Here in New York City, the idea of survival comes in different shapes. But my most favorite one is the survival against loneliness. Here in Manhattan, you can shuffle your friends just like you shuffle your Spotify playlist. That’s how it simple it has become. It’s sad but it’s true. And the sooner you accept it, the easier it is to live in reality. Although reality seems to be the last dimension that I want to live in.

The other night, I found myself wandering again around East 14th Street and Third Avenue in East Village. I haven’t visited one of my/used to be all time favorite, The Belfry Bar, I’m supposed to meet up with a new friend whom I recently met named Murray, he’s a forty year old banker who just moved here from Australia. That night, I invited five or six more friends but nobody showed up. I had a shot of whiskey and an ice cold can of PBR and then left. As I was about to leave, Murray’s cab arrived in front of the bar and I was glad. We hit up the Red Lion Club on Bleecker Street in Greenwich Village and jammed along to the live band who played alternative rock music from 1990’s. After that we went to Barcade, on West 24th Street, where we played 80’s video games while drinking beer. I got so drunk and felt senseless, so I stepped outside to smoke a cigarette. I finished a cigarette and when I came back inside Murray was gone, I suspect, he was probably snorting cocaine in the bathroom, got paranoid and left. What a fuckhead. At the corner of the bar, I noticed a young couple eye fucking me while smirking. Both of them were good looking, in their mid-thirties, I guess their Hollywood look made them attractive to me considering I used to live in Los Angeles. The woman looked like the blonde version of Audrey Hepburn while the man echoes the physical appearance of Marlon Brando. Fuck, I will have a threesome with them, why the fuck not?! I shamelessly introduced myself.

“Hi, I’m Lorenzo! Have I met you two before?” I pretended to ask.
“No, not really but you will.” Audrey Hepburn replied with a smile in her face.
“Yeah, you will perhaps tonight.” Marlon Brando said right after Audrey.

I forgot to ask what their names are and when I asked them about it, they declined to say it by responding, “What difference does it make?”. I guess they have a point. A threesome with them is just sex, no strings attached, it doesn’t mean anything. I should know because I used to do the same thing. The three of us had shots of tequila and then called a cab to head to their place. While in the cab, the three of us were unusually quiet. I guess we’re all trying to ask ourselves, how the fuck did we end up from playing video games to ending the night with a threesome?! While inside the cab, for some weird reason, I kept thinking and reflecting about my fucking life. All the struggles that I had; working on real shitty jobs making minimum wage, how I was almost homeless since I didn’t have enough money to pay for rent, so I scheduled different couches of friends and sometimes complete strangers who were kind enough to offer a place to sleep at night, and then to the most important struggle that I ever had, falling in love for the first time and almost losing my fucking mind. And currently, I’m a soon-to-be published novelist armed with an literary agent, a lawyer, and a publicist, and my very own apartment in Lower Manhattan. All these things happened to me here in New York City. And of course, the countless rendezvous I’ve had with beautiful strangers and foreigners. I can’t imagine any other place where all these roller coaster experiences could happen and in a way, I’m glad. When the cab finally arrived in front of their apartment building, Marlon Brando and Audrey Hepburn immediately got out of the cab and both looked at me and waited. I also got out.

“This is us, I’m gonna prepare a nice glass of Manhattan for both of you.” She said.
“Yeah, I think I’m gonna have to pass..”
“What?!” Marlon Brando asked, looking disappointed.
“I’m sorry but this doesn’t feel right, anymore. I have to go!” I said.

I walked away from both of them. Not that I don’t want to have a threeway but it wasn’t my first time doing it with a couple. I think I’ve had my share of one night fucks, threesomes, foursomes, or whatever it is you call it these days. It’s not like I’m tired of the habits, I just need a little break I think, I want to spend some time away from this kind of pattern. I finally called a cab and headed straight home. Call me a pussy, but there’s a time for everything!

TO BE CONTINUED….