I carefully selected my new Ohne Titel black and white graphic pattern dress that I paired with my Saint Laurent studded ranger boots in an attempt to look "Brooklyn cool"—and, I suppose, cosmic. We met outside and proceeded through the warehouse doors hand in hand, him, dressed as a beautiful modern imitation of A Clockwork Orange and me, his arm candy.
Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw inside...
After chatting outside the Antique Garage about diverse subjects (from "Blue is the Warmest Color" to the store, John Derian) Jim politely asked Freddie, as if he was my father, if he would allow him to invite me out next Saturday to a "Burning Man" party in Bushwick.
You love all things Bravo and you’ve shared five Real Housewives gifs today.
Here’s the breakdown: What Guys Think Of You: You're a girl in a major city.
You go to brunch with your girls and share screenshots of horrible Bumble conversations.
As we grabbed for the same stunning AMF Harley Davidson bomber jacket (I've been searching for the perfect one for such a long time), he initiated conversation, amused by the fact that I wouldn't release my grip on it.
Jim didn't look like any guy I had ever met before.
You want a boyfriend but you kind of like the attention involved in not having a boyfriend.