did you catch that scene on broadway, in soho, when they walked past each other on opposite sides of the street? a lifetime ago, i was there too, on broadway, in soho, in the cold, freezing. but hypothermia is the last thing on your mind when you’re in love. fortunately, we were on the same side of the street then; for two hours, we were on the same side. but he left so quickly without saying a proper goodbye. into the taxi he rushed, flanked by two gorgeous ladies — way more gorgeous than me. that’s how he left me, with my expectations pooling all over the sidewalk, without so much as a heavy hearted goodbye. do i remember how i felt? indignant, annoyed, wistful, sad, and like my heart had been yanked out hard from my throat. there are two new yorks that i know — one is that one, and the other is the one that i have been occupying every day since then. but tomorrow, in less than 24 hours, i will have my first new york again, even if just briefly. and this time, he’d better he fussed about the weird stuff.