The city's lack of public restrooms has led to long lines and some uncomfortable situations.
Metropolitan Diary: Kind Eyes |
One year, after decorating my Christmas tree, I noticed that it was crooked and about to fall over. I leaned it up against the wall until I could run out in the morning to get a larger stand. |
It was raining when I woke up. I put on a hat and ran to the nearest tree lot, at Spring Street and Lafayette. I was wearing the clothes I'd slept in and I hadn't brushed my teeth. |
"Excuse me," I asked the man there. He was sitting inside a little booth that was covered with twinkling lights and reading a book. "Do you sell tree stands?" |
The eyes that looked back at me were the kindest I had ever seen. |
I had never asked anyone out before. I was terrified to do it and terrified not to. The thought of walking past those trees every day and not knowing more about this impossibly handsome man was unbearable. |
After returning home and getting my tree straightened out, I put on clothes that were not pajamas and marched down to the coffee shop. I bought a hot chocolate and wrote my number on the cup. |
I must have walked around the block five times before I got the guts to walk back up to him. An hour later my phone rang. It was Jose. |
He thanked me for having the courage to come back and asked if I'd like to go with him to see the Rockefeller Christmas tree lighting. |
Afterward, we told each other our life stories over a bottle of wine at a bar at Grand Central. I must have been on the nice list that year. |
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