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Updated: Jan. 27, 2015
Originally Published: June 18, 2012
I found myself at a friend’s house for one of her monthly literary gatherings, and the evening was simply enchanting. After several dreary, rainy days, the calmness of the air amid the lively streets of Manhattan felt like a breath of fresh air. My friend Alex had been at an event in the city as well, planning to pick me up. He was in Midtown while I was on the Upper West Side. We both assumed he would finish first, but a long wait for his car at the parking garage led me to take matters into my own hands.
“I’ll just stroll South on Amsterdam, and you head North when you get the car. We’ll likely meet around 72nd at Broadway,” I texted him.
“Sounds good,” he replied.
Wearing relatively comfortable wedges, I wandered through the familiar streets, reflecting on how much had changed and yet how much remained the same since we left Manhattan eight years ago for the suburbs. The memorial chapel where I had attended my childhood best friend’s grandfather’s funeral still stood, as did the restaurant across the street where I experienced one of my most disastrous first dates. There were new froyo shops, a nail salon I had frequented during our city days, and a wine store at the same location, now with a different name.
“I’m in the car heading up 8th. Where are you?” he texted me.
“Low 70’s on Broadway,” I replied.
“Stop wherever you are, and I’ll come get you.”
I made my way to a corner to make it easier for him to find me. As I spotted his car approaching, a smile spread across my face. “I’m here,” I thought. I snapped a quick photo of the diner on the corner and sent it to him.
“I’m here!”
“Be right there.”
It was the West Side Restaurant at 69th and Broadway—our special spot. This diner was where our unofficial first date took place, a scene straight out of a romantic comedy featuring stars like Tom Hanks and Meg Ryan.
It wasn’t meant to be a date; I know this because I wouldn’t have worn my ratty pajamas or taken off my makeup first. It was pouring rain at 4 AM, and I had a friend of a friend holding an umbrella over me while I complained about stepping into puddles in my flip-flops.
We settled into a booth by the window, oblivious to my messy bun as we talked through the night. I indulged in pancakes smothered in syrup while he enjoyed scrambled eggs and fries. The sun rose, the rain ceased, and our conversation flowed.
Neither of us would claim it was love at first sight, but we both recognized that there was something special—an undeniable spark, a chemistry that felt different from anything we had experienced before. Three hours passed in that booth on Labor Day in 2002, and then life unfolded: we dated, got engaged, married, bought a house, welcomed children—each joy intertwined with challenges. Our hearts soared, yet were also shattered by life’s ups and downs. Romance often faded as we focused on family, work, and the realities of adult life.
You may find yourself feeling like he’s forgotten those romantic gestures because he’s not really that type. Sometimes you even worry he’s forgotten about you altogether. Then, on your 35th birthday, you hope he’ll surprise you with something grand, even though you know that’s not his style. You dream of Michelin stars and fancy dishes, even though he casually suggests a “nice” outfit without much detail—what does that even mean?
As you share your excitement with friends in the days leading up to your birthday, you feel a bit silly for building it up in your mind, but you can’t help it. You get in the car, dressed in your sort-of fancy outfit, and as he drives you to Manhattan, your hopes rise. You wonder if he’s truly planned something special.
But when you reach your destination and realize it’s just the diner, you can’t help but shed a few tears—not from disappointment but from sheer happiness. This is where you belong. He remembered. He knew your heart and, despite the lack of reservations, he called ahead to save that booth just for you.
Once again, I had pancakes soaked in syrup while he opted for scrambled eggs and fries. All of that for just $26 with tip! There was nowhere else I would have rather been than right there, across from him in that booth, or in that car, or anywhere else.
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Summary:
This reflection on a special relationship highlights the beauty of simplicity and shared experiences, from a memorable first date at a diner to the complexities of life, love, and parenthood. It emphasizes that true connection often exists in the ordinary moments spent together.
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