A recent New York story goes like this:
Boy sees girl in subway. Boy likes girl. Boy tries to 'catch' her amidst the sea of subway riders. Boy lost her. Can't stop thinking of her. The rosy cheeks. Flower in her hair.
Boy set up a website hoping to find her. Cynical New Yorkers (amazingly) comes to the rescue - www.nygirlofmydreams.com website gets passed on. Boy finds his girl.
Nah, I'm not really blogging this to romanticize the already oh-so-cute story but just to comment on how I relate such an incident to being so New York...
After having lived there for awhile, it is possibly one of the best things I like about the place; the mere randomness of it all and that there are enough crazy (as how some ppl would see it) or gutsy (as how I see it) people in New York that see something they like and would just go for it. Whether or not one succeed isn't the point. Most people where I come from will never get this. People are too afraid of falling, too afraid of failure; their wants or dreams become bitter, forgotten trails.
As for Patrick Moberg and his rosy-cheeked sheila, maybe they'll fall in love, have kids and grow old in a Park Slope apartment together. Or maybe they'll date, have hot sex on the kitchen floor and after few weeks, her cheeks won't seem as rosy as they were before. His skinny legs would be too skinny for her. Is all lost then? Of course not. At least he dared to dream and took his chances - and that is the difference between... someone I'd date and one I wouldn't? Hahahaa.
p/s: Funny thing is, I swear she works in this cafe called Bread near where I lived. The description fits - the rosy cheeks, braided hair, flower and all. But I guess I'll never know! And I even remember asking her if she was from Australia because of her accent and she said yes.
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