Dating idea new york
I’ve had my air- conditioner stolen, inherited an Eames chair, expanded my music library a hundredfold, and made a dear friend, who, now that our fledging romance has failed, will be with me for life.
I have learned about spearfishing and Oceanic art, about life in the merchant marines and urbanism in late antiquity.
That spectral ex-spouse of mine used to complain of what he called our “heteronormative” lifestyle, a term that made me roll my eyes though I knew just what he meant: Our lives had lost their capacity to surprise.
I remember lying in bed and reading the memoirs of the French writer Blaise Cendrars; I couldn’t stop marveling at the boundlessness of that man’s existence, one that made him a film director, a beekeeper, a watchmaker and connected him to gangsters and whores.
But I was also a writer who worked from home, one whose closest friends were married with children.And as for those ghosters, they have their purpose too.For it wasn’t long after reading Cendrars in bed beside my sleeping spouse that I began to realize that I was slowly losing track of who I was and who I wasn’t, of what I believed and what I didn’t.The conventional wisdom is that marriage makes us whole, that it completes us (as if alone we were unfinished).But as much as I loved being married, I see now that dilution might provide a better metaphor.