who doesnt love sass? apparently none of the boys she loves.
she asks “I asked a boy for his phone number. Now what do I do?”
sadly the correct answer is, “kiss any chance of having him good bye”.
any man worth having when youre a twentysomething in nyc is going to ask for your number first.
when you make the first move it screws up the dynamic unless you want to make all of the shots going forward.
i have had the pleasure of knowing the torontoian now living in the big apple. she needs a man.
a real one. not one of these american aparrel wearing ironic mustache sporting club boys.
sure theyre fun and pretty and soft and you can share clothes but in the long run its a highway to heartbreak.
youve been down this road before.
doesnt it all seem so familiar?
has it ever worked out?
you know where the real fellas are. go there.
and wait for those who approach you.
then, craziest advice, im sure,
let them chase you a bit before you let em catch you.
silver lake misses you baby!