There was an unusual air about the fourth of July this year. None of my friends planned trips to Coney Island, no bands booked any shows and I had no idea what the guy I am dating was doing. I believed my day was a bust when I woke up at three P.M. to the rainy meaningless day.

I stopped procrastinating, met Kross and hopped on the L train. This was an uneventful ride; we eventually found Daniel's new home in the ghetto amongst the warehouses and projects. Once we settled in, we hit the grill. I drank a bunch of Coronas and a few vodka and C-Town black cherry soda combinations (at that point it felt like I was celebrating Cinco de Mayo) and grabbed a to-go cup for the fireworks. As we made our way through the rain to a warehouse that was supposed to be down the block -as all people in Brooklyn like to trick us Manattanites- but actually was at least three blocks away and four very long staircases up, we were there.

Amongst the rooftops filled with hipsters atop their warehouses and thugs on their project roofs, I realized nobody really cares about the real meaning of Independence Day. I lost interest halfway through the fireworks and realized I was surrounded by hipsters in "East Williamsburg" and I should jump off the roof. After a split second thought of suicide, I thought of ending the misery of everyone by pushing these want-to-be-bohemian failures off the roof, then the fireworks became interesting again. Sorry blue-collars, once again I am a failure to be your hero.

After it was all over, we got back on the L train to go home. Kross and I sat across from this lovely dimpled girl immersed in a book. "Is that the new Harry Potter?" I heard a male, seated on the other side of the pole from the girl, ask. I didn't look up because all I could think about was Daniel Radcliffe and what a total piece of ass the dork that plays Harry Potter had grown into. Eventually my dirty thoughts about Harry Potter and his magic wand were interupted by Kross saying something unheard by me. My intrigue now shifted to the two Potter fans. They indulged themselves in each other's knowledge of the series of books. It was an instant connection. I whispered to Kross to watch them as we sat on the empty train. My entire life I have imagined what it would be like to witness such an event; a classic story in the making or an ad on the back of the Village Voice: "7/4/07 L Train: 12:01 A.M. You Harry Potter Goddess. Me Harry Potter Nerd. I shouldn't have let you go! Please contact me at \n PotterNerd@yahoo.com This e-mail address is being protected from spam bots, you need JavaScript enabled to view it "

Insert my sappy sigh here.

They continued to converse about the on-goings of the Potter saga. I asked Kross if we could stay on the train to see how this panned out. He said we could. A bleach blonde man boarded the train and sat between the two. I freaked out. However, the man realized he was interrupting their conversation and politely switched seats with the lovely dimpled girl. She slid closer to her future, or so I hoped.

As the train left Brooklyn, and approached First Avenue in Manhattan, I realized she was adjusting her shoulder bag and preparing to get off the train! The guy did not seem as though he was going to get up or ask her for her contact information. I sat there and whispered to myself, "Ask for the info! ASK!" Others, aware of the two, watched with anticipation as we pulled into the station. The thought was shattered. She said her pleasantries and got off the train. I lagged behind as Kross got off and the bottle blonde gave the Harry Potter guy a handshake. I stopped, looked at the guy and pointed "You need to get off this train and get her number!" He shrugged with a huge smile "But I have a girlfriend." I said, "So what?" and then skipped off the train before the doors closed. I could hear the laughter from the people on the train who agreed with my encouragement.

In front of me, walked the lovely dimpled girl out of the subway. I was tempted to stop her and ask why she did not bother getting his information. It is rare to find a connection with anyone, whether it is love or friendship, so despite having a significant other, you never know where you will meet your best friend or future love. For me, it was just another jaded mark despite the hope I had for the two.

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