The Power of Two

This edition of My Life as a Themed E-mail is brought to you by the writers of Sex and the City and the power of the number two.

When you're young, your whole life is about the pursuit of fun. Then, you grow up and learn to be cautious. You could break a bone or a heart. You look before you leap and sometimes you don't leap at all because there's not always someone there to catch you. And in life, there's no safety net.

So at the beginning of January, I decided I could no longer remain a complete waste of space and made good on mom's bribe to move to NYC. (She offered to pay my rent for up to two months while I looked for work, which is why I didn't move back to LA.) I started looking for apartments and came up for TWO days to look at TWO apartments. The first one was a really nice three bedroom but I didn't like the location that much and the girls who lived there were nice enough, but I wasn't sold on it. I went to look at apartment number TWO on the lower east side and loved it, a kitschy little TWO bedroom on Norfolk at Houston with a girl R that I hit it off with. My room is teeny tiny but I don't care, it's cozy and cheap and I like the exposed brick wall in the kitchen/ living room/ dining room. Sold! Thanks to Suki, I gave her money for the credit check and got the ball rolling right away with the application. Suki told me I am a lucky bitch. It's true. I am. I constantly leap without checking for a safety net, but Suki is my safety net so I don't really have to worry about being responsible and stuff like that.

I will never be the woman with the perfect hair, who can wear white and not spill on it.

Which is just fine with me. In fact, I am more than happy to announce that I will be wearing whatever obnoxiously vibrant color I please to work, since I will start my new job working at a fashion media company this week! Last week I came up to interview with TWO companies, and I knew right away that this was the right job for me. It's my dream job, no joke. I am doing international sales and distribution of fashion television programming and stock footage, and my job will require that I travel to Cannes TWO times a year. I will not have to dress "business casual" and I will have a 15 minute commute to work, door to door. They refused me a signing bonus but they did agree to get me a new laptop. Let's hope I don't drop it in champagne like my first Blackberry.

There are 1.3 million single men in New York, 1.8 million single women, and of these more than 3 million people, about 12 think they're having enough sex.

I am not one of those 12, sadly. But that's ok. I will settle for a free meal or drinks on a fairly regular basis. The more frequent, the better! I have now been in NYC for TWO days and I have TWO dates lined up for this week. When I moved in on Saturday, my friend invited me out and I hit it off with his coworker J, who told me I'm beautiful and bought me a pink rose from the flower guy towards the end of the night. Awww, how sweet. I am having dinner with him on Monday night at Dennis Foy in Tribeca. I actually don't have much practice with this whole "dating" gig. Usually, I just drink too much and end up hooking up with a guy I just met, and that deal may or may not include breakfast. Or it is a friend-turned-more-than-friend. This will be one of TWO times in my life that a boy has offered to take me to dinner before trying to get in my pants and not vice versa.

Date number TWO is a blast from the past: H found out I moved to NYC and wants to grab drinks before I start work on Wednesday, so I am meeting up with him on Tuesday night. This should be interesting since he hasn't made any effort to talk to me since he booty called me in DC over Thanksgiving. None. Zilch.

If this is how easy it is to get a date in NY, I will not be as hungry as I feared. And I might become one of those 12 people.

Maybe mistakes are what make our fate... without them what would shape our lives? Maybe if we had never veered off course we wouldn't fall in love, have babies, or be who we are. After all, things change, so do cities, people come into your life and they go. But it's comforting to know that the ones you love are always in your heart... and if you're very lucky, a plane ride away.

I may be reckless and making mistakes left and right, but it keeps things interesting. I would say I veered off course when I went into commodities instead of sticking with media straight out of school, but it was a good experience. I didn't plan on going to grad school, but it was a great chance to travel and meet some amazing people. I guess I haven't really veered off course, though, since I don't really think I had a course to begin with.

Can't wait to see you guys when you visit NYC. It's only a plane ride (or car drive or bus ride) away. Follow through...