I have a friend who like to call me an "uptown girl." He also refers to himself as a "downtown man." He lives south of me, down in Union Square, Manhattan, while I live at the Lincoln Center, Manhattan, which is west of central park.
It isn't just where I live, either. I dress like an uptown girl-- proper and classy, with a touch of fabulous. I like wearing ballet flats and girly-girl clothes. I wear pearls every day, and love cardigans. Whenever I leave my neighborhood, I feel like I stand out. Especially when I ride the subway. (Most of the people on the subway are trendy-hipsters, all jeggings, ironic t-shirts and androgynous hair cuts, or hood-rats with baggy jeans and backwards caps.) Maybe this is because most uptown girls take town cars instead of riding the subway.
Downtown men are polished, with a stylish edge. They work in the financial district, and are smart and driven to succeed. Maybe in the song "Uptown Girl" that wasn't what a downtown man was. But now, a downtown man is a good catch-- a modern day prince.
So I'm just an uptown girl looking for her downtown man.
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