Leo laughed. “I said that once. Drunk. On New Year’s.”
They ordered. She got a chamomile tea (un-ironic, he noted). He got a black coffee. The first five minutes were the usual landmines: What do you do? (She was a bike messenger and a part-time darkroom technician. He was a temp at a publishing house.) Where do you live? (She had a studio in Williamsburg before Williamsburg was a punchline. He had a shared walk-up in the East Village.) blind dating 2006
He watched her unlock the bike, swing a leg over, and pedal off into the wet, orange-lit street. He pulled out his flip phone. No texts. No missed calls. Just the quiet thrill of having absolutely no proof that any of it had happened except the memory—which, as Eternal Sunshine taught him, was the only thing that ever really mattered. Leo laughed
Then the door chimed.
He thought. “ Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind . The first time I saw it, I cried in the theater and pretended I had allergies.” On New Year’s