We landed yesterday in New York City and my very first experience once we step outside the hotel was walk by three well dressed dudes (they were probably visiting as well, but nonetheless), and it all happened at once. The wind blew, my hair took flight, my skin looked gracefully chill and I caught the glance of the third guy walking by us. He was tall, lean, handsomely scarfed with some bespoke wire framed glasses. He smiled at me as he passed and I blushed. I mean, he was GORGEOUS. So I took about three step and looked over my shoulder, just cause, and saw that he was looking back at me. I giggled and whipped around, stunned. That rom com, meet cute bullshit NEVER happens to me, so what did I do? I took seven more steps and looked back one more time and sure as fuck, this boy, this fine as hell man, was looking at back at me smiling, like I was some dream he remember before. I held his gaze a moment longer before catching up with my mom cause after all I’m here for her birthday. But I tell you what. THAT was refreshing. THAT was unforgettable. THAT was my first experience of this trip to New York City.
My God, I hope I see you again, Man of My Day Walking Dreams.