Showing posts with label true love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label true love. Show all posts

Monday, November 11, 2013

Love, Veselka Style


[Via Craigslist]

A Missed Connection posted yesterday on Craigslist:

Veselka Romance - w4m - 23 (East Village)

One week ago I was sitting outside of Veselka, reading "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plath.
(My favorite book)
I saw you from the table nearest to 2nd ave, on the side of the restaurant.
You had the most beautiful brown eyes I have ever seen.
Tall, thin, with a beard. We made eye contact for about fifteen seconds, and then you walked away, down 9th street.
I would love to meet you.
You are exactly my type.
You probably live in Williamsburg, and shop at local farmer's markets.
I would love to buy some vegetables with you.
I like to make omelettes with fresh asparagus and swiss cheese,
I could make you one.
I hope you don't have a girlfriend.

Friday, August 16, 2013

This story might make you feel better about life in general

The Villager has a feature this week that will restore your faith in... well, whatever needs to be restored.

Meet Mel and Sheryl London, who have been married for 67 years and have lived in the same East Village apartment since 1958.

Sheryl is from Brooklyn; Mel from the Bronx.

"A mixed marriage," Mel quipped.

Through the changes of the Eighties, Nineties and the recent years, they still feel the same about their home.

"What a remarkable city!" Mel said passionately. "When I walk through the streets, however slowly, it keeps me alive."

There is no reason to pine for the good old days. They are still living them.

Read the whole article here.

Monday, July 7, 2008

Student union


Ah, young, Ivy League love in the city. Gothamist had this Craigslist link yesterday:

Hi! We were on the RED local line, I got on at 14th Street, you were already on the train. I got off at Columbia University 116th. Around 5PM. It was very crowded and you were behind me. We talked awkardly while you were still behind my back, pushed into each other. I told you I hate being an undergrad, we connected. You eneded up fingering me while no one else was noticing. I didn't get your full e-mail. If you see this, let me know. I hope you do! I miss you.

Wow.

Well, I think this is just a viral campaign for next season's How I Met Your Mother. That Ted!