After 2 days of driving finally I arrived at 10th street in NYC. My skin was worse for the wear (I seriously don't understand how truck drivers keep their complexion, lol) But all and all, I was doing ok.
There I was, cute talented girl ready to make her name in NYC.
The next job was to unload the truck but that wasn't too difficult. But as soon as I brought up my first plant, I was greeted by first NYC friend and new neighbor Sam.
Sam was seriously big perhaps 280 pounds and 5 foot 10 and really wide. As soon as Sam saw me with my plants he said, "hello", stuttering a bit. It's funny how a 5'4 100 pound girl can put fear into the heart of a grown man. I gave him my smile and said, "Hi, I'm Stacy."
"I'm Sam, are you moving in?"
Well, obviously, not so quick this fellow was. "Yes," I answered plants in hand with door open to my empty studio.
"You.... want some help?" Well at least he figured that much out.
"Yes, Thank you" I smiled.
He helped bring up my stuff. He got really sweaty as he did it. Clearly Sam could use a little dieting and perhaps a membership to a health club but he did a great job.
As soon as we were done, I offered to buy him a soda. He was very grateful. Here I was in NYC. Sam, was a writer and very shy. He told me about how he writes poetry and also plays. I told him I am an actress. We actually hit it off although he wasn't exactly the most handsome or the smoothest guy in the world, he'd do as a friend and at least we were in the same industry. Not to mention he moved all my stuff.
Anyways, I invited him out that night to go clubbing with me but he was too shy. Oh well. Later that week he knocked on my door as I was watching TV and he seemed really nervous. I told him to come in and asked him how he was doing. He said, "Good," and then didn't say anything for a moment then he said, "Stacy, I really like you and would like to go out with you."
Oh boy, here we go, I thought. "Sam, I'm really flattered but I think I'd prefer to just be friends with you. I'm new to town and really I'm not even sure if your my type in general. I'm just too small for you. You need a girl that's a bit bigger, don't you think." That was a good excuse I thought.
Sam looked like I just told him that every pet he ever owned just died.
I said, "Come in Sam." Let's watch TV. He said, "Ok"
He said on the exact opposite side of the couch, so I smiled and patted the couch next to me and said, come here. He shyly came over. I then leaned on him a bit and watched my show.