LIVING SINGLE IN NYC
by Liz Magee
|Maybe I'll find the next "him" here.--credit|
So, I thought I had done it. I thought I had found a potential him. I was early for my class and he was alone in the room – editing. We exchanged awkward hellos, and established that I was a writer looking to build my portfolio, and he was an editing intern there. It was apparent that he was attracted to me since he immediately offered to help edit and film my comedy sketches. I thought to myself, “Wait. This guy has never read or seen anything I've ever done. He must only want to sleep with me.”
Once class was dismissed, I caught him lounging in the common area. I walked over to a nearby vending machine and pretended to peruse the options, although I had no intention of buying anything. Almost immediately, he got the hint. Suddenly, we had each other’s numbers and a potential plan to meet up later that evening.
|I had no intention of getting anything from the vending machine aside from his attention.|
I wasn’t a fan of the use of a "Z" where an "S" should be. Sure, it’s a playful tactic, and, I’ll admit I’ve stooped as low as to use a few “lolz” in my day, but always ironically. With the hope that he was intentionally being ironic and not blatantly immature, I agreed to meet him at this Lower East Side bar he had been dying to try called the Double Down Saloon. Everyone who's ever been here knows that the Double Down is a dive bar. For any NYC dive bar, you can expect a grungy, worn and tattered interior complete with graffiti galore and bathrooms that don't lock – you’re lucky if they even close properly. But, the drinks are cheap! Therefore, New York City dive bars stand strong.
|At a dive bar, you're lucky if you can find a bathroom stall that actually closes. One that locks? Forget about it.--credit|
I asked the bartender, “What’s A** Juice?”
She replied, “What do ya think?”
I ordered a Yuengling.
I wasn’t even half way through my beer when he decided that asking if I've ever been with another woman would be a good conversation starter. It wasn’t. He also thought it would be a good idea to show me the doodles he'd drawn during his unpaid internship. It wasn’t.
|Beyonce is much more than "okay."--credit|
With that, I left the bar and made my way back to Astoria alone.
I haven’t seen that guy since, nor have I returned to the home of the A** Juice and scary skeletons.