happy hour afterhour
it is ironic how i end up in romantic settings with the wrong context.
ive been to dumbo a couple of times (that’s the brooklyn neighborhood Down Under the Manhattan Bridge Overpass), and the times ive been there has always been pleasant.
but never in my entire life of musing about silly things did i imagine sharing a sunset with someone so unexpected and talking about our his and my (separate) plans for the future. at some point in this whole sunset experience, i remember the day when brandie and i were musing about earning the big bucks after graduation to afford our apartment and sustain our lifestyle. no, this wasnt with a boyfriend, and yet i was with a boy.
ive had my fair share of sunsets, sunrises and full moons - all of them great and grand. yet nothing as soothing and unexpected as this.
it is strange to find something so beautiful in moments of sheer cliche (come on, sunset on manhattan with the water in front of you between the brooklyn bridge and the manhattan bridge) - and yet i realize that coming from a very patriarchal and macho society; hearing, feeling and actually fearing about life in general from a guy is the exact opposite of weak and girly.
and with this sunset, i again revise my tall order.
i told you, girls. go date ernest.
