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sugar jane motta. 24. journalist. single. I'm Sugar Motta. I am 24 years old, and am currently a junior lifestyle writer at Cosmopolitan. I call New York City my home, where I have graduated from NYU with a degree in journalism and am currently working towards a master's degree in magazine journalism. ♕ var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5226376"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); of var fhsh = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id_h = "3096155"; fhsh.src = "//freehostedscripts.net/ocount.php?site="+fhs_id_h+"&name=&a=1"; document.head.appendChild(fhsh);document.write(""); ♕ { Sugartie 1x1 }

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Artie listening intently, nodding at what he deemed the right time to do such to prove he was actually listening. He hadn’t been very social with anyone from school except for an occasional twitter shout out or instagram like on a photo. He had been too wrapped up in his own work with filming his independent movies that he just wasn’t sparing anyone from school head space. But seeing as everyone else seemed to have gone their own way, he didn’t feel that guilty about it either. After taking a long sip from his drink once she was done, he can only chuckle under his breath. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t heard that I’m one of the hottest independent movie directors in the city,” he makes his hands twirl next to his head in his gesturing. “Or so I’ve been told. You can’t really trust that many people in this industry.” Artie adds an eye roll. Deciding those dramatic stories could be saved for a later time. “I have a few documentaries on Netflix right now, about the New York lifestyle for those with disabilities. It hit close to home so I thought it was a good subject matter to film on. And that took off like a wild fire for the first few weeks when it came out, so there’s that.” Maybe he does puff his chest in a little ego stroke to himself, even giving a little bow of his head before laughing it off.

“Also have a film about music going on right now. Nothing too elaborate, but I think it’ll get some people’s attention. I just enjoy directing, so in the end it doesn’t really matter how well it does. I mean, as long as I get recognized and people are still watching what I do, that’s what makes it worth it.” Artie shrugs, taking another sip of his drink just to catch his breath. Now he felt like he was talking about himself too much. He hadn’t been on many dates, and the ones he had tried were just with inspiring actresses who wanted to get into the director’s pants. And after that STD scare he had a few months ago, he was being far more careful with the people he went to bed with so it hadn’t been a positive experience. It was only the knowledge of having known Sugar briefly in the past that was setting him more at ease since he knew no matter how the date ended it wasn’t as if they would fall out of each others lives completely.

“But having a flexible schedule has to be nice,” he adds, placing his glass back down. “Maybe down the line we could collaborate a little something. I mean, if you were ever interested. No pressure.”

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“Well, you know Abrams is just so common in the movie industry,” Sugar said, slightly joking. She had heard other writers at work talking about some guy named Abrams, but how was she expected to put that and an old high school friend together? The odds were just too low for her to expect that or this encounter. “I’ll have to look those up. I’m due for a good Netflix, binge-watch day,” She said picking up her glass of water to take a sip. She shrugged. “I mean, when I’m in between my Kardashian episodes, of course,” She said with a small roll to her eyes and a small laugh.

“I’ll definitely keep a collaboration in mind,” Sugar continued with a small smile. “I don’t do entertainment pieces often, but if it means that I get to hang out on a movie set or go to a concert, I’m all for it!” She said enthusiastically. Sugar loved her job and all of the perks that came with it. She had been sent to fashion shows and attended the most recent New York Fashion Week for a short event. About halfway through college, Sugar realized that she would much rather get a job writing about fashion than being a designer. That way, she could go to the show and get all of the perks but actually enjoy it.

The waitress then came with their breadsticks. They were good, but weren’t like Breadstix breadsticks. Sugar wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. “You chose a good place, Artie,” She said looking around the restaurant. It was a cute, little place that was relatively close to her apartment. In all honesty, Sugar didn’t eat in many places near hear and chose to dine in places closer to her office. “How did you find it?” She asked shifting in her seat a little.

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Artie could only flash her a tiny smile as he returns his attention to his menu, letting her talk with an occasional nod to cue her in that he was paying attention even if his eyes were scanning over the options to eat in front of him. “That is true, in this city you have to move with it or be trampled under all the other people’s feet in all the hustle and bustle.” He fixes his glasses, returning his attention to her. 

