Settling down in Manhattan is like trying to jump onto a train that’s moving at 80 MPH.
You steady yourself, aim, and JUMP….
…Then BOOOM you fall headfirst back into the dirt.
It sucks having to pick yourself up and try again. So far I’ve been on about eight job interviews — some went well, some went no where, some blew up in my face.
But the beauty about Manhattan is that trains don’t stop. They’re always coming around…so there’s always a chance to try again.
Dating here works like that too. Luckily, I’m fairly skilled at jumping on moving dating trains. I’m smart enough to avoid oncoming train wrecks. I’ve figured out which part of the tracks to stay on (Midtown, Village, FiDi if you like “suits”). Hell, I’ve graffitied my name on a car or two and kissed the conductor goodbye.

But sooner or later the train your riding disappears because all people in Manhattan work like hell… Schedules clash, texts go unanswered, people get busy. It sucks.
But lo and behold, another train. This one is coming from Washington Heights and headed down Broadway. I wonder where it will take me?….
Oh, by the way that last train that I was on is taking a detour to New Hampshire. It’ll be back around this weekend.
….Steady, Aim, JUMP

