Apologies for the hibernation. It’s been way too long and to be completely frank, I can’t stand the thought that I haven’t written anything for a long period of time.
Things that need to be said in order to fill in the blanks that were the last three months? Summer ’09 in Vancity was unforgettable. Skinny dipping. Beaches. Heat wave. An epic 21st birthday. Late nights. Hammocks. Rooftops. Spoiled silly. Every time I think of it I feel like somebody is sacking the balls of my heart. (Yes, my heart has balls.)
I am currently writing to you from my adopted Soho apartment in New York City. The trip here was spontaneous and unexpected — the best way to describe the city itself. Simply two homegirls visiting from Vancity invited me to tag along literally two hours prior to our bus departing Toronto. I will never regret the rash decision to come here, despite the lack of funds to really support this trip. I’m trying to do as many free things as possible, ha. Times Sq, the double decker tours, Statue of Liberty — been there, done that. I detest looking like a tourist, regardless of truly being one. I would rather get lost in Manhattan than to bust out my subway map in the middle of the sidewalk. Tah.
Man, New Yorkers, you people are livin’ the dream. I walked around my neighborhood last night and every single block was alive. Day time cafe’s turned into eclectic bars by night — people of all shapes, colors, sizes and smells. And it ain’t bad lookin’ either! People are fresh to death here. My eyes are constantly averting from one person to the next, and the thing that gets me, is how confident people rock their shit here. It’s not about what they’re actually adorned in, it’s the aura they exude and the energy they emit that makes you look extra long and extra hard. It’s f*ckin’ hot.
Men here are so forward. I almost don’t know how to take it. It’s one thing to holler at a chick, but damn, the men of New York do it with such suave and taste that I am nearly falling for it — even if they’re significantly older or wearing the wrong shoes! This one man asked me to stop in the middle of Little Italy while he was seated with another couple enjoying dinner on a restaurant patio. He then gave me a rose and him and his friend asked me to join them for a beer or straight vodka. If he wasn’t like, oh you know, 38 years old, I might’ve said yes! I also enjoyed the other gentlemen who had called me “Miss” and instead of advancing towards me with cheesy hollerations, they decided to take interest in my giant camera bag and monopod. I KNEW T.I. and Sisqo (the names of my cameras) would get me mad game. Lol.
Surprisingly, New Yorkers, although residing in the country of America, making them Americans, are quite friendly and approachable. TV just makes them all look like they’re a bunch of money schemers or hard as f*ck. Quite possibly it could also be my Canadian kindness softening their hearts. Either way, I ain’t hatin.