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The Three Times You Ran Into Ryan Gosling

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The First Time

You were at the Smith on 3rd Avenue simply enjoying a simple dinner with a not-so-simple stripling. As you found out while you were dominating the butter-intensive mac-and-cheese and swallowing a myriad of mussels at a time, your friend was the youngest man to ever be signed by Wilhelmina. Trying to discreetly conceal any feelings of jealousy you solely focus on how that experience shaped him. Your endeavor to reconnoiter additional information focuses on questions pertinent to whether he did cocaine off of other models butts, or sporadically woke up in random Soho lofts on Wednesday mornings. No, Kyle wasn’t like that, and rather than falling in the trap of the easy-and-fast money he focused on school, successfully evading a mutinous lifestyle. You would never have done that were you to find yourself in his position. You envy him.

You pay the check, you get up to go. But prior to getting on the Vespa to ride back to the LES, your friend decides it is important to smoke one of his American Spirits. You get a Lucky Strike out, astutely expecting him to agitate you with a comment about the lack of filters in your cigarettes. As you light up a match, you see this beautiful dog. A mixed breed, with some British royalty in it you think. You focus on the dog, slowly becoming aware of the presence of the owner, his appealing bravura slowly affecting your aura. As you raise your eyes to compliment the dog you realize the dog’s owner is looking at you straight in the eye. He is looking at both you and your friend, almost flirting in a no-homo kind of manner, the kind of flirting that a heteronormative society idealizes in movies like Black Swan for LUGs and girls, but god-forbid would that be okay for men. He walks past you, a fit figure of confident posture and elegant air. “Jesus,” Kyle utters as Ryan Gosling is four steps away. “That was totally a famous actor that just walked past us.” You nod in agreement, regretting that you didn’t have the courage to adequately bro-flirt with him and/ or greet him in recognition, as his smirk implied he was expecting.

This very event becomes the center of your social media presence for the following two days. A segment of your female friends express resentment, you are told you’re living a “magic” life and you slowly begin to think people are overreacting. You walked past Ryan Gosling. Whatever.

You decide it is time to move on with your life regularly, as all good things come to an end. Ask Kirsten Dunst if you need further proof–you might run into her at LIT lounge on 2nd Ave by the way-or even Michelle Williams.

The Second Time

You’ve proceeded with your regular routines, your normal life of work and fun. It has been three days since you saw Ryan Gosling and the spark of the event seems to slowly be becoming an event of the past. Then, all of a sudden, as if you’re a male Rachel McAddams holding moleskines, here he comes again. This time walking with two other friends, he doesn’t necessarily pay attention to you, doesn’t make eye-contact; no bromance. He probably-definitely-for-sure isn’t cognizant of the fact your brain is going batshit, wondering how the fuck it is possible to run into Ryan Gosling twice in this short period of time. But you roll your eyes and think: “wow, I guess he’s really enjoying being in the city. He is walking around carefree, sans concerns of fans chasing him.” You almost look up to him for being one of those cool celebrities who don’t let their fame get to their head and alter their vies quotidiennes to utter extremes; he s still a normal human being. You are once again inspired to return to the gym for proper training, because this Ryan Gosling figure is somewhat of a contemporary Kouros walking and breathing around us mortals. Facial hair you’re not certain you can pull of yet, but next time you are certainly not getting your Trader Joe’s groceries delivered. You will carry them back and hopefully augment your physique. It is summer, the bitch-heat might make you feel languished, but you will do anything for an equally molded body.

The Third Time

It is a Friday night, marking the five-day period since you last saw Ryan Gosling. You are with Kyle–the model who chose a magnanimous lifestyle–and your roommate. A friend texts you to come meet them and do some blow at a lounge called “Stay.” You’ve never heard of any place called “Stay,” so you text back asking if he actually meant “Sway.” You like Sway because you love the music they play there. You’re easily satisfied with the Smiths, Morrissey and generally good 80s music. You do get in a cab heading to Sway after a mundane stunt at the Submercer. Suddenly you realize the unimaginable. Here he is once again. Ryan-omnipresent-Gosling walking with two friends again. You are willing to bet at this point he is walking towards where you are going. He literally looks into the cab, and does the “I’m beautiful and waiting for you to recognize me” look once again. Kyle agrees with you: he for sure looked into your cab and smiled at you. You aren’t delusional, and your feelings of being delusional are rapidly dwindling. He’s wearing a leather jacket and all three of you agree it is too hot for a leather jacket and pass a tiny amount of judgement his way. Not that he will ever care. Maybe he uses leather jacket as his accoutrement, who knows?

You get out of the cab, he enters Sway. You enter right behind him. You watch the crowd there slowly develop a peculiar energy of attention towards him. You feel his discomfort, and as you are literally a step away from each other you contemplate the eeriness of a statement such as: “Hi! You won’t believe this, but I’ve ran into you three times in the past 10 days.” You decide that would be above and beyond creepy, and even if feelings of discomfort recede when under the influence of alcohol, you choose to not say it.

You observe him get approached by any female in the bar: attractive or not, tan or fake-tan, fat or thin. They treat him like the best thing they can capture with their smartphone camera, almost like a monument or an object. This is the moment you decide you’d rather not disturb him at all. You have no reason to assume he has any interest at all in interacting with anyone but his true friends, the ones who accompanied him to the club in the first place.

