New York or dating

It's been 24 days since my interview in New York, and no word at all on the internship. I'm afraid I'm beginning to lose confidence.

But no worries, there's some good news about not moving to New York. If you will, please refer to the map below. I clipped it out of the February 2007 National Geographic (fyi--there are always fascinating yet odd tidbits about love in the Feb. editions). This particular map shows the distribution of single people across the country. The blue dots are male, and the orange dots are female.


















If you'll take a quick look at the map, you can see what I call a middle school dance phenomena. All the guys on one side and all the girls on the other. ;o)

Now click on the map to take a closer look at Boston versus New York. I like dating. Dating is a good thing, and for some reason I find Boston's demographic a little more encouraging than New York's. I mean 185,000 more females than males, come on.

So although I may not get my dream internship in NYC, I can take comfort in knowing I have a better chance of finding a boyfriend in Boston. But then again I've always wanted to live in Seattle or maybe LA. I wonder what internships I might find there. ;o)

Tuxedo at a Square Dance

While driving ridiculous speeds along I-84 from NYC to Boston at 1 AM, downing Diet Cokes, and rocking out to hard rock, reggae, and 90's favorites (I still can't get "but you said he's just a friend" out of my head) I had some time to contemplate this trip from which I was returning.

Imagine yourself dressed to the hilt in a ball gown or tuxedo headed to a "fancy" event. You check and recheck your hair or makeup while you travel. You take every precaution that you'll arrive on time, and then upon walking through the door you discover you are at a square dance, and everyone else is wearing jeans. Can you say awkward? Good, I knew you could.

That would my experience on Monday. I went in to NYC for an internship interview for a children's television production. After listening to some very sage advice I made sure I looked as professional as possible. I purchased a suit, straightened my hair, and even had a manicure. I arrived 15 minutes early, only to discover that I was WAY over-dressed. Everyone else in the office was wearing jeans, t-shirts, and khakis. I looked like a lawyer, ready to serve papers. I'm just hoping that the suit wasn't a deterrent, and I still get the internship.

Keep your fingers crossed for me, and I'll keep you posted on the result.