I don’t secretly work as a nanny to a family of mean rich people on Park Ave. or anything like Scarlett Johansson in The Nanny Diaries, but I think I just met my Harvard Hottie. Well, I sort of met him. Today, on my way home from work somewhere in between Port Authority and the Theater District, I passed a blue-eyed brown-haired guy wearing a white Harvard T-shirt. I looked at him and he looked back at me at the same moment. Then there on one of the most highly congested New York City street corners, we made eye contact for a second time.
By the second time, I knew he was just as interested in seeing me again as I was in seeing him. As I turned the corner and crossed the street, we both looked over our shoulders once more to glance at one another. I wish I would have said something to him. “Hi” or “Hello I’m Vicky” would have been sufficient and could have very well resulted in dinner Friday night. I know this totally sounds like one of those creepy Craig’s List rants, but I’m serious. Please help me find my Harvard Hottie!! If you know a hot guy fitting this description who owns a white Harvard T-shirt with crimson lettering who passed a girl wearing a black ruffled Cynthia Rowley dress with a pink tank top under it, kindly let me know immediately.