Airb&b and Me

My kind of adventure does not consist of zip lining through the Costa Rican mountains or shark diving off the coast of Capetown. No, but it has an element of danger all the same.

My kind of danger includes risking relationships of all kinds.

I had decided to stay at an Airb&b on my most recent escapade to New York City. I was used to staying in hotels, but this time of year, unbeknownst to me, the costs were outrageous.

So I downloaded the Airb&b app and began my search for a place to lay my head in The Big Apple.

I knew the city to some degree. I used to visit my childhood friend who lived on the upper west side for 18 years.

I began combing through the many profiles that offered rooms to rent. Midtown was where all the action takes place and there was only one room for the dates I would be there. I continued to expand my options by looking in the upper west side and upper eastside.

I found shared rooms, private rooms and entire apartments to rent.

The photographs made it helpful.

Not only was location important but cleanliness and overall ambiance was what I was looking for. I settled on Erik and Paul’s abode on the upper east side.

The room looked large, by New York standards, and equipped with fine furnishings from Ikea. I made my reservation request and began my dialogue with Erik. He said he would love to host my stay in NYC and proceeded to give me pertinent information regarding transportation and the acquisition of apartment keys.

Upon my arrival I met Erik and he said it would be fine to leave my bags off early. He showed me around the aged apartment and told me there were six rooms and that other fellow jet setters would be in two other bedrooms.That sounded reasonable to me at the time. Later I would question my definition of “reasonable.”

The apartment consisted of one small dingy kitchen, one bathroom, that appeared more suitable in the photographs and a long hallway in which the other rooms branched off of. My room was indeed private, situated at the end of the hallway, which I later came to realize was a hike in the middle of the night when your bladder calls and your stumbling around in foreign

On one my jaunts to the bathroom I ran into a older gentleman who proceeded to speak Italian to me as if I knew him.

I saw a young Asian couple couple when I passed by the kitchen.

I later came to wonder if those were her long dark stands of hair left behind in the tub/shower.

Non-the-less, I never felt my safety was in jeopardy.

I stayed occupied so as to only have to inhabit my NYC digs for sleeping.

The smell of what I concluded was cannabis wafting from one of the rooms in the evenings was off putting, as was the smell of someone warming up Spagetti-O’s in the kitchen.

Maybe I’m too old or too set in my ways for a boarding house atmosphere? Maybe I just need to refine my search on Airb&b for a private bedroom and a private bathroom!

I wrapped up my stay by leaving my room as tidy as I found it and leaving Erik a informative review on Airb&b.

Going Solo

Traveling solo has it’s pluses and minuses. I arrived at the airport at 5:30 am. Dressed for comfort in my LuLulumon, my gal pal helped me pick out. I thought this would make it easy going through the TSA line. I was headed to New York City, my happy place. Only this time I was not going to meet anyone. I was going to a Modern Love Live event at The Town Hall. This trip was about stepping outside my comfort zone. No friends to meet up with. No dating app to help me connect with dates. No, this trip I vowed to keep it organic. Meet people the old fashioned way. Face to

As I took my seat in 28B, the center seat by the way,  I was eying all the people coming down the isle,  wondering who would be my seat mates? Please, no crying babies I thought. I started praying the seats would stay empty.

Even better, when I got sandwiched between two guys. One looked like a thirty something hipster from Miami. The other a Greek god, with bronze hairless skin.

I instantly felt safe, with all the testosterone surrounding me. I imagined if the plane went down, that these two gentlemen would pick me up and carry me to safety as the plane burst into flames.

You see, I was working on 3 hours sleep and had hoped  to sleep most of the flight.

Good thing people can’t read your mind because all I was thinking was how I wanted to just cozy up and rest my head on Hercules’ shoulders.

He was oblivious

He slept and I slept. I felt like the cream in the middle of an Oreo cookie. Squished between two men, how bad can this be for a single gal? Hercules had quadriceps that you couldn’t help but notice, as he was wearing shorts, and his biceps that were spilling into my airspace. Did he know they were pressing against my arm? That was my arm rest by the way!

The entire flight I never spoke a word to either of them. This could largely be in part because they both had ear buds in their ears,  I assume listening to music.

Has technology helped or hindered us in the meeting process?

We are so ready to connect with people we don’t know thru an app or online but  when face to face, have we lost the art of communicating?

So much for meeting the old fashioned way.