Expectation:
I would go on plenty of dates.
Reality:
NO MAN has paid for a single meal for me in New York City. No man has taken me out to dinner. No man has asked for my time for more than a day or a few hours ahead of time. DRINKS THOUGH?! Yeah… they'll buy me drinks. They'll take me on a date to a bar, late at night. They don't want to date… they just wanna get it in. I'm sayin'. 5 months in NY and I haven't been on a legit sit-down-dinner-date. Ohh and to be honest, I've probably only gone on a couple dates to begin with. This is partially my fault, because I don't give out my time that easily, but not many have actually asked for it.
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Expectation:
I'd dress so much better. I'd shop in SoHo. I'd pretty much fashion kill it, in my own sense.
Reality:
False. My ass still online shops Forever21 on the regular. TopShop is still expensive-AF despite my pay increase. My steez has not changed much just because I've moved to a bigger city. However, I guess I've slightly evolved? I never expected to wear heels as much as I do. I cannnnnnot leave the apartment without at least three accessory pieces. STILL—not as "grown-lady-NYC" as I would like…
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Expectation:
I would cook, again.
Reality:
AIN'T NO BODY GOT TIME FOR THAT. Ugh. Cooking for one is a bitch. Its a waste to go grocery shopping then have ingredients spoil in your fridge because you never needed that amount to begin with OR you get a random invite to go out after work instead. I've learned it is way more cost-efficient to only buy food I am immediately going to consume or buy the bulk of my necessities in the freezer section of Trader Joe's.
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Expectation:
I would freelance my way through my career in NY.
Reality:
I am a fluke. I am the exception to the rule. I am amongst the small minority of people who come to NY without a fuck and succeed in a way they did not imagine. In all honesty I had no expectations for myself as far as my career went, it was not high on my priorities list. I just wanted to survive over here. I didn't expect the career jump and I never imagined it would happen as swift as it did. I am definitely blessed as far as this goes. So although I can't find a man who finds me worthy enough of a dinner, or I still dress the same and pay extra money for food because I am lazy, at least I'M GETTIN' IT all by my damn self. Cheers to that.