So I watched Serendipity yesterday. If you haven’t seen this movie then you obviously have no idea what true love is (my true love = baked goods). It has everything an ideally amazing love story needs, a pretty British girl, witty writing, and the always amazing holiday season. It is one of the movies that you only let yourself watch once every couple of years, in hopes of recapturing the magic that you experience the first time you saw it. Thankfully as I laid in my bed eating cheese ravioli, fish sticks, and lighting vanilla candles I was able to recapture the magic that is Serendipity…so much in fact, that I decided I was going to find that same kind of love before the year is up.
First I went to Bloomingdale’s on 58th street and stood by the Cashmere gloves waiting for a gorgeous woman to grab a pair so I could grab it at the exact same time. This didn’t work so well, as there were plenty of gloves in stock and every time I grabbed the same pair as a beautiful woman and said, “oh man look at that, we grabbed the same pair…I guess it’s fate. Maybe we should both take one of the gloves and get married next year?” They just pushed me out of the way and grabbed another pair. I was asked to leave the store after 40 minutes.
I then walked over to the actual Serendipity ice cream store on 60th and waited for fate and destiny to take its course. Turns out I was destined to show up while it was packed and forced to drink my vanilla milkshake standing by the door. It was 25 degrees last night and I think I caught pneumonia waiting for true love. After three hours I didn’t speak to anyone except a female janitor that told me when she was born she had three feet. I left soon after my conversation with her.
Lastly I decided to look in the front cover of books at every bookstore in the city, hoping to find a name and number to the girl of my dreams. I decided to go with the original Harry Potter book, as he is British and I was hoping for a little Brit. The first 23 books stores all had the book, but none had any names, numbers, or facebook accounts in the front cover. At the 24th everything changed. I opened up the book expecting another blank page, but when I saw a name and number my heart did a somersault in my chest.
It read “Kevin. 212-323-6341. Call when you’re ready” now of course this was tricky, because Kevin is one of those names that can be either a guy or girl. But then it did say “call when you’re ready”…ready for love? Ready for a sexy British girl to sit under my Jewish Christmas tree naked? Yes. Yes I was very ready.
Turns out Kevin was actually a man and he meant ‘call when you’re ready’ as in, ‘call when you’re ready to get your ass kicked in a game of magic and dragons’. And though I fucked him after the game, I was disappointed that he wasn’t a she, and that she wasn’t the girl of my dreams. I’m going to keep looking though. Tonight as I start eating, drinking, and stumbling around Brooklyn and lower Manhattan I will be searching…searching for Serendipity (an unexpected and fortunate discovery). Wish me luck!
Getting ready for a wonderful night with both of my girlfriends (Jt and Tara),
Daniel Dickey
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I like how you played with it a litttttle hahaha !!! I especially liked that you chose Harry Potter- Well done sir..well done! LoL