Adventures of a Single Girl: Are You Really THAT Desperate? ~ By Gotham Girl

  

I was at a friend’s birthday party a few weeks ago and ended up running into a girl I knew from high school! 

 Jen apparently went to college with the birthday girl…what a small world! So of course we had many years of news to catch up on- not only about ourselves, but all the gossip about any former classmates we might still keep in touch with (or are “friends” with on Facebook). 

Of course there are the usual questions: Married? Divorced? Kids? Job?

So as we are standing there chatting, this random guy (or at least he seemed like a random) comes up to us and just stands there. He didn’t say anything and neither of us acknowledged him…after several awkward minutes I was about to blatantly ask him what he wanted when she says “oh this is my boyfriend” and finally introduced us. 

He smiled and then continued to just stand there as we chatted. I attempted a few times to direct the conversation to him, but he really didn’t respond or if he did it was a one word response, which was barely audible…I had to literally lean in to hear him!

We hate to admit it, this is a classic.

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For the love of COLOR ~ By Buffy

 

As mentioned in my previous article, New Yorkers have the infamous going-black-and-never-going-back syndrome in their wardrobes. 

I never dreamed I would convert as a born and raised Texan girl, but boy, was I wrong. This city creeps into your closet and steals its sunshine, in a quite literal sense. 

While I feel more freedom to be creative in my style, that doesn’t necessarily come out in colorful forms. We hibernate in our black coats, scarves and boots in the winter and are skeptical when the sun comes out to throw on those brights. 

It feels like you’re cheating on New York if you put on a turquoise blouse or a yellow pair of shorts. But this era has to come to an end, my fellow goth. For the love of color, let’s brighten up that closet and the streets of New York City.