If this city didn't have 8 million people, I would've run into you by now and articulated with laconic speech and genuine charm how you caught me during a funny crux in my life; explained away that angry tirade I made on your bed about hipsters being dead (http://newyork.timeout.com/articles/features/4840/why-the-hipster-must-die). While I've kept busy and upbeat, the thought of you still tugs at me here and there some months later.
In my last email it was hard not to sound petulant. And curses to John Cusack in "Say Anything" for holding a radio above his head outside Ione Sky's window and teaching kids like me that persistence was a good thing.
That about sums up my thoughts on this damp Thursday morning.
"Dude, you romanticize the old days too much! There were always games... It's just that women had less choice about who to pick."