Defeated you head back up town toward home in Hell’s Kitchen, still just enough dinginess left in the neighborhood that it makes you feel like it has some city cred. You head downstairs to The Hold Fast and carve out a corner of the bar. There’s something about the light of a NY basement bar. Dim, yellow, and soft, it makes the girl seated in the corner come alive. The bounce of her hair. The sway of her dress and it’s almost indecent neckline. You’re smitten.

Eight months later you’re wandering the waterfront of Long Island City walking her Pomeranian with her. It’s all sweats and Uggs and five pounds that seem to have gone mostly to her plain face from here on in. In another two years you’ll take her back home to Iowa because you got an in-house role at The Hartford. You cried when their HR recruiter called with the offer.

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