I don’t want to alarm you, but I’m pretty sure the Mayor is in love with me.

Yesterday I went to a press conference in Chinatown (forget it, Jake) where the Mayor was speaking. I sat up front, against the advice of my fourteen year old back-of-the-class brain, to try and let my tape recorder hear what was going on.*

Anyway, I was basically face to face with him and I swear he kept looking me right in the eye until I got too shy to watch him anymore and took to staring determinedly at my notebook. It’s possible he was just looking in my general direction, but I choose to believe he has ants in his pants for me, if you know what I mean.

*Interesting fact: Real reporters have camera men, who in turn have microphones, which they set up in a competitive bouquet in front of the presenters. This leaves the reporters to basically have a cocktail party in the back of the room, chattering away and ignoring the presenters because the mics are taking notes for them. If you don’t have a microphone of your own up there and are trying to actually hear what’s going on, this practice is irritating as fuck.