My New York

I still get lost in New York. But I now embrace my lack of or no direction sense.
Besides, walking that extra avenue is good for my sagging ass. Yup, A friend of mine recently pointed that out to me. I blame gravity and not the late night pizza binges with extra cheese and oil that will make King Abdullah bin Abdul Aziz Al Saud rub his hands in delight.

I love the subway. I entertain myself by concocting stories about the people riding with me.Yesterday I met Jo. Jo works on Wall Street but secretly wants to star on Broadway.His favorite movie is The Sound of Music. He is a bachelor but he is searching for his dream woman, Martha Stewart with a dash of Hilary Clinton.

I want to take a homeless person home and give him/ her a makeover. Imagining the 'before and after 'pictures give me serious goose bumps.

I spend a lot of time on Christopher street.I once went to a bar filled with beautiful men,knowing that we weren't going to get any attention by fluttering our eyelashes and adjusting our well padded bras, my best friend and I pretended to be gay. They welcomed us with arms wide open, I have never felt more accepted in my life. Everyone should be gay.

I don't know where all the single boys in New York are hiding. I was told that I'm looking in the wrong places. So I guess I do spend too much time on Christoper street.

I did attempt to fall in love. I succeeded but he decided to trample on my heart like an enraged circus elephant.My heart still aches and the butterflies that once made me feel giddy, have now turned evil.

I know New York is like the cosmopolitan capital of the world but I happily surround myself with my desi gang. I can be loud,make obnoxiously crude jokes and talk as fast as I want.