."
But thanks.
Rock On,
Aitch
Did you at least shake her hand on 51st and 10th?!?
good man. my sister always said to dump a guy if he didn't walk you home. of course, my now-husband walked me home on our first date. good beginnings.
hey anonymous,
firmly.
hey molly,
i always tried to, though tough in city...but anyone i couldn't walk home, i'd ask to call me when they got home so i knew they were ok...of course, i had no idea what i would do if they didn't call me, and didn't pick up phone.
rock on,
aitch
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