This weekend provided three reminders of why I'm still single:
1. Midtown doormen who ask me out on dates when all I'm trying to accomplish is to walk from 6th Ave to Madison Square Park with my iPod in while reading a book. He actually got me to stop - I thought he needed help.
2. Crazy men around Times Square who literally hobble over to me and get close enough to blow me kisses at point blank - while I'm talking to a friend.
3. Saturday night dream: harmonizing with a room full of family and other characters (including Carlton Banks, who is apparently a family friend, an opera singer, and Wanda Sykes as someone named Shaunda) to Whitney Houston's Didn't We Almost Have It All
Seriously?
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I can't believe you had carlton Banks in your dream- you are so lucky
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