It's been a while since I've made an addition here. I've been distracted, busy and with few tics of the clock that I can dedicate for this purpose. But I do have a rant that has come to mind.On a Friday, about three weeks ago, the temps rose in New York enough to tease the promise of spring. It was a beautiful and delightful day. Although that one rise in temperatures was shortlived, it was nearly 80 degrees and Columbus Avenue did what it does best; it held its first evening parade of the year. It was there for anyone to watch. Al fresco. One could smell and practically touch pheromones in the air. Pheromones with names like Ysatis, Shalimar and Channel no.5.
With orchards like the Upper West Side and Greenwich Village; with an abundance of activity clubs and social organizations; and with 16 percent of the city dedicated to park space, I have no sympathy for single men who long for accompaniment in this city. I am less unsympathetic regarding women, but unsympathetic to some degree nonetheless.
I can buy two dozen fresh roses for ten dollars practically any day of the year in New York. Paying for two cups of Starbucks coffee will set one back about six or so dollars, but it can render an hour's worth of conversation. I can pick and choose at inexpensive night-life and some of it for free. Dinner and a movie for two: sixty bucks. Dinner with a bottle of wine, with a stroll to an après dinner treat and a cab ride to escort your companion off at her dwelling for one evening is a priceless investment.
None of the above, however, is able to offset poor conversation skills or the poorly read. It cannot offset poor grooming, poor tastes in clothes and unrefined likes and habits. It cannot offset psychoses of victimhood and unworthiness. It cannot offset a stunted adulthood of still living with one's parents or of being heavily dependant on them for sustainability. It cannot offset a cache of ignorances or a lifetime of cloistered living.
My advice for people with such shortcomings who want someone to hold hands with?
"Fly-Over-America" is vast. It's that big America that one looks down upon from an airliner's window. Communities in the middle of nowhere with neighboring communities many miles away. Settlements that make anyone wonder from five miles high what life is like down there and for whom? I suggest that these social retards go there and to tell all who'll listen that you're from New York City. You'll have to fight them off with a stick I tell you......a "hick" stick.
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posted by JerryNJ @ 7:00 PM
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