I was sitting and having coffee the other day when a guy walked up and asked me out on a date. I agreed to go out with him. We went to a bar and had a few drinks. He thought I was fascinating, which meant he was really boring. He kept telling me he wanted to do all these things. He wanted to travel. He wanted to write.
I wanted to say, “You're a grown man. F*cking do it. If you want to travel, travel. If you want to write, put a piece of paper on a desk and write.”
At a certain point I looked at him and wished he wasn't there, that I was alone at the bar by myself.
That being said, I do fall in love with someone else every day. It's New York City and New York City is built for lovers. You need an in-house lover to split the rent. If you have a lover sitting next to you on the subway at least your skin is touching the skin of someone you know and not sticking to the skin of a stranger.
And once you fall in love with someone I don’t think you ever fall out of love unless something terrible happens. If it's a pure love it's hard to turn off. If you run into someone you used to date and you look at each other with that ‘look’ – that look is love. I feel like I am always in love because I still love all the people I ever fell in love with. Except for one dude – he was just a d*ck.
I do believe in the concept of soulmates, but I don’t think there is just one for every person – I think you can have many soulmates. Some people have soul mates they never meet because their paths never cross. I think at a certain age people lose faith in the concept and just start checking boxes and settling down. Some people die alone, but I respect them because at least they never settled.
I mean, I could get married today if I wanted to. Especially if I changed my clothes from last night, showered and went down to Wall Street.
Goose Chronicles Outtakes:
“I’m happy to speak with you but I don’t know if I’ll have anything interesting to say. I’m really hung over.”
“What did you do last night?”
“I don’t really remember. The night started out in Brooklyn but I woke up in Harlem this morning. The higher up I got the less I remember.”
“What’s the most challenging thing you’ve ever had to triumph over?”
“Every day is its own personal nightmare.”
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