Kissing in New York

I thought about writing about the best places for kissing in New York.

Park Avenue in the 80s, in Wintertime;

Park Avenue in the 50s, in Springtime;

Outside of Gramercy Park, in Summer, by accident;

On the Second Floor of Bloomingdale’s, near the elevators, with a cup of Forty Carrots froyo melting in your hand;

On an abandoned floor in the MetLife Building;

Outside of the St Regis, after Champagne under Old King Cole;

Cherry Hill, Central Park — the Marathon Finish area;

Under the front awning of my apartment building, out of line-of-sight of the doorman, after waiting a very long time.

I suppose that to even entertain these memories is to dwell in the past.  But each of these places and kisses is an exquisite memory.

I think everyone does their best kissing in New York City.

(Throughout the month of June, I’ll be writing a series of New York-related posts, and/or inviting some friends to guest post about their New York experiences, to celebrate my eight years in New York City.)

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  1. Tick Tock Diner at 4:17am with a wonderful long-haired blonde from Long Island City. First and only kiss, ever. Perfect New York moment before we each took our trains in very different directions.

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