I thought you were just an old soul.”Diana and I danced to “Jump” by the Pointer Sisters, a song he didn’t recognize.Before Diana left at 4 a.m., she whispered to me, “He likes you.Soon he was laughing, saying, “My roommates can’t stand you.And I was always so confused why a 26-year-old was upset about our parties.When I asked him if I seemed older, he said, “Not really.Mostly because you aren’t working and you’re around all of the time.”I said: “When I graduated high school, you were 4.”One Sunday at 5 a.m., he got to experience the pleasure of being woken up in my bed by his roommates’ drunken rendition of “Oops! I Did It Again.”“This is really annoying,” he yelled, covering his head with my pillow.“It’s payback,” I said. But when I told my coupled-up girlfriends, they said I was living a fantasy.“At least you’re having fun,” a soon-to-be-divorced friend said. I didn’t even want to touch my husband at the end.”Even so, the chasm between my new friend and me was no more glaring than when he said, “Dating is fun.
But NOT because I assume unemployed people are some kind of no-ambition losers or anything though, especially after a few years of a tough economy!
One of them would appear, flush with alcohol and annoyance, and promise to turn it down. When they didn’t, I would call the doorman, the management company and, once, the police. One afternoon in the elevator, I saw one of the guys from next door in jeans and a T-shirt, his dark hair slightly receding.“Are you always around in the middle of the day? “I thought you were, like, 26.”Was he sweet-talking me?
” he asked.“For the last few months I have been,” I said. “It’s my last year of law school.”“Never leave a job without another,” I told him. I looked the same age as my friends, but maybe the dormlike context had fooled him.
So I wouldn't imagine it's exactly the best time to get to know someone who's at that point in his life.
I was 37, single, unemployed and depressed because in a couple of months I was going to be moving out of my studio apartment on East 23rd Street in Manhattan and in with my mother in Sheepshead Bay, Brooklyn.
I've been there myself, and I know that plenty of smart, hardworking people go through it.