LOVE SCENE INVESTIGATION
I have a love story I’m just bursting to share. I had just moved to Park Slope, Brooklyn and joined the organic Food Coop there. I was racing from my 6:00 am monthly Coop workslot to the R train to go to work. I was walking really fast and I broke my heel! I didn’t just break it — I lost my balance and tumbled into trash cans put out on the sidewalk for trash day. The contents of my tote bag flew into the gutter and my legs ended up over my head. Compounding the problem? A booming male voice asked if I was okay and powerful male hands hoisted my tail out of Oscar the Grouch’s home. Beet red I was. Handsome and laughing he was. I think I found my husband. Six weeks of brunches and rollerblading later, I still think so.
Dude! All the ladies magazines say never to go out of the house without makeup while wearing sweatpants. But I was moving from Greenwich Village up to Murray Hill. The last few fragile items, back and forth. I was a sweaty New York August mess. No makeup, dirty grey sweat pants, sweaty t-shirt, sweaty face. I was trundling down 26th street off 3rd Avenue when I dropped a stuffed lion wearing my college team colors. I couldn’t manage to stoop down low enough to puck my baby lion from the gutter and ended up toppling to the sidwalk on my bum. Somebody started snickering at my failed acrobatics. I looked up and saw Jake. He stuck his hand out to help me up with my burdens. And he placed my lion on top. I said, “Don’t laugh — it has sentimental value. I got it at the only game the Lions won while I was undergrad.” He said, “Oh, I was at that game. The Tigers beat you 20 to 12.” We both growled our team growls. Um, yeah. So we went out later for hot wings and March Madness. We’ve been together three months now.
You’re just doing you. You’re in a great mood. Life is moving right along. Like a train, you pause at a random station and hey, some guy would like to *ahem* join you. The universe bes like that sometimes. And sometimes that is a very good thing.
Be clean. Be well put-together. Have style even in simple jeans, t-shirt and ballet flats.
Take care of yourself well. Eat, sleep, exercise, wear sunscreen.
Be confident. You are the best you around.
Show a bit of body curve.
Feature one lovely body part. Cleavage, great hair, pedicure, smile OR derriere. Not all at the same time. Less is more.
Love life and you might just find someone to help you love it more. ;-)