WHEN HARRY MET SALLY x BEACH READ
When Kennedy’s boss at MatchMe—an NYC-based dating app—proposes using it to net the promotion-of-a-lifetime, Kennedy reluctantly agrees, believing in the company’s tagline that promises a genuine connection. Unfortunately, her first match is Logan, a cinnamon roll serial dater with money to burn.
Despite their incompatibility, they discover an intoxicating rapport and exactly what they aren’t looking for in a romantic partner. Regardless, the two become friends, wagering a bet where they pick each other’s dates to prove who’s right when it comes to MatchMe’s real purpose. When the pair catch feelings for one another though, everything goes off the rails, and they can’t help but wonder if maybe the app found what they were looking for after all: each other.
I’m that girl this morning on the subway—the seat snatcher, balancing bodega coffee in between my knees and attempting to swipe on some mascara. I wish I could master the art of the winged lid while all this chaos happens—a miracle only the savviest of riders manage—but I’ll settle for
some well-placed concealer.
As soon as I finish dabbing under my eyes and resisting the lazy urge to wipe the residual makeup on my dress, an almost obscenely pregnant woman waddles onto my train car. I glance around. A grandpa sleeping. An emo teen with huge headphones on, head bopping along to techno music we can all hear. Four business suits manspreading. Two women averting their eyes and another who’s definitely pretending to be asleep. I sigh and motion for her to take my seat. The baby-filled woman gives me a grateful look before pulling out her phone. I notice she’s swiping through MatchMe, the dating app I work PR for.
Oh, New York City, how I love you.