Suspicions of the Normal

Incredibly weird and emotionally unsettling.

Suddenly the girl who owns, albeit not proudly, this website suddenly meets someone – not online (I retired), not in a bar (so cliche), but at the type of place where I would want to meet someone at –  a private event at an art installation in the east village through a mutual acquaintance.

And so far, he’s done everything right. A straight shooter who didn’t stall, pretend not to be interested, and took me out on a date within a few days of meeting as opposed to having me wait in the penalty box until he was either no longer busy, or sick of “pretending” to be busy.

He followed me on my socials like he had nothing to hide and made thoughtful comments about my adventures. He blew past the point of infrequent text and casual plans and instead, inserted himself in to my life immediately.

And I talk in the past tense as if this was so long ago, yet in all actuality this is the stream of events as they are happening in this minute….and I’m completely panicking…

I asked my friend (the one who gave me this advice), Is this normal? Is this weird or out of the box? Is this what people DO?!”

(“And what the hell is with all the texts?!)

He said, “Yes, J. He sounds like he’s really into you. This is what people do when they meet someone they really like. It’s normal that he’s reaching out a lot. It sounds like you’re in to it too, so you should just go with it.”

And I want to.

I want to go with it, because even me, who often comes off as cold and aloft was immediately drawn to this person, this straight shooter who’s not playing games or creating drama and is simply putting in real, genuine effort because he’s interested.

I want to give him the benefit of the doubt.

I want to give him a break.

And I want to stop being suspicions that his intentions aren’t real, because evidently this is what people do…


Danger Ahead NY: Expect the Unexpected

NY is a dangerous place.

Yet when I say “dangerous,” I’m not talking about the crime or the unsavory that lurks at every corner, because quite honestly, gentrification stole that bite long ago.

I’m instead talking about the concept – “to expect the unexpected” as it applies to New York, where we all live and/or work on a small island with 8 million of our closest friends.

It’s a popular concept. We’ve all said it, thought it, or felt it whenever we’ve encountered something out of the ordinary (always something good, because when something bad happens, we instead modified this concept into the questions of, “What are the chances that something like this would happen?”) and of course one of the more popular variations that someone like me encounters on a regular basis comes in the form of, “It will happen when you least expect it.”

And all that may be true.

I’ve certainly experienced it.

But in NY, when it’s positively possible to closely encounter seemingly hundreds of strangers on a daily basis, do our chances of encountering the “unexpected” increase?

Do we increase our chances of “being” against the grain of the mundane simply because we as New Yorkers are around more people who are?

I’ve thought about this recently as I celebrated my first anniversary in the city.

I’ve thought about the people I’ve met and the new friends I’ve made – All creative, incredibly smart youths draw here as they look to make change – who I would not have met otherwise – who have challenged me in so many ways with their passion, drive and hope?!

These unexpected people who are truthfully in a class of  driven youths who run the big apple, most often not with money, but with dreams and ambition. And I’ve found that the more time I spend with this group of passionate(s?), all open to talking about their projects and ideas, the more likely something or someone interesting and unexpected can happen.

And sometimes you’ll meet someone unexpected and interesting through someone unexpected and interesting who happens to be…………

from Los Angeles??!!!!!!!!!!!!