Imagine you are cruising down the Pacific Coast Highway. The weather, as it always seems to be, is perfect, not a cloud in sight. You’ve done the impossible and found the perfect pair of sunglass that fit your face as if they were made specifically for your features. The sun is shining - giving your face that perfect sun drenched warm feeling. The curves of the road are taken so tightly by the European convertible you’re riding in, you feel like they’re filming a commercial showing off how well it handles.
There are some turns of the road that come so close to the ocean you can actually smell the salt in the air. What a perfect trip! You have mansions dangling from the side of mountains to your left and what appears to the endless ocean on your right. You’re heading south without a doubt in your mind and a care in the world. When then all of the sudden…BAM! You’re in Detroit!
Now that seems highly unlikely I know, but that’s dating in New York City for you. Why are there so many vehicles – dating, seeing, hooking up, just friends, friends with benefits, going steady (ok, no one uses that one anymore). With so many labels and places a relationship can end up, no wonder I always seem to end up shaking my head and searching for a compass.