New York City is the perfect place to meet people who will remind you of the lesson you have already learned before, but you kind of forgot.
I met this girl, let’s call her Elisabeth. Neither of us recall exactly how we got along. All we know is, that it was late at night, we were in a gay bar, we were both beyond tipsy, and our lips met each other in a more or less hopeless place.
Then the new day has come, I woke up, realizing, that I cannot recall a thing. Confused and intimidated I whispered, “Where am I?”
She replied, “Don’t worry, you are on the Upper East Side”.
Well, now at least I knew my geographical location, but I still couldn’t figure, who is this gal, and why I ended up going to her place.
One look at her and I figured, she wasn’t bad looking, but perhaps not totally my type. Was I that horny? Desperate? Or maybe It is not only about the type, sometimes it’s about timing (let’s believe so), or just, more or less, lucky coincidence.
Anyways, right after I established my position, I realized I have just missed my collage exam, and therefore I am going on the downward spiral straight to the lifestyle, I am going to regret soon. I kept talking to myself silently “shit, shit, shit. Get your life together. Stop drinking, stop waking up at random people’s apartments, I beg you… stop partying on the nights before morning exams, and generally, just stop, and get your shit together!” I didn’t know what “having my shit together” should look like, but I had the intuition, that most likely, should not look like that.
The girl was confused with my confusion, and kept watching my morning breakdown, slowly getting her shit together, at least in her own apartment, owning a job, brushing her teeth. Her shit was definitely a notch higher up together then mine.
I don’t know why, perhaps she was into me, or maybe I was just a convenient drinking buddy, she invited me for a boozy brunch. And I don’t know why, was I into her, or kept drinking was just the most reasonable idea at this point, I said yes to a brunch. We get along pretty well together, especially after couple more mimosas. And as an outcome of that, we came back to her place and had sex on the carpet. My knees were ruined, but the sex was pretty good.
The day after, she missed me already, or maybe I was just a convenient booty call, so we repeated the carpet thing, plus the couch thing, and the bed thing. And it was great.
After few other great evenings and nights, we got breakfast together in the neighborhood diner. I was all over Elisabeth. She had strong and independent personality, as well as a cute look. I didn’t know is it a lesbian thing, or just my thing or just something in the Upper East Side air, but I was craving to kiss her in that diner more, then eating my pancakes. The pancakes got cold, and Elisabeth seemed cold too. She was distant. Her body language indicated, that she values her personal space a lot in this moment. But I couldn’t resist. I leaned toward her and tried to steal a kiss. She pulled away, and I got a bit confused. I know we’ve just met, and some people don’t like to show affection in public, but was that just it? It made me wonder.
Elisabeth told me not to do that again, and I asked her if I may know why?
She said, “We are on Upper East, this is my neighborhood, you know…I prefer to keep it private.”
I asked her if she is in the closet or something, but she denied. I didn’t think she was. That was not that. I respected her wish, but I have to admit I felt slightly rejected. Maybe because of how intensely our small thing was moving, and I thought that excitement I felt was mutual.
I asked her if I take her on the Upper West next time would she kiss me. She smiled and blushed. And then I knew, it was not the side of the park that stopped her lips. Some people are just private, which could be the case too, but some people just don’t like you enough, to kiss you where they eat their breakfast on the weekends.
I’ve met myself today eating my cold breakfast with this hot chick, who didn’t want to kiss me. Realizing again that she (or other people in the past) is just not that in to me. And no side of the park will be a good excuse to cover that.
😅🥞