Monday, January 22, 2007

The Elevator

It doesn't take a genius to figure out why on earth my parents are half-funding my move to Manhattan.
Mom thinks: Jessie will find a wealthy, Jewish doctor/lawyer/financial advising man who will sweep her off of her low-income feet.
I think: I will binge drink 3+ nights per week and bring back an assortment of jazz musicians, waiters and Brooklynites to my apartment for unmentionable activites, possibly to be followed by a lovely morning brunch at Euro-Diner.

For those of you who are new to the world of Jessica Harris Winston, I am prone to engaging in relationships with scruffy, hippie men who reel me in with their sensitive-male guitar renditions of Dave Matthews' #41, hookah smoke and the ability to chug 16 Keystone Lights and still drive me home safely.

Much to Ellen and Marvin's dismay, I just can't help myself. I'm sure they dream of my wedding to anyone whose last name ends in berg, baum or farb, but with Emily's lesbian charade I figure i'm in the clear as long as he belongs to the male species.

Which brings me to... the elevator. Forget about Central Park, Starbucks and even the Joshua Tree! I may be a fairly new resident of the New York Tower, but it didn't take long to figure out that the elevator is by far the most popular means of finding a date in Murray Hill.

Today I called in sick. Was I sick? Well, not in the technical sense. But I was feeling pretty nauseous every time I sat down in my cubicle, so I figured a Jess Winston Appreciation Day was in order. I got into the elevator to leave my building at 10:30, only to be greeted by who I like to call... The NYU.

The NYU- "A little late for work today?'
me- "Oh, well not so much... i'm taking a (I ACTUALLY DID THE FINGER QUOTES!) "SICK DAY"

i said this very cheesily, as it was early and I was proud I got to brag about my rebellious endeavors.

The NYU- "Ohh, i see. I go to the business school at NYU and I've got class at 1:30!
To me, this reads I AM A BIG, NERDY JEW...PLEASE TAKE ME HOME TO YOUR MOTHER!

Due to our wildly slow moving elevator, i was forced to make more small talk. I learned his name is Adam, he's about to be 26 and he was in fact on his way out for bagels. He asked where I was headed, and i replied to Union Square... to write about being the poorest girl in all of Murray Hill and to buy ultra cheap groceries at Trader Joes.

And then he laughed.... and his laugh sounded like my UNCLE HAROLD. My Uncle Harold has the most hideous laugh known to man. For reference to my Uncle Harold, please visit this website: http://www.samsloan.com/winston.htm



As you can see, Harold Winston was in fact the worst ever President of the United States Chess Federation... now, please imagine his laugh.

Between the private university dropping, the salary dropping and my all time favorite-the 'I work for KPMG/other company i've heard of/seen on umbrellas but have no idea what they do except for the fact they pay 18 times more then my job', i'm ready to throw myself out of my 22nd floor window and straight into the East River.

BUT! My all time absolute favorite elevator pick-up so far has got to be from Mr. and Mrs. Stein of somewhere in Long Island, New York.

One day during my first week as an official Murray Hiller, I found myself in an elevator with a much older man. I happened to be sporting my Syracuse sweats that day, and SURPRISE, SURPRISE...
"Did you go to Syracuse? My son just graduated in May! Do you know Jeff Stein?"

The name didn't sound familiar, or at least it was no one I could recall sleeping with.
After admitting I had never heard of his son, Mr. Stein took my name and said these exact words

"Jessica Winston, eh? Which apartment? I'm going to tell Jeff to give you a visit!"

How magical is what I did NOT think, as I walked off the elevator and into my apartment. And in the back of my head I heard my parents cheering with delight "Stein!!! you hear that, Jessie? STEIN!"

Several weeks later, I found myself on the same elevator with 2 yenta mothers.

Yenta #1: "Oy, that show was not good, Barb!! I almost fell asleep 2 times!"
Y #2: "I liked Mama Mia MUCH better!"

and so on and so forth, until Yenta #1 turned to me and said

"OH, you are a cute one! Is that scarf from Anthropologie? Are you single?"

I SWEAR TO GOD SHE SAID THIS

Me- "Umm... yeah, it is. Yep... i am." was my super smooth reply.

Yenta #1: "My son would just LOVE you! He just moved in last week, you know. What are you doing right now?"

AHHHH shit! My black spandex pants and the mouthful of Tasti Delite dripping down my chin must have been a dead give away for any tri-state Jewish mother radar.

Me- "Well, I mean... um...I was just going up to my apartment. I have to help my roommate with something"

Yenta #1: "Nonsense!! Come, come! Just for a minute... I think you are definitely his type!"

As the yenta mothers dragged me out onto the 16th floor, I silently plotted a way to either faint, vomit or run and hide in the garbage room. I was desperate, but there was no escaping the clutch of the overbearing Jewish mother!!

I followed the women to apt #16B, and found myself looking at a chubby, buck-toothed awkward man-boy. Yes, he was a man-boy. Face of a boy, body of a... sort of a man. Nonetheless, I was pretty relieved at his lack of hotness as the moment was just a tad too awkward for my liking.

I introduced myself, along with which always comes the 3 Jewish Questions.

1. Where are you from?
A. Long Island
B. New Jersey.
C. Nothing else matters.

2. Where did you go to college?

A. Ivy Leaguer
B. East Coast Private University (**Penn State also acceptable)
C. Nothing else matters.

3. What do you do?
A. Doctor, Lawyer
B. Med student, Law student
C. Other Acceptable fields including finance, media and real estate

I discovered my Man-Boy resides from Long Island (A!), graduated from Syracuse (B!) and works in Real Estate (C!)...

SHOCKER.

And then... suddenly... the lightbulb went on.

"Umm... is your last name Stein by any chance?"

God knows how I remembered this, as I tend to black out the weeks events at Happy Hour each Thursday.

Well, ring-a-ding-ding, my suspicions were correct.

As I recalled the tale of meeting Mr. Stein a couple weeks prior to the 2 yentas, Jeff Stein looked as if he possibly wanted to kill himself, or maybe just his parents.

I made a polite, yet speedy exit and laughed my ass off all the way up to the 22nd floor.

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Can you hook me up with your lesbian sister?

Jess said...

sorry to disapoint but she's taken!

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