A month after I started my blog in 2010, I took the bus from JFK into the city. As I got on the bus in my Jessica Simpson slingbacks (ridiculous, I know), the driver took zero pity on me and took off. I went crashing with my bag and my floppy hat right into the aisle. I looked up and locked eyes with a blue-eyed hunk who simply asked, “You alright?” before helping me to my feet.
I didn’t know it then, but that was the day I met my very first New York love, Scott.
We talked the whole ride, then took the same train uptown and exchanged numbers. A few days later, we went on our first date to Bryant Park for coffee and conversation. Though, the topic of discussion wasn’t the typical one for a first meeting—instead, we just chatted away for nearly six hours about our exes. No joke.
Originally published on Women’s Health Online. To read the rest, click here.
really? talking about ex´s….hasn´t worked for anybody that I know. I don´t want to meet a girl and she telling me all about her ex, what do I care. I want her to tell me repeatedly how nice, charming, smart and handsome I am. Although I cold by a CD with a woman´s voice that´s recorded in it all those things so I can hit play and hear it every morning. Really, talking about ex´s isn´t ther a bit of jealousy or for you or him you already set up certain expectation right off the bat….. But hey, if it worked for you and you´re happy that´s all that counts.