Friday, July 26, 2013

No Need to Lie

Going on a blind date in New York City is both terrifying and exhilarating.

I walked around the block four times before I actually went to the meeting point. Even then, I stood across the street hiding behind a tree before dashing over at the last minute.

I felt fairly safe considering I was four blocks from my apartment, had two friends continually calling, and the meeting place was at a Jamba Juice. Nothing bad could happen where smoothies are born, right?

Jamba Juice was closed.

Boy had run off to a store to pick up a card for his grandfather, but forgot to inform me of the next plan.

Bravely, I marched into the drugstore and introduced myself.

He was my height. I was wearing four-inch heels, and I'm originally 5'1".

After heading to a cupcake shop (closed), a café (closed), and three bars (not closed, but overly crowded), we found a gelato shop.

For being in New York, a lot of things are closed when you're on an awkward date.

When we began talking, Boy had joked about his work, detailing that he was part superhero, part manager in a high-end escort service.

The joke went on for an hour and a half. I've never learned so much about a theoretical occupation and business plan. At one point I wanted to interview him for an article.

My turn finally came up. I explained that I was a journalist, reporting on ideas ranging from Candy Crush to humpback whales. Every morning I pitched stories, called sources, and created visual narratives that highlighted an industry.

I talked about one of my favorite pieces, getting overly excited about the idea of spider silk dress.  I cheered when I remembered that Friday was Bagel Day, and that I could get hot chocolate from the kitchen when the A/C decided to freeze the office.

The night drew to an end, and I headed home. It wasn't until I walked into the apartment that I realized I hadn't said anything untrue. I could've made up an entire new life, like he had, with traits that were innovative and unusual. I had the possibility to be anyone I wanted.

And I had chosen –unconsciously – to tell him about this summer, which is just as good as being a superhero or a debutante. I lied: it's better. Every day something unexpected happens: I meet a reporter from the New York Times; a Googler invites me over for lunch; I hunt for clues to a murder mystery at the Met.

You can't make this stuff up.

Written by Em Maier, University of Pittsburgh, Inc.
Edited by Hannah Dreyfus, Yeshiva University, Parade Magazine.

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