This spring, on the eve of the equinox at a loft party in Brooklyn, I hinted to a woman I'd been crushing on that we might have a vibe. She was tomboyish with wavy mermaid hair; an engineer, a skater and punk guitarist. We were both surprised when she hopped into my Lyft and called in sick the next day, weathering a spring blizzard from my bed. It was not unlike spontaneous nights I'd had with men, but at 37, it was my first with a woman.
- InStyle
