That’s what I tell all my exes.
While I don’t think this Missed Connection is really about me, at the very least it proves that there are other Franceses in New York City. Shocking, really.

I returned home to a wire mesh Eames chair and a lovely mint green side table and flowers, flowers, flowers. A tiny Weber grill lurked under my desk. Simon and Kovick were perched on the bed in luxuriating cat mode, having apparently already adjusted to the new furnishings. Home sweet home.
But before that, a seven-hour [...]