Well, I’m discovering that the road to true love isn’t paved with roses.
The thing about finding love in Manhattan is that the majority of its residents are either jaded, opportunists or assholes - and let’s not forgets whores.
Normal and sane people don’t move to New York City.
I mean, it takes a certain bravado and self-centeredness to move to the island of lost souls – in other words, these people have more important things on their agendas than love.
OK, I admit I’m a jaded opportunist, too – and probably a whore – but I’m trying to change.