Supermoon

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The post-it wall at Union Square

Two weeks ago, a coworker and I left work at the same time. He was a young, good-looking guy named Mike in his mid-twenties who always wore a forest green hoodie and Vans sneakers to work. It didn’t matter for him though – he was a skilled VFX animator who worked in one of the dark edit suites near the back of the office. He’d been at the company for a little over a year.

We walked toward Union Square and I wondered what it was like to have a skill that people were willing to pay a lot of money for.

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“Could You Be With a Short Guy?”

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Napoleon on horseback. Painting by Alfred G. C. Comte d’Orsay

“Yeah,” I said.

I was talking to my cousin on the phone. She’d just come from a law school friend’s wedding in the Bay Area, an intimate affair up in the hills of Berkeley where, during cocktail hour, the bride had come up to her with a conspiratorial twinkle in her eye.

“There’s someone here I want to set you up with,” Ginny said, “He’s one of Harry’s best friends and my absolute favorite of all his friends.” Continue reading ““Could You Be With a Short Guy?””