The latest- a vintage cigarette ball cap who is none other than the pulse behind an iconic and cult followed social media account. The man generates our generations trends mind you, so you can see when I started second guessing my outfit (which happens, never) you must have know this first meeting mattered to me. (And yes, in the end I threw on two pieces sheer and fringey that I had snagged from an LES swap sale hours before, and my massive thrift shop coat). Ready!
I had him meet me uptown where the boy almost bailed for fear of getting the nosebleeds past 60th street. In a calm environment we sipped whiskey and the conversation flew a mile a minute- trips, music festivals, family heritage, work (where I did an honest job suppressing my fan-girlness), I was already being mentioned for a second date and we hadn't even hit the midway point yet. (Not in this instance but down the road side note: boys lie, second date talk is cheap)
The exchange was a fair and honest one: like minded in our opinions of Kanye and our iconoclastic ones of Kim, we were shooting the shit, talking and educating slang (fuccboi is to Kevin Federline as Beezynation is to a Tony Robins seminar?)- the man was an OG from the burbs of BK. Hitting the clubs young, he had seen the evolution of meat packing into the crusty clubs that now are, and ultimately I was provoked to ask the eternal question: are the clubs today really that shitty? Or are all New Yorkers externally nostalgic, jaded and discontent? The catch: they will never admit to such, so the question remains eternal..
We concluded with a hop skip and a jump back to my apt door, where, as he had grown drunker and imagined instances in his mind to extend the date- "let's finish that Scientology documentary I told you about", "what are you up to this week?", " I'll be at Coachella- come, and I'll hook it up"
Now I leave my waking dreams to a mind blowing Coachella spectacular linked w a uni-browed lanky Jew.
MM