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Wedded Blitz: Apartment Lovin’

A highly scientific survey of the November New York Times “Vows” section.

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Unlucky in love? Single for the holidays? Reading this on your iPad from the couch while listening to Mariah Carey and wearing your favorite and therefore most disgusting pair of sweatpants and balancing a bowl of kettle corn on your chest? Well, you’re in luck, because the hottest trend in LOVE right now is perfect for layabout stoners or vampires allergic to the sun. That’s right: To meet the man or woman of your dreams, look no further than your own apartment building!

You may have only barely noticed that woman who’s always rummaging around in her giant rucksack for her keys and totally blocking the front door, but she might be the future mother of your kids! That guy in 5A who gets like 15 packages from Amazon every day? He’s Primed and ready for your affection. The girl on the first floor with the sheer blinds whose windows you can totally see into when you walk down the street clearly just wants to let you into her world. Stay away from the man who is always blasting Bruce Springsteen, though — I heard he’s only subletting through Airbnb.

Stacy Gordon was not interested in Steven Tulgan when she first met him through the typical channel of mutual friends. “He has a quirky sense of humor, and I didn’t get it at first,” she recalls.

Upon discovering that they lived in the same East Side apartment building, however, they started doing laundry and watching movies together. They became friends and got to know each other without the anxieties of a romantic relationship.

Sounds like they were already acting like most married couples! As for the sense of humor, “Ms. Gordon says she has come to appreciate it.” I bet it was all the starch jokes.

Russell Norman had spotted Channah Farber on the subway a few times as well as in his Washington, D.C., building: “One evening, when they were in the building’s mailroom, he introduced himself,” their wedding announcement concludes, leaving me with far more questions than answers. What was his opening line? I hope it was “Never stops comin’, eh?” and that he drew a snort of annoyance from the building’s postal worker.

Phoebe Harvey and Marco Barcella had lived in the same small building for six months before running into each other, but when they did, it was magical.

The building’s extremely slow elevator was to play an outsize role in the beginning of their romance. That night, when Dr. Harvey went to get her mail, Mr. Barcella decided to hold the elevator door for her. By the time they got to his floor, Mr. Barcella found himself again holding the door as he fumbled for his business card.

“It was opening and closing a million times — it was getting embarrassing,” she said.

Ah, the trembling hands and sweaty brow of neighborly love! Hey, it worked: “As soon as she got to her apartment, she called one of her best friends and told him the good news. ‘He asked, “Have you met your husband?'” (What do you want to bet the best friend had a total crush on her and that phone call ruined his year?)

There you have it, folks: permission to never leave your building. If you live in a single-family home, move immediately to a cramped city with a death trap of an elevator. You’ll thank me in, at most, six months.


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Society Wedding BlitzSelect a couple to discover more; depress digitus tertius to visit the original placement:

As always, a big thanks to Friend of Grantland Alex Morrison for helping with this month’s Society Scorecard, based on our proprietary NUPTIALS algorithm. This month’s grand-prize winner is a couple who, collectively, hold degrees from Brown, Yale, Columbia, Cambridge, the London School of Economics, and Harvard; as if that isn’t enough, the groom’s family company owns both a cattle ranch and a citrus farm — while the bride’s father studies lions and hyenas. (Anyone who ever did the thing in elementary school where their parents came in and talked about their jobs ought to be really jealous of that last part: Imagine the social currency you could have accumulated with the 8-year-old set if your dad strolled in among all the accountants and regional sales managers with a BABY FREAKIN’ LION.)

Sorry, “descendant of Eli Whitney, the inventor of the cotton gin, [as well as] a descendant of the first mayor of New York City, Thomas Willett, who was appointed in 1665” … you may have been married at Westminster Abbey to a man with four first names, but that’s still good for only second place.

And now for a few marital odds and ends: You know, those lovely pieces that don’t really fit anywhere, like the gorgeous soup bowls from your registry that you now have to store in the coat closet because you live in an NYC apartment (where you met your beloved) and there’s no room for all of these gifts, and why on earth did you think you were going to need eight crystal soup bowls anyway?

