New York City often feels like a complicated, irresistible lover…a challenge you just can’t quit.

New York is the tall, maddening, impossibly sexy man who strolls into your life dressed appealingly, sporting a vintage Rolex, armed with questionable decisions.

He is charming one minute, infuriating the next. He never texts back right away, but somehow shows up just when you’re about to move on.

He takes you to the most breathtaking rooftop view you have ever seen and then sticks you with the bill.

He’s the guy who makes you swear, “Never again.”

What’s worse? He doesn’t need you. He’s too busy dazzling tourists, courting newcomers and winking at anyone who dares think they can handle him. But deep down, you know the truth. No matter where else you go, no one makes your heart race the way he does.

New York City is that maddening, magnetic man you just can’t quit.

He’s arrogant, high-maintenance, expensive, messy and completely unreliable, but he’s also unforgettable and one of a kind. They broke the mold when he was created.

Like any great love affair, every other city pales in comparison.

Whenever I am away I feel a degree of apprehension going home and then I hit the streets, walk through Central Park and that high kicks in…I am home, seductively embraced by the greatest city in the world.