Up early with Jimmie Dale Gilmore, trouble placing a familiar face and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Up early with Jimmie Dale Gilmore, trouble placing a familiar face and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Up early with Jimmie Dale Gilmore, trouble placing a familiar face and more reader tales of New York City in this week’s Metropolitan Diary.
Jimmie Dale Mood
Dear Diary:
I woke up at 6:30 a.m. in a Jimmie Dale Gilmore mood and was soon playing his song “I’m Gonna Love You” on repeat.
Two hours later, still listening to Jimmie through my earbuds, I walked to the Q with a bounce in my step and a twinkle in my eyes.
My joyful mood must have been unmistakable. A handsome younger man boarded the train and stood beside me, flashing a big smile.
A few minutes into the ride, he asked what I was listening to.
I told him.
“You look happy,” he said. “Are you headed to the gym?”
I wondered why he would ask that. Did I look fit? Or like I needed a workout?
Nope. Foot doctor. Achilles tendinitis.
He offered me sympathy, and suggestions.
I asked where he was going.
“To the gym,” he said. “In the city.”
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