New York City

To be fair, he can’t really say he didn’t see this coming, given how ten minutes into our first date I fell into a trash pile and cursed the entire five boroughs of New York.

This morning, I stepped outside my apartment on Williamsburg’s busy Metropolitan Avenue to find my worst nightmare come true: my discarded bra, t-shirt, gym shorts, empty CD cases and other bits of garbage I’d carefully placed in a plastic bag were strewn across the grate in front of my building.