The next afternoon I found myself slipping into my new slinky Dior sundress and matching sandals as I made my way downtown. “14th street please, between 11th and Broadway!” I told the cab driver who gave a nod and pulled away from the curb.
I had a date with a certain royal blooded artist and I felt like dressing up the part. Luka and I had spoken on the phone for almost two hours last night, chatting, flirting, learning about each other. It was unbelievable how light and airy this man made me feel and I hadn’t even spoken two words to him in person yet. The last time a guy made me feel this way was…shit I can’t even remember? Now I was on my way to his personal art studio to get an exclusive look into his life and private affairs.
Dating in New York City in your 30s was not the frilly,
