Sunday. Easter Sunday. Never a fan of the holiday. Growing up meant hard-boiled eggs and candy and chocolate bunnies. And new itchy suits from Robert Hall. Those suits were probably what put me off suits for the longest time. Then I started wearing them, figuring out that wearing suits gave me entry to better-paying jobs.
And I found myself attracted to men in suits. And that is how I met Bill. Back in the day, year 2000, there was a Yahoo Groups thing. Whatever you were into, there was probably a group for you. I belonged to the Men in Suits group and attended a few parties. Nothing ever happened for me at these parties. I usually had a good time, but never really connected with anyone.
In September 2000, I went to a party on Ann Street at the edges of the financial district, where many men in suits worked. I couldn’t really say whether or not some of the suited men came from these close environs, I think they came from all over the Tristate area. I know I did.
This particular party was in the penthouse of a 10 or 12-story building. There was a patio where I sat and smoked a cigar. I remember I was holding court with a few gentlemen, laughing at my bon mots. Across the patio, I spotted a handsome Puerto Rican man in a mustard suit. The suit definitely made him stand out in a field of navy blue and pinstriped suits.
I was probably wearing a pinstripe suit myself. Our eyes met, and later I walked by indoors, where this handsome brown eyed man was bopping along to the music. I walked by and said, ‘I see you dig Badu…’
We connected and even played around in front of the group, which is not my modus operandi. But inhibitions were tossed away, and I did things I had never done before. We left at the same time, and I couldn’t say if that was intentional or not. We rode the same train uptown and exchanged numbers. Bill got off at Union Square, and I continued up to Times Square.
And here we are, coming up on 25 years together. He’s been exceptional today. Tomorrow I start the new job, and over the course he’s seen the wholly neurotic side of me and knows what to expect. I think I was more anxious earlier in the week, and today is 4/20, which could explain my laid-back nature.
I embraced the 4/20 concept and have been feeling this way for about an hour now. Yesterday was a splendid day. Mike came over on Friday and left this morning. It was a beautiful Saturday, just about 80°. We wandered around Hoboken, taking photos of Bill and Mike with Manhattan as a backdrop. Mike certainly looked fly.
We walked for about 2 hours and made a visit to the really big supermarket. We saw our favorite cashier, Arti, who told us that her last day would be Tuesday. We were happy for her, she’s moving back to India with her daughter. It was a very good day. We finished the day, watching Jeffrey Wright in American Fiction.