So Friday was a very exciting day! The Post Standard published my op-ed piece on their website and then I found out on Saturday that Fox Sports columnist, Reid Forgrave quoted me in his article! I know it's just an op-ed piece, I have actual writers in my family, so I know writing is a difficult job, but I was still super excited. Especially because I always got in trouble in school for 'writing the way I spoke'. I should print out the article and send it to good old Mrs.Mafia and Mr. Z with a note that says "See! I can write...kind of." I would also like to thank everyone who was so supportive on Friday for all of their kind words...It means a lot to know that I could basically do or say anything in the world and the people in my life would love me no matter what.
In other news THIS IS MY LAST WEEK ON MATCH.COM. I don't think I have ever been more excited for something to end in my life. I have been on the website for 6 months and I honestly don't think anything positive has come from the experience (you'll see what I mean on Friday when I post my final Match article). I'm a little worried about this blog...I know a lot of you come here to laugh at my misfortunes (which is evil, by the way) but my everyday life normally plays out like a drama-dy so I have to have some faith that I will still be able to apply humor to the everyday situations. If that fails, I can always sign up for OKCupid or some other free site, because I'm sure there is no shortage of crazy on those sites.
Thursday night I went on a date with funny email guy. He happens to work downtown and knew of a 'cool bar' down there, so I packed up my Cole Haan and took my Midtown based self down to the 4 train. Little did I know that Occupy Wall Street (my favorite little bunch of people) decided to occupy my subway platform. Between not being able to get off of the stairs, to officers yelling 'Don't push!'...and everyone pushing anyway...I should've known this was going to be a dozy. Well I get out of the subway only to be greeted by NYPD in riot gear...that's right...riot gear. For those of you that haven't seen it, it's a giant helmet with a shield and their clubs drawn...and it's kind of intimidating. After pushing my way through the 'City Hall Protest', staying out of the way of the 50 officers on horseback that were coming straight for me AND finding the correct address to the bar (yes, he gave me the wrong address)...I made it.
The date was fine...nothing spectacular. He has an impressive resume though...Iraq vet, worked in the Secret Service and currently a Federal Agent (I should probably only say nice things, because he basically has EVERY tool at his disposal to stalk me if he chooses to do so). He was also VERY tall...which is always a plus. While leaving the bar, he insisted on walking me back to the subway stop where I encountered the problems earlier in the night and I thought that was a great idea (I'm really not one to risk my life twice in one night). Little did we know the walking conditions could get worse. It was single file, pushing and shoving for 4 blocks only to get to the subway and have officers tell us it was closed (how do you close and entire subway stop?!). We tried to turn around, but going the opposite direction of protesters in a single file line is actually just as difficult as it sounds. Eventually we got to a police officer who looked somewhat helpful and stopping was the worst thing we could've done...I literally thought I was going to be knocked to the ground. I was now holding on to this stranger who whips out his badge and goes to the officer, "Sir, I'm a Federal Agent and I need to get her back to Port Authority"....it was like magic. The cop opened the metal gate, escorted us accross the street and told another cop to escort us to the A train a few blocks away...it was glorious. I get to the subway and I said "Well thanks, this was an experience" and he said "Yeah, I hope the Patriots lose". Clearly not the way a normal date ends. Needless to say, we haven't been in contact since. In the words of my Grandma "Stay the hell away from downtown!! You're an Uptown Girl!!" Amen, Grandma.
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