I created The Reporter and The Girl blog to journey among life’s most uncertain and abysmal path when forming love-lust-hate relationships.
I’m in my mid–twenties and have moved back to New York City after 6 years of term papers, tailgate parties, and three day weekends, on all 4 corners of the United States and abroad. Now that I am semi-permanently stationed in the Empire State and in my white-collar/blue jeans career; I thought that I could venture out and make a romantic connection.
I met someone that I was instantly and deeply attracted to; not just his body, but I thought he was very smart, unique, and had great passion for things he did. He is also ardent and well versed in his interests, WHO WOULDN’T LOVE A GUY LIKE THAT? He works as a reporter in the city, and though has suburban roots; the reporter seems to enjoy the eclectic, diverse, and fast paced lifestyle as a New Yorker.
There are no heroes, villains, or love triangles in this story. He wasn’t a mild-mannered Clark Kent, and definitely did not have the strength of a hundred men, but he still managed to lift and carry me away to another planet. This is where we box-stepped (because he couldn’t tango) around each other while keeping our eyes on a coveted prize.
He stole my heart, and now my experience has taught me a lot about what it means to trip head-over-heels. This is a piece of my life that is published in real time and laid out in chapters as our relationship grew and progressed. I’d love to hear some of your experiences and comments and hope that you enjoy reading my own.
**Names in the story has been changed to protect the privacy of the individuals and any similarities to actual persons, either living or dead, are merely coincidental.**
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