From Battery Park to Fort Tryon! (But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for)

Decided to do a combo of urban caching and hot cocoa sampling in the city on Sunday, starting out at Battery Park and working my way uptown. BooYAH! :-D

Here’s the thing though, whoever said this was a city that never sleeps was stoking one up. Three of the cafe/chocolate shops I wanted to check out was closed, including Jacques Torres, which have these seriously cool Willy Wonka type machines that you can get your chocolates from. And it was CLOSED. Son of a

But of course Starbucks was open.

Only way to get there today was to swim. Mmmm, nah.

I hung out at Battery Park enjoying the view of the Statue of Liberty for a while, then worked my way uptown to Tribeca. There was a cache there that takes you from the Tribeca Clock to the firehouse building that was used in the movie Ghostbusters, one of my all-time favorite movies. I hugged the building too, just cuz I like to emote on inanimate objects, and stuff. Sometimes I think the buildings here show me more affection than the women do. Actually I don’t think it, I KNOW they do.

There's a scene with this clock in the movie You've Got Mail, so obviously nobody would know that.

We're ready to believe you!

After that I decided to get back to my car and take a drive towards Washington Heights for the New Leaf Cafe, stopping along the way at an espresso bar on the Upper West Side that was also on my hot cocoa checklist. By some miracle I got a parking space nearby and went in from there. The bar was called Aroma, and at first glance it seemed like an upscale Panera Bread to me. There were a lot of students inside, coming from I guess either Columbia or John Jay, the only two schools I could think of that were within walking distance.

I ordered my hot chocolate and could not stop admiring this girl who was chatting it up with some metrosexual dude. She… was… GORGEOUS. Tastefully dressed, with long raven black hair and bright hazel looking eyes. Sigh.

I did my best not to gawk, taking in the general scenery instead, and decided that I definitely looked out of place. The students here looked well groomed, wearing fashionable, preppy clothes, while I was sporting a five o’ clock shadow and a Walmart jacket. I was polluting their existence with my very presence, and I felt the weight of that reality come over me like a heavy cloud, so I took my hot chocolate and left, instead enjoying a walk on the streets. I got back in my car again and headed for Fort Tryon, but New Leaf Cafe was closed as well, so I pulled off to the side somewhere to enjoy a view of the GW Bridge.

You know, I really do love the city, but I only wish some of that love was reciprocated for once. Everywhere I walked no one would look at me, and no girl wanted to even acknowledge my presence, much less smile at me. Honestly, if I already had someone in my life I wouldn’t give a rip one way or the other, but I have to deal with this every day, hoping some how, some way, one sweet, pretty looking girl will finally SEE me. But it would never happen.

Instead I walk around the city like a ghost. I sort of exist, but not really.

I wonder how much more of this I can take before I end up doing something really stupid, like surgically attaching myself to some neurotic man-faced freakshow that I met on Craigslist because she/it was the only one who ever paid any attention to me. Seriously, I can feel myself getting thisclose to giving up, throwing my standards and self-esteem out the window and settle for the first thing that comes along, because that’s going to be as good as it gets.

It’s not even a question of IF I wind up doing something like that, but a question of WHEN. The clock is ticking down. Something needs to give… at least until I finally get my mail-order bride catalog.

No need to put out flames today. Women have killed the fire of wubs.

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