Rain and Scottie invite me to to a party uptown. Since he never heads uptown, had to say yes. Going there, meet a blue-eyed girl named Gwen who said she can’t tell who’s mad and who’s wearing a bluetooth headset. Contemplate giving her my number but we didn’t hit the pivot point so I don’t.
At the party, make my way across to my friends and run into pair of long legs before I find Rain.
Me: I just picked up the prettiest girl for you (turn to long legs and wave; she smiles and waves back)
We bounce into the bar in the pic where Scottie and Rain tell me that there’s something wrong with me cause I don’t sleep with the women I date.
Me: Guys call it “getting lucky,” right? I hate that. It’s a pathetic statement from pathetic men. Women don’t “get lucky” but men do. That’s ridiculous. Boys like me sleep with a girl cause we choose to, not cause we “get lucky.”
Her: I don’t approve.
Me: (shrugging and turning to Scottie) OK, I’ll sleep with you then.
Her: (pause) Take a number.
Bartender: (interrupting and pointing at me) Your friend’s right. The guys that try to get lucky never do.
Soon, we pile into Scottie’s whip. When we hit Central Park, Rain jets. Earlier, mentioned I liked Rain’s leather jacket so as he exits, he takes it off and hands it to me. It’s yours, he says. Before I can protest, he’s already in a yellow going downtown.
He’s a good fella, that one. I’m wearing it below.
Once home, I get a message that Pretty Jenny and some others’re around the way but then onea my stories I thought ended drops me a line.
You should stop by here for a spell. It’ll break your heart, NYC in the Spring.
But it’s totally worth it. If only for the people and the violets in Central Park.
Location: 22:00, 1409 York Avenue
Music: Take me on a trip, I’d like to go some day – take me to New York