Monday, July 9th, 6:15pm, Park Avenue

Monday, July 9th, 6:15pm, Park avenue… I decided to take a walk. I had about an hour and a half to kill, about 30 blocks to cover before I got home. It’s relaxation time. It’s people watching time.

I saw people of all ages pile out of the buildings, most men looking ordinary with their business slacks and uncomfortably fitted blue shirts. Men and women looking like they traded their gym and relaxation time for the work hard play hard mantra. Remember the “fat kid” from the movies in the 60s through the early 80s? The kid who would be considered “average” nowadays? The streets were filled with grown up versions of that kid, male and female. Beer and ice cream are much more instantly gratifying than weights and treadmills after a 12 hour work day. I should know, I made that choice a few times before.

This is what success is considered nowadays – working yourself in a conformist environment while your health slowly deteriorates, while distracting yourself with alcohol and telling yourself that you’re making the right choice. You’re a success, you know you are. And all those guys that don’t look like you – slackers, hippies, I’ll show them once I’m finally part of the 1%!

But I digress, this blog is, after all, supposed to be about my romantic endeavors spanning the city. But on that Monday, on Park avenue, at 6:15, there were no romantic endeavors and no possibilities of them starting. Everyone was tired, everyone looked bad, there was no inspiring sexy spark anywhere in that crowd.

And it got me thinking – how can anyone actually get laid in an environment like that? After all, you have to convince yourself that THIS, THIS is the top of the world, that your financial ambition should provide you with an easy life and the fruits should be all around you. But this is not the case. No matter where you are in your life, you have to hustle.

It’s just that the financial hustle in New York City is so great, and the perceived romantic opportunities are so many, that people feel that they no longer have to hustle for their personal life. They feel that if they are the perfect Mr or Ms Worker Bee, that everything else will drop into place for them and soon. And they are sadly mistaken.

There was a thread on my favorite macking forum calling NYC a cock festival. And I couldn’t help but agree, because if you are not hustling romantically in NYC, then every single one of your days is like Monday on Park Avenue at 6:15 – bland, ugly, empty, conformist. The thread only confirmed that – 90% of its posters rushed to NYC’s defense, claiming that the original poster just wasn’t going to the right spots, on the right days, with the right people.

In an ideal world, however, you don’t have to hustle for your love live. It should be simple, fun and free, in the ideal world, you would live in a “poosy paradise” that many people valiantly search for.

And people are getting mad that New York City, after all the hype of “if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere”, after all the money you spend only to live in a closet, is not a “poosy paradise”, but a playground for hustlers, a place where you have to work equally hard, if not harder at romance then you do at money.

However, for those that do hustle, the rewards are many. And once you SEE that level of reward, once you can feel it so close to you that it’s almost within reach – it becomes impossible to avoid such hustle. I’ve recently stumbled onto a thread called “Models next to regular people” on a forum somewhere. It exemplifies this view better than anything:

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Kind of hard to go back, don’t you think?

IN OTHER NEWS: one of my friends families has a home on the Ukraine. His wife, also a very good friend of mine, wants to invite me there since she feels a bit overwhelmed by his family and feels like my presence will make the trip more fun. My friend said “I don’t know if you can handle it, your dick will explode from all the hot chicks walking down the street EVERYWHERE”. Maybe Ukraine is a “poosy paradise”. I guess I’ll have to wait and see.

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4 Responses to Monday, July 9th, 6:15pm, Park Avenue

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  2. Dean Joseph says:

    As pseudo native NYer, when you come here it’s all about GETTING MONEY. Period end of story. So in the meantime you may get married, ass and whatever else. But the main reason for NY is to GET MONEY. Everything else orbits around that, once you firgure that out its smooth sailing…

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