Something special seems to happen in New York this time every year. I wouldn't go so far to say that love is in the air...more like lust. It's like we're all walking around with a dirty little secret and we're none too good about hiding it. The energy is palpable in condensed areas like, say, the long B train ride from Brooklyn to Manhattan where you find yourself gazing a li-tt-le too long at that strapping hunk of man's bicep gripping the subway pole (I mean, was he trying to flex and show off?? Sheesh!) or in that nutso-busy Starbucks in the morning where waiting for your coffee with a group of strangers now somehow feels a little naughty and slightly uncomfortable and why not chat up that double tall latte for a brief moment before the nice guy who serves you coffee everyday noticeably pulls the undressing-with-the-eyes move? As he hands you your Americano and his eyes skim over your body, your heart thumps a little harder, a flush rushes to your face, beads of sweat form at the top of your brow - there is something awakened in you... It might just be the anticipation of that sweet, sweet caffeine but I'd like to look at it in a more romantic way, thank you. One of the reasons why it's so blissful this time of year is because we know it is so fleeting. It has been a loooong road for New Yorkers (Winter) to get here and we are damned well going to enjoy every minute of it. Spring in NYC doesn't even really start until mid-April (right now) and we will be lucky if it stretches past mid-May before the stickiness sets in. March totally doesn't count.
It's like if March were a boyfriend, he'd totally be the headtrippy kind who is warm and sweet one day and cold as ice the next. You wouldn't know what to expect from him and he'd be playing GAMES the entire time....blowing you off with his pissy attitude all week and then sucking you back in with sugar, sweet sunshine and a bunch of flowers. A March dude is a prick. And you should leave his ass. Yeah, you think he will change...we all do....every year. He's just so chock-full of potential. But the fact is, that fucker is a player! Hey - as long as you know what you're getting yourself into...I just say, you're gonna get hurt. An April man on the other hand really comes through. He's the type who may be a little reserved at first, a little reticent to completely open up but once he does....BAM! He knocks it out of the park. Man, is he worth it. Yes, you've got to hold out a little for him to fully blossom, but if you put in the work, girls, he's a winner. Rarely does an April man disappoint. Every day just gets better and better. Then there is May. Now this fella is a LO-VER. It's woo-city nearly every day with this guy. He just knows how to romance a lady and does everything right. He's always in a great mood and he smells AWESOME. He's the kind of guy you have a hard time leaving to go to work in the morning or the store or the bathroom. A May man can hypnotize you willingly, have all your friends wondering where you've disappeared to all month, charm your neighbors and still come off like an upstanding gentleman. Even on those few days where he might be a little off, you can easily forgive him because you know not every day can be PERFECT. It doesn't get any better than that! No wonder there are so many weddings in June.
So, it's no coincidence that this is the time of year I have typically met people. But for some reason I'm still not fully there. I still have no desire to go back to Internet dating (partly because I'm a little shell-shocked from my last experience) regardless of some recent responses. I should really update my profile if I did decide to do that anyway...I noticed Smarty Pants has. (hey - he checked mine out too!) I was trying to figure out if he had changed some of his answers in response to our relationship, like - "looking for a woman who knows exactly what she wants" and "willing to talk about the future" and "enjoys being emotionally available". That's what I'd do. But he just added some recent pics and changed up his book preferences. I'm fairly certain he's thrown himself back in already, as he should. It'll take me a little bit more time. Maybe May is my month. Too bad May doesn't last all year. But then it wouldn't be so special, I suppose. Yeah, I could really use a May man. There's nothing like getting swept off your feet in Spring.
