The other evening I was taking an after-dinner, rosé-fueled stroll with my best friends, enjoying the perks of the new season. The temperature was balmy but not unbearable, I was wearing all white, and we had eaten alfresco. It felt like summer. And then I just went slack-jawed: Right in front of us was a couple just making out on the street. Like, really going for it in a way that I hadn't seen in months since the harsh weather had kept most New Yorkers chilly, closed off, and passionless. My ...
The other evening I was taking an after-dinner, rosé-fueled stroll with my best friends, enjoying the perks of the new season. The temperature was balmy but not unbearable, I was wearing all white, and we had eaten alfresco. It felt like summer. And then I just went slack-jawed: Right in front of us was a couple just making out on the street. Like, really going for it in a way that I hadn't seen in months since the harsh weather had kept most New Yorkers chilly, closed off, and passionless. My ...
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