She's smart and she makes me laugh a lot. She's the prettiest girl in the world.
Kevin. Hmmm. He's handsome, he's funny, he's kind, he's one of New York's finest.
How we met
My co-workers had been giving me a hard time about my wardrobe. One of my colleagues, Rick, recommended going to Berglin’s down on Park Avenue. Up until that point I hadn’t ever owned a stitch of clothing that didn’t come from an outlet. I’m a police detective not a hedge fund manager. My partner, Esposito and I used to go to a store where all the cops go to shop. It has reasonable prices and a lot of ‘Big and Tall’ sizes, if you know what I mean. But I decided to go to Berglin’s to see how the other half shops.
I really, REALLY could not afford to buy anything there but I couldn’t leave empty handed so I decided to buy a tie. I was trying to figure out which tie goes with the two dozen grey suits that I owned at the time when I hear this voice say, “That one really isn’t in your pallette.” I turned and it was the prettiest girl I had ever seen, looking right at me.
That took me by surprise and instead of asking her what she meant by “pallette” I think the word “Huh?” fell out of my mouth.
“Its not in your color pallette. Not the right season for you. You’re definitely a winter” Intrigued, I asked, “Well, which one would you recommend?” She replied,“I don’t know, be adventurous. Most guys are too safe and go with black or bluetones.” Referring, of course, to every tie in my closet.
“How about this one?” she asked and picked up a maroon and sage colored tie which had neither diagonal stripes nor any discernable geometric shapes on it. I replied that I liked it (without really even giving it a scholarly look) and asked her name. She said her name is Jennifer. I asked her “What happens when I have to buy a suit to go with the tie?” She said, “Give me a call then and I’ll help you pick one out.”
She reached in her clutch purse and pulled out her business card. Her name was Jennifer Scout Duffy-O’Malley and she was a buyer for Berglin’s. I gave her my business card and she seemed surprised. “Detective Kevin Ryan? Wow.” Realizing that she might have a thing for cops, I saw an opportunity and said the DUMBEST thing in my life: “And you can give me a call if you see any crime out there.”
I was pretty sure I blew it with her but then she laughed. I thought I should escape before I could destroy any chance with my future wife with my poor attempt at wit. I said, “Thanks for your help” and coolly strolled to the cashier.
I took a glance at the price of the tie. A quick bit of mental math told me that I was holding one tie that cost more than three of my grey suits combined. Undaunted, I bought it anyway. She was right. It was totally in my season.