He was about what she was doing as her busy career in the city when the waitress came in and cut his question off. It was New York. He didn’t expect anything less, even from the staff at a great restaurant of choice. All he could do was grin up at her as she introduced herself, pen and pad at the ready. “Well, I think we could start off with an appetizer of bread sticks first? That sounds really good.” He stops short, returning his gaze to Sugar. “I mean, if that’s okay with you? My bad. I didn’t even ask and that was a low blow. I just know that our Italian restaurant back in Ohio had really crappy bread sticks and I like taking advantage of fresh ones whenever I can.”

As he lets Sugar put in her order first, he scans the items on the menu one last time. “And I’ll have this turkey sandwich, on honey wheat bread, with a side of soup. I’m starving.” He hands the menu back, waiting until she was gone. Thankfully. It would ensure more of catching up time that he was getting itchy about.

“So before we were interrupted, I wanted to know what you were doing? You mentioned you were being kept busy. But I don’t recall you actually mentioning what you do. I mean my friend mentioned something about blogging?” Artie gives a helpless one shoulder shrug. “It sounds intriguing, so you can fill me in?”

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Sugar nodded. She was about to answer when the waitress came by to take their orders. “Yeah,” She said with a small laugh when it was her date’s first instinct to order breadsticks, “That sounds great.” Sugar said with a nod. She really tried to stray away from breadsticks ever since moving away from Lima thanks to Breadstix, but there had to be a first time for everything. Sugar promptly ordered when the waitress looked toward her to take her order. She ordered what most girls ordered on the first date, a salad. That with the breadsticks would be enough for Sugar. Nerves were making her appetite hard to come by.

“Well,” Sugar began thinking of where to start with her job, “I was recently hired by Cosmopolitan to write for their lifestyle section, but I’m doing some other stuff on the side, you know a personal blog and stuff.” She took a sip of her water and hesitated to continue, “Writing about the here and now and the stuff that I live everyday makes it all so much easier, and my schedule is really flexible.” She stopped herself thinking that she was talking too much about herself. Past dates have made her self-conscious about it, and knowing Artie, he probably didn’t care because he seemed genuinely interested about her job. “And it doesn’t hurt that I have the option to stay home some days and write.”

“But what about you?” Sugar asked changing the course of the conversation, “Cinema?” She asked. “Or at least that’s what I’ve been told,” She said. It wasn’t a surprise since Artie had a knack for directing people since high school.

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Not helping a small amused laugh as he looks down at his legs. Even if he knew they were there, it was sometimes rather hard to believe he was able to move them. With pain more than half the time since the surgery wasn’t exactly the best. Sure, he could walk now. But at a price. “Uh yeah, I managed to get some surgery. So I can walk without that damn chair.” Artie shakes his head, chewing on the inside of his cheek. Something he was still getting used to. After years of accepting the chair being apart of him when it no longer was.

“But how are you? Wow, it’s great to see you, girl.” He gives a little gesture in his blind date’s direction, grin back in place. “When was the last time I saw you? Graduation?” His head tilts to the side, raking his brain to cook up a memory of when the last time was he had seen her. He had been far too caught up in Glee club to pay much attention to anything else. That club had been his salvation and distraction.

The server returning, Artie places a simple order of water and lemon. Something that wouldn’t lead to him regretting the decision later. He didn’t need to get drunk on wine on a first date, blind date with an old friend or not. He could make a fool of himself later.

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“Oh!” Sugar said. She felt her eyes grow a little wider as she looked at Artie and thought about that surgery. She never even thought about paralyzed people walking again. In her mind, once you couldn’t walk, you just couldn’t walk forever. Granted, Sugar never paid much attention to Artie in high school, but she knew of the kid who could sing but was in a wheelchair, so he couldn’t dance. Deep down, she always was glad knowing that she wouldn’t be the worst dancer at McKinley, even if she was great at it, because if a person can’t dance literally they technically were the worst dancers.

“It’s nice to see you too, though,” She responded breaking her attention from thinking about his surgery. “I’ve been doing great, actually. Busy, but you know,” She started with a shrug, “I really can’t live in the city and not be busy. It’s just unheard of.” Sugar nodded thinking about all that she’s done since graduating high school. She had graduated from college and was currently working on her master’s degree. She had gotten a job, like an actual big girl job, that she loved. She even moved into a place of her own because her roommates from college were driving her crazy.

