Exactly one year ago today, I met a gorgeous stockbroker at Bean & Bean cafe in the Financial District. I don’t drink coffee, but it was pouring outside and I needed shelter from the rain, so I ran to first awning I saw. Then I saw him, sitting at a table right by the entrance, dressed impeccably in a sky blue Prada shirt; he was the hottest man I’d ever seen.
“James and I saw each other four times that week, and before I knew it, I was in a relationship with a man who had 18 tailored suits hanging in his walk-in closet.”