That’s Stella

I am having a blast right now. Admittedly a lot of the fun that’s been had revolves around rounds of gin and tonics, seeing lots of bands, discovering bars in my favorite PM area - the Lower East Side - and meeting lots of silly boys and making new friends.

Last night I went to this great HBO party. There was free booze and it was really easy to wind up in a conversation with randoms. My girl friend and I were at the bar and I ended up talking to this cute Edward Norton look alike next to me and his friend. I had seen Ed earlier in the night and well, I love to milk my accent as much as I can - it’s a novelty here. He and his friend certainly loved it. Hah! Anyway, three hours later, I’m still at the bar talking to Ed, and the bar is shutting down, the lights are coming up and everyone is slowly shuffling out. We end up walking to the West Village and having a really late dinner at this BBQ joint. Conversation was amazing and had substance. Every band I mentioned, he knew and loved (!!!!). We talked about the perfect ‘other half’ and I told him - all I wanted was a guy who could look after me and had good taste in music so he’d be my gig buddy. He joked it was impossible. That all guys who had my music taste tended to be starving artists and all guys that could ‘look after me’ had bad taste and worked on Wall St. He said he was the only guy I’d meet who could fulfill both criteria…. but he was taken! I should’ve known. Ed was way too much of a catch to be single. Really good looking. Had a creative well paid job. Had similar interests. Deep and meaningful. Passionate and had a point of view. It would’ve been too easy to get together with him.

When the restaurant asked us to leave, we walked outside and stood on the corner of the street and it was awkward. It was 2am, and I had just spent 6 hours with this guy. I didn’t expect us to swap numbers. I don’t know what I wanted. I didn’t want it to be goodbye forever? We hugged and he kissed me on the cheek and well it was really fucking sad to say goodbye to this really seemingly perfect guy who I wouldn’t see again. This guy who in any other situation, had he been single, I’m sure it would’ve gone further than it did.

As I walked home, I wondered if I would meet another guy just as great as Ed. I thought about New York and how strange this city was. How New York could bring together so many strangers, but how many of them you would actually get along with, how many would you actually have a connection with…