I’m sure I’ve mentioned this before – I love eavesdropping. I mean, how can you not? Real life is so much more interesting than fiction. Stranger and funnier and much more bizarre.
Depending on your perspective, I guess.
New York City is an awesome place for eavesdropping. Unlike other places, we’re out in the open most of the time. Living our lives in public. On the sidewalk, on the subway… Not hidden away in cars for hours every day. Well, most of us.
So the other day I was out and I overheard a great conversation. A bunch of girlfriends, all of whom seemed to be in their 30s. One of them was having boy troubles and the others were telling her what she should do. And they all had very strong opinions about it.
Now, as an aside… another awesome thing about NYC is that if you ask any group of people for advice about anything – where to get the best pulled pork sandwich, for example – you’re likely to get a handful of different and very passionate responses. Because everyone thinks they’re right. And each person will be committed to their answer and will want to convince you that it’s The Right Answer. For the record, the answer is, Daisy May’s.
Anyway, each of these girlfriends was very committed to her answer. Call him, don’t call him, text him, don’t text him, don’t return his calls… it was a cacophony of girlymag wisdom. Each of them certain that their’s was The Right Answer.
I didn’t hear the end of the conversation. So I have no idea how, or if, it was resolved. But I gotta tell you, it took every bit of self control to keep myself from butting in and saying, “There is no right answer.”
Tags: advice, dating advice, nyc