February 25, 2013
Paperman & The Art of the Pick-Up
The good ol' predictable internet is full of Academy Award recaps today. The fashion! The winners! While I did have my favourite fashion choice (J. Lawrence in Dior Haute Couture) today's post is about the winner for Best Animated Short.
To be honest, I usually don't recognize many of the short films nominated at these award shows, but I stumbled upon Paperman a few weeks ago and I beamed, beamed and beamed for days after.
In Paperman, Walt Disney uses classic black and white animation (think Beauty and the Beast, not Toy Story) and highlights the initial attraction of falling for someone while commuting in 1940s New York. (No, I don't just love it because it takes place in NY). It's romantic and sweet and just unrealistic enough to make you believe in fate.
But really, is there anything better or more awkward than liking a stranger in the daylight? (As long as no one speaks) I know we can meet people anywhere: with an online profile, with a stare at the bar, but it takes real gumption to strike up a conversation in everyday life.
And, who doesn't love a good commuter love story?
While I was living in New York last summer, I experienced the art of the "subway pick-up." I was on my way back from spending the day in Park Slope and I was a bit confused as to what train to take back. I asked a non-threatening male for directions a few feet ahead of me, and then respectively stepped away.
We got on the same train and he sat in front of me. I put my headphones in and got nervous when I noticed him walking over. I HAD HEADPHONES ON. (It's the universal sign of please don't talk to me.) Anyways, we started chatting and he told me he never does this and then asked for my number and if I wanted to go for lunch one day.
While normally I would have decided not to go out of rational over-analysis, it was summer and I was living in a new city and I knew my roommates would talk me into it. And isn't this what curly haired heroines do on TV?
So when we went on a date.
It was a Sunday and my roommates and I went to our usual spot for happy hour prior. (Translation: New York happy hour means half-price drinks all afternoon at most bars) So by the time I left, I was extra, extra wobbly and it was only 6 p.m.
We met up for dinner at this cute restaurant and I was desperately trying to keep it together. He ordered wine (bad idea) and when I'm a little wobbly, I guess I talk extra wildly because while telling a story I KNOCKED MY GLASS OF WINE OFF THE TABLE!
And then the cucumber I tried to stab with my fork flew off my plate.
And then my napkin decided to fly off my lap.
And then my date asked, "Are you okay?"
I said, "Yes, of course! I'm Italian, this is how we talk."
Anyways, we went bowling after and had one additional coffee meet up, but it wasn't a connection. Paperman has a much better ending and if you have 6 minutes to spare today, you won't regret it.