Dating in the deep end new york

''It's interesting you ask me to tell you a story,'' she said, ''because I'm living in the middle of a love story right now. One rendition of ''Maggie May'' later, her story began. ''Anything you like,'' I told her, ''as long as it's by Rod Stewart.'' ''What would you like me to sing?'' she asked. The hitchhiker, an American, responded with a crooked smile and a nod, freeing her hair from behind a Disney visor. First, you must sing us a song, and then you have to tell us a story.

Our radio was broken and we were bored, so one woman in our group, Abby, said: ''We'll offer you a ride on two conditions.

Yes, it was the most clichd response possible for a heartbroken 32-year-old Westerner like me.Īfter four weeks there, I was traveling by car with several friends I had met at surf school when we came upon a red-faced, middle-aged woman hitchhiking on the outskirts of a small village. When my relationship unraveled nearly two years ago, I decided to suspend my career as an actuary in Boston and take a long vacation in Costa Rica, where I planned to learn how to surf and do yoga.