Encounter At A New York City Party

This story is Based on a gross exaggeration of athat tray, I might soon be running errands for her.
hypothetical situation. Any similarities to persons orBut I had no choice. It was too late to go to another
events in your life is purely coincidental and ratherparty.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.
apartment. I was eating cheese, she was eatingAfter circling through the dinette and study several
crackers. I offered her some of my cheese, shetimes, I finally stopped to ask for directions. The guy
offered me some of her crackers, and pretty soonwho gave me directions, said he worked for the
we were both eating cheese and crackers.I gave herphone company and had been trying to find his way
that stupid line "Do you come here often?" She said,out of the apartment since he installed a phone in the
"Yes, every day." Shocked, I asked, "My god, iskitchen. I said, I didn't realize she had a new phone.
there a party here every day?" She said, "No, I liveHe said, it wasn't that new anymore -- he installed it
here."Feeling somewhat embarrassed that I was anthree weeks ago.When I finally returned to the party
uninvited guest, although "uninvitees" at singles partiesroom with two big bottles of Coke, all the guests
are quite common, I said, "Your roommate invitedhad already left. She asked, "What took you so
me." She said, "I live alone." That didn't make me feellong?" I said, "I took the long route." She asked,
any better.But when she offered me another"Why?" I said, "I hate drilling through walls." She
cracker, I felt safe.As the party wore on, it becameasked, "What am I going to do with two big bottles
obvious that this was no ordinary girl. She greetedof Coke now?" I said, "Well, if it's a space problem, I
her guests with the warmth and enthusiasm usuallycan take them home with me."Needless to say, the
seen only among married folks. For one terrifyingsituation was serious. Here we were with two big
moment I thought perhaps this was not a singlesbottles of Coke and no guests to drink them. But, it's
party, after all. But when I overheard a small groupthese kind of grave predicaments which set my
of people discussing how they had just come fromneurons, brain cells, and alpha waves into high gear.
two other parties, I knew I was at a singlesPromptly, as though requiring no thought
gathering -- married folks don't go to three parties inwhatsoever, I suggested, "Hey, why don't we sit
one night. One couch is all they need.I noticed thedown and drink them up ourselves?" Her face lit up.
hostess carrying in a large tray of hors d'oeuvresBut her grin worried me.For the next hour and a half,
with some difficulty. I rushed over and asked, "May II was "force-fed" two huge bottles of Coke. It was
help?" She asked with a smile, "Eat or carry?" Ian unusual hour and a half, to say the least. I drank,
answered with a chuckle, "Very funny, you don'tshe talked. Between gulps I had enough time to say,
expect me to carry that thing." We smiled and we"I understand."As I swallowed the last few drops,
chuckled.After helping her place the tray on a table, Idawn broke. With the rays of the morning sun
struck up a conversation. We found out we had a lotfiltering in through the shades, we exchanged phone
in common. She was from San Diego, I was fromnumbers and I prepared to leave. She offered to
Brooklyn -- but we both hated Des Moine. She was amake breakfast. But after a "Coke transfusion," eggs
zoologist, I was a computer consultant -- but all herhardly seemed appetizing. So, not to offend her, I
monkeys were trained to read "hexadecimal dumps."said, "I'd love to, but I'm double parked."As we said
She liked flying, I liked water sports -- but we couldgood-by, we both knew we would be seeing a lot
have a great time in a life raft filled with helium. Shemore of each other in coming months. And so we
liked classical music, I liked punk rock -- but we coulddid. We had a long and meaningful relationship.
dye our hair green and listen to the BostonActually, it was long. I'm not sure what it meant. But
Symphony Orchestra. She liked long, lavish, gourmetI learned a lesson from all this: Coke can keep you
meals - I liked breakfast in bed, lunch in bed, andawake all night.Josh Greenberger: A computer
supper in bed -- but, if we got married, we couldconsultant for over two decades, the author has
have a bed in the dining room and be together alldeveloped software for such organizations as NASA's
day. I just can't begin to tell you how much we hadGoddard Institute of Space Studies, AT&T, Charles
in common.As we spoke, I complimented her on herSchwab, Bell Laboratories and Chase Manhattan Bank.
rug. She said she didn't have a rug -- I was standingSince 1984, the author's literary works have
on her cat. I felt really stupid. Her cat felt a lotappeared in such periodicals as The New York Post,
worse.She asked if I could run into the kitchen andThe Daily News, The Village Voice, The Jewish Press,
see if there was anymore soda in the fridge. I wasand others. His articles have ranged from humor to
afraid this would happen. I knew if I helped her withscientific to topical events. Visit his site: shopndrop.