With a two-to-one guy-girl ratio, my dormitory Commonwealth Hall served up a steady stream of male distractions -- including an unexpected fling with a good friend. The fling ended so badly that romance was the last thing on my mind when I flew back to New York for spring break. Fate, however, had other plans.
It was during this break that I ended up meeting the man who would become my first true love and real-life version of Mr. Big. The day our paths crossed, my sister Hilary and I were invited by Bill Clark, a family friend and producer of “NYPD Blue” to watch a taping of the show in Tompkins Square Park.
I now Open The Vault and take you back to 1994...
New York City
March 23, 1994
“Excuse me,” I said. “Do you know where I can find Bill Clark?”
The man graciously suggested that if I stood right there, Bill would come by. He continued to engage me in small talk and I learned he was sound mixer for the show. We had only been talking for a few minutes when he said--
“You’re so beautiful, you should be in front of the cameras.”
A delighted smile crossed my face. Though his name was Mark, he said his on-set nickname was Sparky so that’s what I called him.
When shooting resumed, Sparky invited me to sit in his monogrammed folding chair, and gave me headphones to listen to the scenes being filmed. I saw him whisper something to my sister and then walk away.
“He said he has some time off soon,” Hilary told me. “And he’d like to spend it with you.”
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I had no idea then that Sparky would act on his words and woo me across time zones and bodies of water.
I’ve got the diary entries to prove it.