Encounter At A New York City Party

This story is Based on a gross exaggeration of aher with that tray, I might soon be running errands for
hypothetical situation. Any similarities to persons orher. But I had no choice. It was too late to go to
events in your life is purely coincidental and ratheranother party.Searching for the kitchen, I realized her
pathetic.We met at a party in an Upper East Sideapartment was a lot bigger than I had imagined. After
apartment. I was eating cheese, she was eatingcircling through the dinette and study several times, I
crackers. I offered her some of my cheese, shefinally stopped to ask for directions. The guy who
offered me some of her crackers, and pretty soongave me directions, said he worked for the phone
we were both eating cheese and crackers.I gave hercompany and had been trying to find his way out of
that stupid line "Do you come here often?" She said,the apartment since he installed a phone in the kitchen.
"Yes, every day." Shocked, I asked, "My god, is there aI said, I didn't realize she had a new phone. He said, it
party here every day?" She said, "No, I livewasn't that new anymore -- he installed it three weeks
here."Feeling somewhat embarrassed that I was anago.When I finally returned to the party room with two
uninvited guest, although "uninvitees" at singles partiesbig bottles of Coke, all the guests had already left. She
are quite common, I said, "Your roommate invited me."asked, "What took you so long?" I said, "I took the long
She said, "I live alone." That didn't make me feel anyroute." She asked, "Why?" I said, "I hate drilling through
better.But when she offered me another cracker, I feltwalls." She asked, "What am I going to do with two big
safe.As the party wore on, it became obvious that thisbottles of Coke now?" I said, "Well, if it's a space
was no ordinary girl. She greeted her guests with theproblem, I can take them home with me."Needless to
warmth and enthusiasm usually seen only amongsay, the situation was serious. Here we were with two
married folks. For one terrifying moment I thoughtbig bottles of Coke and no guests to drink them. But,
perhaps this was not a singles party, after all. Butit's these kind of grave predicaments which set my
when I overheard a small group of people discussingneurons, brain cells, and alpha waves into high gear.
how they had just come from two other parties, IPromptly, as though requiring no thought whatsoever, I
knew I was at a singles gathering -- married folks don'tsuggested, "Hey, why don't we sit down and drink
go to three parties in one night. One couch is all theythem up ourselves?" Her face lit up. But her grin
need.I noticed the hostess carrying in a large tray ofworried me.For the next hour and a half, I was
hors d'oeuvres with some difficulty. I rushed over and"force-fed" two huge bottles of Coke. It was an
asked, "May I help?" She asked with a smile, "Eat orunusual hour and a half, to say the least. I drank, she
carry?" I answered with a chuckle, "Very funny, youtalked. Between gulps I had enough time to say, "I
don't expect me to carry that thing." We smiled andunderstand."As I swallowed the last few drops, dawn
we chuckled.After helping her place the tray on abroke. With the rays of the morning sun filtering in
table, I struck up a conversation. We found out we hadthrough the shades, we exchanged phone numbers
a lot in common. She was from San Diego, I was fromand I prepared to leave. She offered to make
Brooklyn -- but we both hated Des Moine. She was abreakfast. But after a "Coke transfusion," eggs hardly
zoologist, I was a computer consultant -- but all herseemed appetizing. So, not to offend her, I said, "I'd love
monkeys were trained to read "hexadecimal dumps."to, but I'm double parked."As we said good-by, we both
She liked flying, I liked water sports -- but we couldknew we would be seeing a lot more of each other in
have a great time in a life raft filled with helium. Shecoming months. And so we did. We had a long and
liked classical music, I liked punk rock -- but we couldmeaningful relationship. Actually, it was long. I'm not sure
dye our hair green and listen to the Boston Symphonywhat it meant. But I learned a lesson from all this: Coke
Orchestra. She liked long, lavish, gourmet meals - I likedcan keep you awake all night.Josh Greenberger: A
breakfast in bed, lunch in bed, and supper in bed -- but,computer consultant for over two decades, the author
if we got married, we could have a bed in the dininghas developed software for such organizations as
room and be together all day. I just can't begin to tellNASA's Goddard Institute of Space Studies, AT&T,
you how much we had in common.As we spoke, ICharles Schwab, Bell Laboratories and Chase
complimented her on her rug. She said she didn't haveManhattan Bank. Since 1984, the author's literary works
a rug -- I was standing on her cat. I felt really stupid.have appeared in such periodicals as The New York
Her cat felt a lot worse.She asked if I could run into thePost, The Daily News, The Village Voice, The Jewish
kitchen and see if there was anymore soda in thePress, and others. His articles have ranged from humor
fridge. I was afraid this would happen. I knew if I helpedto scientific to topical events. Visit his site: shopndrop.