  • My favorite announcement of the month might be this one about Edward Mapplethorpe (brother of photographer Robert) and the woman he met while “working on a portrait series of Asian women in turtlenecks.” It’s got it all: a love triangle with Miss Malaysia 1997 that culminates in a vow never to eat Malaysian food; heroin; a dominatrix; and Universal Life minister Patti Smith calling New York City a state and saving it with “Well, it’s a state of mind.”
  • This month in Jobs You Didn’t Know Existed But Now Will Never Stop Thinking About: “She is the geopolitical manager in the geocommerce division of Google in Mountain View, Calif. She evaluates data and works with engineers to decide how Google maps and Google Earth should depict disputed territories, borders and place names.” FUN! (Fittingly, she has a master’s in Russian and post-Soviet studies.)
  • When I think of two people meeting at Oxford, it’s usually not like this: “I was an emo boy-band member,” she said, “and he was a British Airways stewardess.”
  • Congratulations to John Sheahan X and his father, John Sheahan IX, for being the undisputed heavyweight champions in “showcasing patrilinealism” as outlined in the original Wedded Blitz manifesto! Twenty-one points on names alone!! The hard part must be deciding whether to go by “John Sheahan the Tenth” (instant one-upmanship!) or “John Sheahan X” (instant mystique!). Are there any Trey/Trip-style nicknames that go up to 10? I propose “Deck.”
  • We need to come up with some sort of advanced stat — maybe something like HER, for Happiness Efficiency Rating — that rewards announcements that manage to pack all kinds of NUPTIALS goodness into the smallest space. This one clocks in at only 100 words, but a full 33 of those words are “Quinn Longstreth Cagney,” “William P. Cagney III of Village of Golf, Fla.,” “a Presbyterian minister performed the ceremony at the Royal Poinciana Chapel in Palm Beach, Fla.,” “hedge fund,” and “cum laude from Harvard.” The new HER to beat is 33 percent! Get after it, WASPs.
  • You’ve GOT to think that this couple has endured their fair share of highly awkward conversations involving the words “Let me guess … sisters?”
  • Look, I get it: If I were getting married in the New York area in the immediate aftermath of Superstorm Sandy, you better believe I’d be self-centeredly freaking out about my wedding. I don’t care how generously hearted you are, you probably would be, too. Still, better to keep it discreet, or at least tell your mom to shush up, lest the New York Times run a line like: “‘What are we going to do about my daughter’s wedding?’ she said aloud as she sat on an exercise bike at a health club in Dobbs Ferry, NY.” I feel like there’s a 70 percent chance that the original sentence went on to say something like ” … while around her, everyone ran for their lives.”
  • Oh wait, that’s not even the most insane line in the announcement, actually. That honor goes to the couple’s event planner, who managed to rebook them from the flooded Battery Gardens to the Bryant Park Grill by persuading the midtown restaurant “to bump a corporate event” and then had this to say about his special Sandy success: “Miracles come from crises.” Oh, honey, no.

I‘ll close with the very best line about love and marriage from the month of November. It came, randomly enough, from actress Viola Davis, who made a cameo in this lovely “Vows” column about her friend Edwina Findley, an actress in The Wire and Treme who wed a man she had known through her church for years.

“All of that stuff — the red carpet, the makeup — it’s very fleeting and it’s not real,” said Ms. Findley’s friend Ms. Davis about the perils of being a couple in the limelight. “I know one celebrity who, after being on the set, came home and said, ‘You can’t expect me to take out the garbage after I’ve been to the moon.’ His marriage failed. Because you can expect someone to take out the garbage. Because that’s life. That’s real.”

Oh, and regarding garbage? Meeting in the trash compactor room in an apartment building is totally something that hasn’t been claimed yet, as far as I’ve read in the Times. Get to work!

Happy holidays!