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There Was Something About Him

a fictional short story

There was something about him, with his kind eyes and gentle smile, that she just couldn’t let go of. There was something about him with his shy gaze and sweet disposition, that just sent her sailing.

She saw him every morning at her local coffee shop, Dunkin Donuts. She liked him because he liked the Beantown coffee staple as much as she did, though they both lived in Astoria, Queens (her favorite NYC borough).

She ordered her usual, a large regular coffee, skim milk, no sugar.

“No sugar??” they always asked.

“Yes, no sugar” she’d reply, thinking I get that from my mom. She’d wait, watching him out the corner of her eye, enjoying his coffee and the AM daily. An unconventional newspaper choice to enjoy over coffee that made her swoon even more.

They saw each other often, being in the same morning schedule and all, but had never uttered a word. Just a quick glance and a shy smile.

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She had taken to listening to Sade’s Please Send Me Someone to Love as she went about her morning routine. she felt it was a simple request. She crossed her fingers as she listened for good luck, and treated the song like one of her daily affirmations.

One lazy Saturday, we woke up early and went to her favorite Dunkin Donuts on a whim. She sat at a table in the window and gazed outside. As she took her last sip of coffee and the lyrics progressed…

Heaven please send to all mankind, / Understanding and peace of mind. / But if it’s not asking too much, / Please send me someone to love.

… in he walked.

“Hey” he finally said.

“Hey” she said back, a little too quickly.

“John” he noted, pointing slightly at his chest.

“Hi…” she said dreamily. “Oh! Meena!” she remembered, looking down with embarrassment.

He held her stare, then went to the counter to order: “two regular coffees, skim milk, no sugar.”

“No sugar??” they always asked.

“Yes, no sugar;” then he looked back at her, and smiled his gentle smile.

Suburban Girl’s Top 5 :: Pampering

The script is the same, regardless of age, gender, ethnicity, or fierce-hood: We are all young, therefore we are all overworked and underpaid. To be clear, I’m not entirely bitter or angry at this idea. It’s just the nature of the beast as young and eager people living in New York City.

Aside from living in “The City That Never Sleeps”, I strongly believe New Yorkers as a whole are possibly the most overworked population in the world. They thrive off of busyness and sacrifice vacations (even STAYcations!) for fear of not knowing what to do when they aren’t in the work place.

I can’t even understand this concept and I feel fine about that. Instead of trying to adjust myself to that mentality, I felt it necessary to come up with a number of “sanity savers” (yes, that is an official medical term). As I’ve had to practice some of them since moving to NYC, I figured what better time than now to bring you the second installment of The Suburban Girl’s Guide to Getting By in the City :: Pampering.

1. Shobha
After a long day at Fashion Week, I decided to treat myself. I usually get my eyebrows threaded at this little hole in the wall place in Astoria. It’s half a block from my train, the women are surly, and a good eyebrow threading costs $8 with tip. However this day, I needed to be coddled. I found myself drifting into Shobah Columbus Circle for the most incredible and relaxing eyebrow threading of my entire life. Between the lotions, the temple massage, and the surprisingly gentle motions of the threading, I nearly passed out. Well worth the $20 price tag for a much deserved treat after a hard day’s work.

2. The Townhouse Spa
I found myself at the Townhouse Spa for an event my company was producing. One of the amazing perks of being a favored intern at the time was that my supervisor allowed me to treat myself to the same amenities as the guests coming to my event. After a spa manicure, I went into the spa area for a facial that literally changed my life. It had been my first, and certainly would never be my last. Now, whenever anyone asks for spa recommendations, the Townhouse Spa is always the first one out of my mouth.

3. My Hair Salon
Let me preface this with noting that my hair salon is NOT NEARLY the most relaxing of places. However, there is nothing like having someone else shampoo your hair.

4. My Nail Salon
Spa manicure and pedicure please with a side of trashy magazines and headphones in both ears. Thank you and goodnight. Also, nothing makes me feel more like a loved customer with the chorus of women singing “hello!!” and “thank you, goodbye!” with my entrance and exit.

5. My Bedroom
Get your mind out the gutter, kids. My bedroom is my thing. It’s my safe haven, it’s my security blanket, it’s where I go to feel like I’m home (like, Boston home). After a particularly trying day, I love to rush home, close myself up in my room, turn on some Sade or Erykah Badu, light a candle, and paint my nails. I don’t know. It’s just my thing.

What about you? Do you have any special “sanity savers”?