another vodka on the rocks, sir

when you’re gorgeous, you must get a lot of dates. sitting and reading while simultaneously cruising in the union square starbucks, i can’t help but imagine the lives of these attractive men. at eleven is this guy who is wearing blinding aviators and wearing a scarf. he knows that you’re looking at him, so naturally, he feigns disinterest. “he looks like he could be from chelsea - maybe more soho. i want his scarf and to get in his pants. his rigidly crossed legs and familiar tight smirk make him look like a bitch. he’s probably a bitch”, i ramble to myself. at two is a couple on what is likely their first date. one is talking frantically. he’s flailing his arms and i can hear squealing through the music from my iPod. the other one is just sitting there, admiring him. he nods. his smile doesn’t seem to go away. i see myself in both of these guys. the first as myself on a first date, replacing awkward silences with incoherent and erratic topics. the other guy is me relaxed and joyous, like how i felt today, walking down fifth avenue with large bags from bergdorf goodman and smaller bags from wolford and dean & deluca. the sun was out and brought out the subtle gold in my jacket and brightened the sundry pinks i wore underneath. it was hot. plus, i played it up and swung my huge bags a lot.

i guess my life is pretty much what you would expect of it right now: flirting with guys everywhere, running between greenwich, the upper west side, midtown, and coney island. next week, i’ll be attending this jewelry show at van cleef & arpels. my editor says things like “marcus, take a note.” and “wait till you see my thong!” and “oh my god, i love this!”. the other interns are pretty great. there is a girl from cambridge university. her name is aisha, she wears daria glasses (from that episode where she breaks her glasses in trent’s van) and cute boleros and ponchos. another whose name is alexis. she’s perky artsy sweetheart. and chris. he wears circular-rimmed glasses and we talk about hot guys together. it’s pretty good.

saturday i move to the upper west side, finally. i’ve scouted the area. walk west one block and there is riverside, gorgeous as ever. the river, the stone monuments. walk one block east and there is broadway has everything you need. a greek restaurant with loud jewish women who love chocolate martinis and insist that friends new to the place try them. “you have to try one! MAKE SURE IT’S CHOCOLATE.” there are cute guys, families, girlfriends holding hands, spas and gym’s, zabar’s (probs one of the best features), the history museum - all tremendously inviting.