Oh, Moe - I'd love that - truly, I suck at promoting myself and need to figure out how to get better at social media and metrics and all the stuff I hate. Thank you for being so amazingly and unfailingly supportive! xx
I love this. It made me look back fondly on the memories I made on a tar rooftop in East Village. But I was tan-less Tamara, in the shade slathering on sunscreen and only braving the sun for the juicy conversations.
Reminds me of my New York experience living with my best friend in a 5th floor walk up on Orchard street. We also spent many hours sunbathing on that roof and smoking on the fire escape :) :) thank you for sharing your memories and even the cringy ones.
L-O-V-E this Debra! I can't wait to read it to my girlfriend later tonight (she's routinely asking if you've posted anything new. And when you do, I tell her the good news like a kid sharing a treasured secret)..We are 2 of your most rabid fans! Please keep it coming!!
Like you, I was a good girl from the suburbs who was thrilled to live in a small apartment in Greenwich Village during my 20s. I do remember the emtional roller coaster of the exhilieration of "first meetings" and inevitable disappointments as well as the the post-mortem and root-cause analysis with my best girl friends which was usually more fun than the actual dates.
You were certainly a brave 20-year-old going alone to guy's apartment in the East Village with just an address, a name ,and a heart on your arm. I was much more timid than you! That said, I admire how your pluck and how you survived the incident with your pride in tact despite the wardrobe function. Brava! I was thinking about a final touche for your East Village adventure. I do wish you had written "fuck you" in bold red lipstick on that guy's bathroom mirror.
Thank you for sharing your story. I loved reading it.
haha - if only I'd thought of that! Actually, I don't think it was his apartment - I think it was a friend's party...but still, Bruno deserved public shaming. Not that he would have cared. So glad the story resonated with you, fellow good girl from the suburbs! I always love your take on what I've written!
You may not have felt like you were glowing, but this review of your story is.
Thank you, my clever friend! xx
Where’s the book? In the works I hope! Loved this read Debra. Xx
Oh, Moe - I'd love that - truly, I suck at promoting myself and need to figure out how to get better at social media and metrics and all the stuff I hate. Thank you for being so amazingly and unfailingly supportive! xx
Really funny piece, Debra.
My wife lived at the corner of 7&B back in the day. Fun neighborhood, for sure.
Thanks, Jim! Yes, it was a lot of fun to be in that neighborhood back then.
I love this. It made me look back fondly on the memories I made on a tar rooftop in East Village. But I was tan-less Tamara, in the shade slathering on sunscreen and only braving the sun for the juicy conversations.
You Tan-less Tamara's get the last laugh... and need way less botox! Thank you, Jordan! xx
Reminds me of my New York experience living with my best friend in a 5th floor walk up on Orchard street. We also spent many hours sunbathing on that roof and smoking on the fire escape :) :) thank you for sharing your memories and even the cringy ones.
Thank you so much, Jessica!!
L-O-V-E this Debra! I can't wait to read it to my girlfriend later tonight (she's routinely asking if you've posted anything new. And when you do, I tell her the good news like a kid sharing a treasured secret)..We are 2 of your most rabid fans! Please keep it coming!!
That's so sweet, Dave! Sending two lipstick kisses - one for each of you!
Like you, I was a good girl from the suburbs who was thrilled to live in a small apartment in Greenwich Village during my 20s. I do remember the emtional roller coaster of the exhilieration of "first meetings" and inevitable disappointments as well as the the post-mortem and root-cause analysis with my best girl friends which was usually more fun than the actual dates.
You were certainly a brave 20-year-old going alone to guy's apartment in the East Village with just an address, a name ,and a heart on your arm. I was much more timid than you! That said, I admire how your pluck and how you survived the incident with your pride in tact despite the wardrobe function. Brava! I was thinking about a final touche for your East Village adventure. I do wish you had written "fuck you" in bold red lipstick on that guy's bathroom mirror.
Thank you for sharing your story. I loved reading it.
haha - if only I'd thought of that! Actually, I don't think it was his apartment - I think it was a friend's party...but still, Bruno deserved public shaming. Not that he would have cared. So glad the story resonated with you, fellow good girl from the suburbs! I always love your take on what I've written!
I love, love this story. And so relieved it didn’t have one of those Law & Order SVU endings—not that I wouldn’t have read it. Keep them coming.