The year was 2015, the date, Friday, September 4th. Location, Clinton Hill, Brooklyn. Fulton Street to be exact… and those are the only details they agree on. She said… I was having a much needed and wanted after work cocktail with friends, at a tiny pseudo wine bar. Thankfully wine wasn’t the drink of choice this evening. Laughter was in the air as me and the ladies caught up to take our minds off of the work week. In walks a handsome gentleman full of confidence (maybe slight arrogance) heading straight to the bar. He was stopping through to chat with what was discovered to be a mutual friend, the bartender. I played it cool as my friends talked to him, everyone was enjoying the night and the weekend freedom that Friday brings. The young man looked across the bar and asked me, where do you live? I replied that I lived in Brooklyn, then asked him the same, what about you? He said he’s from Brooklyn, but is in town from his current home….LOS ANGELES. My mind shut down… NAHHHHH LA is cool, but too far…. I lied, been playing it cool ever since… He Said… Labor Day weekend in Brooklyn brought me back to visit my city. On the way to a party in Manhattan, I decided to stop and say hi to a friend/bartender and have a quick drink before heading over the bridge. As I double parked and ran inside, I saw my friend and three attractive women seated in this small bar. Within minutes I could tell that I was staying a little longer than I expected. “I’m from Brooklyn but I live in LA..” made one of the women turn her head. The little one in the black dress with freckles and attitude caught my attention. She flirted and played coy at the same time, she was attracted to my swag (but was too stubborn to say it), my attention turned to her for the rest of the night. After a drink, a few laughs and a nudge from her girlfriends, she handed her leftover food to her friends, drove with me to the city and we spent the rest of the weekend together. She’s been my rider ever since…