Why are all the cute boys in Brooklyn?

…and I’m not trying to be facetious. They really are. They’re the ones who thrive off of their creative mindsets and don’t let the temptation of green drown their passion. More often than not, you can find these boys making pretty pennies off their talent. I should know.

Today, I won’t go into the complexities that is Lucifer. Just know that this half Ecuadorian, half Peruvian boy’s daily regimen of Capoeira carved his body into that of some kind of Greek phenomenon. Just trust me on this.

The tuba player is another Brooklyn gem. Once, I was going to meet a girlfriend for tea. It must have been sometime in the spring. He came up to me and flat out asked to “chill”. Usually, this is a big turn off for me, but for some reason, I gave him my number and we “chilled” (get your mind out the gutter, I didn’t sleep with him…yet). He’s known as “the tuba player” because he plays in a well-known street band across the city. And let me tell you, he blows it pretty well.

The last young fellow I want to talk about (and certainly not the least) is the b-boy. Obviously he’s the break-dancer in my life. Is that all I really need to say about him? He’s fun, kitschy, sexy, and did I mention he’s a break-dancer? Although, you should know, that they don’t call it “break-dancing”, its actually referred to as “breaking”. And that is the new thing that you, my friend, learned today. Back to the story at hand, b-boy and I had a lot of fun. We used to come home in the middle of the night and make out in random little doorways in the Upper East Side. It was my personal wish that someone would walk in on us. That’s just the exhibitionist in me. He gets the most airtime because he and I had the most in common. He’s the only one I would have ever considered a long-term stint with.

But why Brooklyn? While Brooklyn isn’t a terrible place to live, it makes me wonder why these not-so-butter faces end up congregating within blocks of each other (meanwhile, I’m in fear of bumping into past partners during my walk of shame). Individualistic minds tend to migrate and huddle together in the depths of contrast (see: Rent). Strange as they are attempting to swim up-stream, yet displaying huge bits of hypocrisy for clinging to like-minds. Though, genius if you ask me. All I'm saying is that if my friends want to drag me out to Coney Island again, sign me up.

Don't Crush Where You Work

Isn’t that advice a little too late for me? At my previous job, I not only had a crush on a (semi) supervisor, but I asked him for dinner and ultimately ended up sleeping with him. That was nearly a year ago. I’ve been better since then, keeping myself at bay by dating guys that aren’t even in my field. In any case, it is my own personal belief that “crushing where you work” is inevitable.

They say that proximity plays a large role in relationships and dating. My inclination to believe this stems from my last two boyfriends and crushes. All in close proximity. All convenient. All boosting my already devastatingly inflated ego.

The guy who sits behind me is adorable. He jokes around with me, and we have a similar sense of humor (as evidenced by our simultaneous laughter at Star and Bucwild in the morning). He’s this buff kind of short guy. To be completely honest, I wasn’t attracted to him until I -heard him on the phone. This guy is so tough; it’s just the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. Then again, maybe I’m just horny. Also, to note, I’m hung up on flashing my six pack whenever I change into my gym clothes at work. Just to see what he does. I think he likes it. Who wouldn’t?

I vaguely recall hearing stories about couples that found each other through the throngs of co-workers that they were blessed with the opportunity to find their “soul mate” in the havens that are their workplace. Then again, what am I talking about? I don’t believe in the idea of “love” or “soul mates”, and no, that doesn’t make me a pathetic sad woman (notice I didn’t mention lonely). I am merely an avid supporter of Mr. (Dr.?) Darwin and his mysterious malady, evolution syndrome.

In any event, I would love to know what my fans (do I have any?) out in blogger land feel about this topic? I haven’t even fanned the topic of supervisor versus subordinate, but would be interested in hearing about that as well.