I can’t believe I’m writing this now…I always publish on Fridays anyway, but today happens to fall on the Wedding Day to end all wedding days. And here I am, writing about relationships, without even being able to offer any Royal Pre-Marital Advice! On top of that, somehow the current collection of postings has been about my own personal search for love, which happens to organically include themes involving September 11th.
While this is purely coincidence, the subject matter of 100 To One writes itself (so to speak), and today’s post is the conclusion of a two-week storyline. I realize it may not go with the mood of uncontained joyfulness of the Royal Ceremony…but then again, it’s really all part of the same fabric.
Just as in my unintended dating tour through the city of Manhattan, and the incredible range of ups and downs that came with the process (whether I liked it or not!), life too is a constant mix of often conflicting ingredients. With respect to my own love life in New York, there were some amazing highs as well as devastating lows. And of course, this intertwining of good and bad is among the most fundamental things we all must deal with in life (again, whether we like it or not).
So it is that my search for love reflected that dichotomy, pretty much on a daily basis! A date I had in June of 2001 was an especially good example of this weird combination of sad, joyful, and deeply meaningful elements, which came together on a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon in Brooklyn. All of my dates so far since starting the NYC part of the journey for love in April had been in Manhattan, so this was my first venture off the island. The date was in an area just over the Brooklyn Bridge, so along the way of course there was a non-stop postcard view of lower Manhattan and the World Trade Center.
This date ended up providing one of the most significant memories of all of those related to New York, especially that first summer and fall of 2001. The date was miserable. It was just one of those times that almost nothing worked out the way that I wanted it to. I’m sure many of you have had at least one such dating experience, so you know how disappointing it can be. For me, the absolute worst part about it was, while I knew she was totally not my type as a human being (and would make a terrible girlfriend!), I also thought she was mildly gorgeous. So, the whole time, I’m feeling itchy and uncomfortable anyway, trying to reconcile my attraction with her icky personality.
Meanwhile, it’s hot, I’m sweaty, and acutely aware this is not going anywhere. Worse yet, we happen to be walking on this great location, the beautiful Promenade in Brooklyn (except in the least romantic way possible- icch). But the photo opp. was too special too miss, so she ended up taking a picture of me (of course, separately!), with the Twin Towers providing the perfect backdrop.
When I came across that picture in the pack of photos, my attitude at the time the pic was taken was immediately obvious! So I have this “memento” of my crappy date in Brooklyn with the Twin Towers in the background, which was still pretty cool to have, even though I looked like I couldn’t be having any less fun. As it happens so often in life, whether we want it or not, things can have a weird way of fitting together. That photograph turned out to be one of my most valued possessions…
I conclude this five-part story here for the time being, and turn on Monday from my own search for love to the topic of yours’ and everyone else’s search for (true) love. In the meantime, I hope your weekend is showered with Royal bliss, and best wishes to the young couple!









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