January 2009

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Lost and Found

The Lost Boys from Peter Pan were allegedly lost by their nannies.  Having gone unclaimed for seven days they were whisked off to Neverland, which is commonly regarded as a metaphor for immortality and escapism.  This is what came to mind, when I was leaving my apartment for work and found a man sleeping in the doorway of my building.  Even from a distance, I could tell he wasn’t a homeless person (or, as is more appropriate in New York, an apartmentless person).

Like any true New Yorker, I can tell when a fresh shipment of some illegal substance hits the city based upon the number of people sleeping in the streets that don’t really look homeless.  Initially, I suspected that this was such an individual, but closer inspection revealed that it was a twenty something man in a suit accessorized with a Breitling watch and black shiny shoes, using a backpack for a pillow and sleeping on top of a cardboard box.  He didn’t look homeless.  He looked like he worked in finance.  One of the Lost Lehman Brothers Perhaps?

If this is your FBF, please contact the DABA girls to claim.  See Picture above.

P dot S There are no lost girls in Neverland because as Peter Pan explains, girls are too clever to ever be lost in this manner.  Obvi.

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My FBF (Finance guy Boyfriend) works at a hedge fund.  With a different financial institution collapsing daily, his trading positions had been blowing up and so was our relationship.  For weeks he had been picking fights with me over mundane things that he never would have cared about before the recession (“BR”)  Yesterday, I received a bbm from him and it appeared that my life was back on track.

FBF:  dinner 2nite?
Moi:  luv 2 xox
FBF:  want 2 go 2 Barrio Chino?
Moi:  Obvi
FBF:  make a list of every restaurant we’ve been meaning to go to

Before I can insert the appropriate emoticon to convey my extreme pleasure at the prospect of endless dinners out and therefore endless opportunities to get dressed up, he continues:

FBF:  We should try to go to all of them B4 we move
Moi goes silent
FBF:  Baby aren’t you tired of fighting all the time bc I’m stressed at work?
Moi continues black berry silent treatment while FBF types as fast as his rudimentary male texting skills will allow.  He wants to move to the Midwest, to the suburbs in fact, where we can have a yard, in which the two of us, along with his beloved mother, can spend our Saturdays BBQing.

It was like a bad episode of Green Acres.  Was I going to be plucked out of my beloved city?  I cast a mournful glance down at the Louis Vuittons encasing my feet.  Poor dears.  They wouldn’t last long in the suburbs.  Indeed the yard work and monotony of suburban life would wear down both of our soles.

“Maria’s” story, as retold by the DABA Girls

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My FBF lost his job, sigh, and has been working steadily at going crazy ever since, but I think he’s finally lost it.  I heard through the grapevine (aka Twitter and Facebook) that he had been losing his temper and starting fights.  I didn’t experience it myself until New Year’s Eve.

As had seemed to become the norm, he got wasted within the first hour of the evening.  Whatevs, it was New Years.  Some other party goer accidentally knocked my champagne glass out of my hand.  My FBF grabbed him by his shirt collar and demanded that the poor bloke apologize to me.  Excessive use of force but tres adorable that he was defending me.  A half hour later I had lost track of his whereabouts but quickly located him when another fight broke out.  My FBF was then escorted out by security, and, I’m told, on the way out he also unleashed his fury on the coat check girl and a lamppost that was at the wrong place at the wrong time.  It wasn’t so bad that he got kicked out, these things happen with alpha males.  It was that I was left alone, at a party, with his friends, on New Year’s Eve.  Assuming he would follow-up with some apology, I texted him the next day and told him that I never wanted to see him again.  His text response, “Fine by me.”  Well he’s obviously lost it.

-”Kim’s” story, as retold by the DABA Girls

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