There’s so much happening in the world, and New Yorkers are on edge, with all of those red terror warnings, orange terror warnings. I work in Times Square. Sometimes I feel like a sitting duck.
But about the whole “when it rains it pours” thing …
I stated categorically to my friend Brooke last week that I wanted a man to pursue ME. I was SICK of pursuing them. It never works. Well, as we all know, 5 minutes later, man from Iran appears and says, “I want to pursue you. I would like to take you out as soon as possible.”
Amusing. Well, in the days since then, 2 ex-flames have called me out of the clear blue sky saying, “Hey, I’m in New York for a couple of days … let’s get together!” These are men I have no contact with in my normal every-day life, not that the relationships ended badly, or anything. It’s just they are from my far past. It’s over and done. But boom, boom … I got two calls. So now, in one damn week: I have a date with Iranian man, a date with old flame #1, and a get-together-with-drinks date with old flame #2.
Actually, I was on the phone with one of them, and one of the other three buzzed in. The entire thing is ludicrous, I take none of it seriously, and I am laughing at my own life.
I better watch what I say from now on!
So I’m having a lot of fun, and having a lot of personal-drama, as the terror-warnings keep pouring in, and the colors continue to hover between red and orange.
