This is an ongoing series in which we attempt to bring you lots 'o different perspectives on what its like to *actually* live in Park Slope...from readers just like you (or not--that's the whole point).
This week's column is special cause its gonna go down all regular-n-shit, once-a-week style: meet our own Jew-cy, randy, "can I get some action up in herrre, plz!," Park Slope hetero: "Mark*" (*names have been changed to protect the soon-to-be-fucked).
I've been fucked in Park Slope, and I wouldn't mind it happening again. Soon, preferably.
I've lived here for five years; through long-term relationships, long-distance flings (read: Williamsburg), and long-lasting dry spells. I've been dry for months now. The longest since I awkwardly convinced my first girlfriend a decade ago that having sex with me was a good idea (it wasn't). I'm ashamed to say that the last time I saw a girl naked was September.