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Mary-Kate

You ask me to enter, but then you make me crawl.

About Me


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You Know You're a true New Yorker When... You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan. You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building. You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map. Hookers and the homeless are invisible. The subway makes sense. You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual. You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple" ro stealing your cab from you. The most frequently used part of your car is the horn. You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard. You consider Westchester "upstate". You think Central Park is "nature." You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking. You're paying $1,450 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet on the Upper East Side and you think it's a "steal." You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times on your way back from Hobokken. You pay more each month to park your car than most people in the U.S. pay in rent. You haven't seen more than twelve stars in the night sky since you went away to camp as a kid. You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans are heading to bed (1:30 am). Your closet is filled with black clothes. You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since the 80s, and when you did, it terrified you. You pay $7 without blinking for a domestic beer that cost the bar 28 cents. You take fashion seriously. Being truly alone makes you nervous. You have 45 different take-out, delivery menus next to your telephone. Going to Brooklyn is considered a "road trip." America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you. You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form. You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise. Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes. $50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag. You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories. You don't notice sirens anymore. You live in a building with a larger population than most American towns. Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian. You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you. You secretly envy cabbies for their driving skills. You think $7.00 to cross a bridge is a fair price. Your door has more than three locks. Your favorite movie has DeNiro in it. You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression. You run when you see a flashing "Do Not Walk" sign at the intersection. You're 35 years old and don't have a driver's license. You ride in a subway car with no air conditioning just because there are seats available. You're willing to take in strange people as roommates simply to help pay the rent. There is no North and South. It's uptown or downtown. When you're away from home, you miss "real" pizza and "real" bagels. You know the differences between all the different Ray's Pizzas. You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve. Your internal clock is permanently set to know when Alternate Side of the Street parking regulations are in effect. You know what a bodega is. You know how to fold the New York Times in half, vertically, so that you can read it on the subway or bus without knocking off other passenger's hats. Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet..... You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas. Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you. You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from NYC.Home | Browse | Search | Invite | Film | Mail | Blog | Favorites | Forum | Groups | Events | Videos | Music | Comedy | Classifieds

My Interests

hot guys in suits, New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc, shopping, bar-hopping, New York City, writing, running

I'd like to meet:

a unicorn

Music:

Wow me with your lyrics

Television:

Sex and the City

Heroes:

Candace Bushnell

My Blog

A note to my "real" friends who may find themselves in my blogs...

I do not know who reads these blogs and I fear that some of my friends who I assumed would never care to read them or even open up a myspace account may be doing so. I need to address this because I d...
Posted by Mary-Kate on Sun, 24 Dec 2006 12:03:00 PST

Words of Wisdom for Women

This was forwarded to me and I had to post it:   If a man wants you, nothing can keep him away. If he doesn't want you, nothing can make him stay. Stop making excuses for a man and his behavior. ...
Posted by Mary-Kate on Sun, 12 Feb 2006 08:28:00 PST

The pretend tourist

  So many issues Id like to dissect right now, but there are only so many hours in a day.   I am starting a new job tomorrow. Im not going to divulge on my career situation. I would like ...
Posted by Mary-Kate on Tue, 07 Feb 2006 06:25:00 PST

Did gluttony or Jean Georges poison me?

  'Meet me at 4:30 pm at Coffee Shop," demanded Wall Street boy.   I contemplated canceling on him but decided to follow through with our plans at the last minute (after all, I knew I could...
Posted by Mary-Kate on Wed, 01 Feb 2006 10:32:00 PST

My deceitful cabbie

Wednesday night ... what a night indeed. An evening that was supposed to begin at the Gotham Magazine Party and end at Cain took a minor detour and I ended up with the cops instead. I met Chelsea ou...
Posted by Mary-Kate on Tue, 31 Jan 2006 01:14:00 PST

Silence is Golden

It's Tuesday... and we haven't met up. I have been battling a massive sinus headache since Sunday afternoon. I just couldn't deal with any additional drama today so I opted to postpone our meetin...
Posted by Mary-Kate on Wed, 25 Jan 2006 09:57:00 PST

No sex in this city tonight!

Here I go again...I finally found a good guy and I fucked it up! I cannot say that he was exactly marriage material, but nice enough to continue seeing - for now. Actually, that's a bit hars...
Posted by Mary-Kate on Mon, 23 Jan 2006 09:42:00 PST

Answers to your questions...

I keep on receiving messages from guys asking me out on dates etc... (and then they become outraged when I do not respond). Let me save you a little bit of time. I am going to map this out ...
Posted by Mary-Kate on Mon, 10 Oct 2005 11:39:00 PST