"Maybe I live in a different New York than this movie is set in, but are there really that many beautiful, nicely dressed, apparently sane women willing to risk their lives by going home with a random dude from the subway, even if he does look like Michael Fassbender?"
-- Dana Stevens, in a review for Shame at Slate
In a word: yes.
I've told this story many times, usually to single people thinking about moving to New York, but never here: CNN had sent a young male producer prospect up from Atlanta and Ali Velshi was showing him around the offices at the Time Warner Center one morning when apparently the subject of the single life in the big city came up between the two of them. I didn't catch the whole conversation, only a little bit of it as I happened to be walking by on my way to something else.
I saw Velshi lean in conspiratorially, saw the young guy give a little knowing laugh, then Velshi turned to me and shot off a quick, "Chez -- dating in New York City."
"Fish in a barrel," I responded with a smile as I breezed swiftly past them, not even breaking stride.
There are both wonderful and horrifying reasons that I know this.
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