Dear Andrew
I met Andrew last summer in the Hamptons. We were at a party that we didn’t have high expectations for—meaning we assumed the crowd didn’t have much substance. Perhaps that assumption made us as snotty as the people we thought were around, but we assumed it nonetheless. We ended up meeting and spent a good portion of the evening talking about the difference between jealousy and envy. It was an insightful conversation that, again, caught us both off guard.
Now I try to see Andrew every so often when I’m in New York. He work(ed) on Wall Street and is kind enough to answer my many questions about the financial crisis. He breaks it down for me like I’m a five-year-old. It’s very thoughtful! Last time I saw him we had brunch followed by tea at his amazing apartment on Mercer Street. He didn’t really have any tea that I liked so I shrugged my shoulders and went with Earl Grey. I hadn’t had that stuff in years, and in my mind I thought it was gross. It’s not. At all. I do this every so often when I retry something I once hated. I’ve done it with asparagus, root beer, avocados, and now Earl Grey. It’s such a rich and flavorful tea. I would really be missing out if Andrew had had green tea. I would have went with that and been none the wiser. Sometimes the Universe knows better than we do!
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