Let you down.

I've had just enough mead to lower my inhibitions to the point where I don't feel bad about asking people that read this journal if they live in the New York City area.

Or, hell, if they know anyone who does.

For the most part I'm quite all right with solitude, but there are some very intense nights and days that make me long for face-to-face conversations and direct physical contact. So I figure, I know people reading this know others in the area, and if I keep asking maybe eventually I'll get a goddamn answer.

I haven't gotten one yet, but I've got a pretty big bottle of mead, and I'm not above asking over and over again.