blast from the past

Do you remember Picnic Guy? Sophomore year, he took me out for a picnic. Charming, yes? But we had to hike to get to the "perfect spot." I'm not a hiking girl. I wore lipgloss & borrowed a pair of gemstone flipflops. We dined alfresco, we kissed, the sun set. Suddenly we were surrounded by cows. For future reference, cows are enormous. We had picnicked in a cow pasture, it was dark, and we were lost. He is bizarre and funny and short and handsome. (Hairy forearms, too.) Post-picnic, we talked, we hung out a few more times, he graduated, I went to a party at his friend's Tribeca apartment once, catered by Nobu with beautiful views, and that was it. Haven't spoken since.

K & I went drunkenly prawling on Myspace last night, she sent him a message before I could stop her (theme of the evening, will explain later) and he has already responded asking for another date.

Where to picnic in NY?