the L train

Deeeep breath. Ok. Remember that guy I mentioned last time we e-spoke? You know, the one I wept over while listening to Taylor Swift and painting my bathroom? Well, eleven weeks on, I think I'm almost-maybe ready to discuss the situation with you a bit more in-depth. I swear I won't cry. Hard.

Life as a 20-something singleton in New York City is often boorish but never, ever boring.