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.