The biggest irony of all was that you were supposed to go to “Stay” and not “Sway.” So you ponder the inscrutable nature of this last run-in.

A month goes by, and you haven’t seen him since Sway. You read that Chloe Sevigny had a great eye-screwed him in the East Village, despite the fact that he didn’t recognize her and realize how small this world is, as you’ve tried to eye-screw Chloe numerous times at the Opening Ceremony store she can be found. But before you all end up at your Favorite Party Ever on Wednesday at le Bain, you realize that you are not like them. They’re different, in a Gatsby-an sense. They’re not like you and me.

You wrote this to let Ryan Gosling know that in early July your fates truly wanted you to meet. Maybe he was meant to be your mentor. Maybe a friend. Maybe he was supposed to fall in love with your ex.

Maybe there will be a fourth time. Whatever. TC mark

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  • http://twitter.com/paigetherage Paige Levy

    my friend and I saw him eating at Gemma on Bowery early July.. hmm

  • http://twitter.com/lucefowls Lucy Fowler

    You had me at “Ryan Gosling”.

  • anonymous

    What a stereotypical bro.  (The “writer,” not Gosling)

    Did anyone proofread this? Anyone? Bueller?

  • http://twitter.com/kyleangeletti Kyle Angeletti

    A lot of words to express very little. 
    Also, seems pretty difficult to use ‘reconnoiter’ without sounding like an ass. 

    • anon

      thats the amazing power of fiction… you explode a moment, make it more real, more interesting.  i liked this piece… not everything needs to be so literal and narrow minded

  • http://twitter.com/galette_rois Julian Galette

    I can’t ever take Ryan Gosling seriously because I remember watching him on “Young Hercules” when I was in 2nd or 3rd grade. 

  • Anonymous

    What?  Cool story bro.

  • Anonymous

    What?  Cool story bro.

  • http://www.nosexcity.com NoSexCity

    This is soooooo BEE-NYC. I say that with all the love in my heart, because three guesses where I’ll be lurkin’ until winter hits…

  • http://www.facebook.com/t.jason.ham Jason Ham

    “You read that Chloe Sevigny had a great eye-screwed him in the East
    Village, despite the fact that he didn’t recognize her and realize how
    small this world is, as you’ve tried to eye-screw Chloe numerous times
    at the Opening Ceremony store she can be found.”

    WHAT IS THIS SENTENCE?
    WHAT IS THIS SENTENCE?
    WHAT IS THIS SENTENCE?
    WHAT IS THIS SENTENCE?

    • TomatoCakes

      I believe that English is Elias’s second language, as his bio says he grew up in Greece.  Having said that, though, he really could have used a proofreader.

      • Jenn

        Fair, totally fair.  BUT, you’d think TC would have proofread it or edited it before putting it up on the website?

        Hahaha, totally kidding, guys.  TC?  Editing stuff before putting it up?  LOL

      • Etezapsidis

        this sentence was actually edited. it used to say ‘eye-fcuk’ and beyond that i think all that’s missing is a comma. 

        TOTALLY ESL though, so yeah, i ll be using a proofreader in the future. thanks so much for your help guys, i appreciate it!

  • Guesty

    no1curr

    • Guesty

      also

      “You are with Kyle–the model who chose a magnanimous lifestyle–and your roommate.”Dude.  The fact that you felt you had to remind us who Kyle is means THIS SHIT IS TOO LONG

  • Bri

    I couldn’t get through this because you are so pretentious.  Move over Chelsea Fagan, Elias Tezapsidis has taken your place.

  • Brc2910

    love this! definitely, maybe Elias mou. or maybe 3 is a magic number or something. 

  • Brc2910

    love this! definitely, maybe Elias mou. or maybe 3 is a magic number or something. 

  • http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=612928768 Samie Rose

    I’ve said lots of disapproving things about this piece but I’ve had, like, four comments get deleted.

  • coffeeandinternets

    needs more fanfic

  • -Heather-

    what’s the point of this?

    • Strange Friend

      He really wants you to know that he’s met Ryan Gosling.

      Except he wants to brag about meeting Ryan Gosling without bragging about meeting Ryan Gosling — hence the use of “you” instead of “I.”

      This is just another instance of the same sad trope all these fucker use here to conceal overt bragging. Nothing new in these parts.

  • kaylee

    Hey, at least the next time Ryan Gosling googles himself, thought catalog will come right up, and then he can read about these random coincidences. He might even think “Wow, that is cool.” And you can toy with the idea forever that you might have occupied Ryan Gosling’s mind for a few seconds. Isn’t that great? Yeah. Now gtfo :)

  • Vicky Shazam

    this was annoying to read, as ryan gosling is one of my favorite actors and i’d love to even talk to him for like five seconds. you should have just said hey. i really doubt ryan gosling is a prick. 3 strikes you’re out dude.

  • Vicky Shazam

    this was annoying to read, as ryan gosling is one of my favorite actors and i’d love to even talk to him for like five seconds. you should have just said hey. i really doubt ryan gosling is a prick. 3 strikes you’re out dude.

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