So they say. New York chews you up and spits you out. Some days. Are better than others. Yet somehow the moment you step out onto the City’s streets, you’re allowed to feel like a New Yorker. All you have to do is start by keeping your head level, adopt a slightly neurotic, slightly annoyed look on your face, keep your travel guide hidden, and cross the streets without waiting for the “walk” sign.
On the way to Pier 17, my attention was drawn to the leopard print tights… I quickly traced my glance up to his face. Wow… The Alpha Male.