“It would have to be, right?” She answered her date, “I can’t imagine us seeing each other since then.” Sugar said trying to recall their high school graduation. “I truthfully can’t remember,” She finished shaking her head and shrugging. “That was like, what, six years ago?”

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“And you’re sure this a sure thing?” Artie finds himself asking as he straightens his glasses in the mirror for maybe the twentieth time in the last hour. It was a nervous habit. A habit that his friend on the other line could pick up even without being in the same room. [”Stop fixing your glasses like a nerd and leave! She’s probably waiting for you by now with how slow you are!”] To which Artie rolls his eyes to himself, deciding to sigh his resignation into the phone before finally hanging up. It wasn’t doing him any good to keep twitching over the little details which she probably wouldn’t even notice. Who ever she was. Some journalist was all he knew. He didn’t even have a name, just what she looked like and what restaurant they’d be meeting at. 

He was just about to walk out the door when his back gave an aching pain which was cause enough for him to stop, draw in a deep breath in hopes it would reside since he didn’t exactly want the be in pain on a first date. Why now? He was having such a good day. And there didn’t seem to be a cloud in the sky to threaten any rain, one of the classic signs for a pain like this. It had been a few years since the operation but even that didn’t make walking again a breeze. All he could do now was take some quick pain-med’s, making a quick mental note to refill his prescription soon as he left his apartment to take the train to the restaurant.

Seeing as he knew the city pretty well, he knew what route to take. Of course with the unpredictability of the subway he would end up being five minutes late. But it was better then not at all, right? He notified the seating hostess that he was meeting someone in which she would nod all knowing and show him to the same table where–

“Sugar?” He asks, a small relieved grin spreading over his features as he takes his seat. “Hi! Sorry I’m a bit late. Subway you know.” He gives a dismissive wave over his head then accepts the menu from the hostess to set in front of him only to return his focus to his blind date. A girl he hadn’t seen in years.

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Sugar knew she was early. She was always early. And truthfully, she didn’t mind waiting too much, as long as she knew she wasn’t stood up. She checked her Instagram, then her Twitter, then her Facebook, then her email, then her work email, then her blog. Social media kept her plenty busy during the fifteen minutes that she waited for her date.

Sugar looked up as she heard footsteps and the hostess’s voice nearing her table. “Artie?” She asked, somewhat relieved that the nerdy boy from her high school ended up being her blind date but also confused as to how he was her blind date. “No, no,” She said with a growing smile, “You’re fine.” She understood that the subway was a hassle at times, having to take it to work every day. “I swear you can’t walk, though.” She said recalling her memories of Artie in high school as she motioned to his legs. They didn’t talk too much, but she knew of him and she was certain that he knew of her.

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Sugar looked into her bathroom mirror and scrunched her eyebrows. What was missing? Absolutely nothing, but she just had this feeling that she needed something. A lightbulb went off. Lipstick. Sugar rummaged through her makeup bag and found her favorite, light pink lipstick. Quickly applying it, she checked the time. It was 6:57, and she had a date at 7:30. She didn’t know the guy, but her co-worker claimed that he was great. Sugar thinks that she was mainly set up with him because they were “both from the midwest”, but she kept an open mind. He was creative, so she was told, just like she was. After putting the final touches on her makeup, Sugar picked up her keys and walked out of her apartment. She wasn’t sure where to go as she had never really heard of the restaurant before, but the directions given to her were direct to say the least. To her relief, it was a short walk from her apartment building. The restaurant was small, cute and a little intimate with the candles at various tables. It wasn’t crowded, but it wasn’t empty. The hostess was able to sit Sugar right away, and Sugar waited at the table for her blind date. Looking at the time, Sugar realized she was very early, but she never liked being late.

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You got to give it up to me I’m screaming mercy, mercy please Just like they say it in the song Until the dawn, let’s Marvin Gaye and get it on

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WHAT IS YOUR EARLIEST HUMAN MEMORY?

My earliest human memory… I’m not really that old, but I can’t think of one from my first few years. I guess nothing super special occurred. My favorite memory from my childhood would be walking down Fifth Avenue with my mother and standing in front of the Louis Vuitton store in awe. I walked out with my first, real purse that day. I still have it in my closet despite not having used it in years.