But on Aristotle’s view, the lives of individual human beings are invariably linked together in a social context. In the Peri PoliV he speculated about the origins of the state, described and assessed the relative merits of various types of government, and listed the obligations of the individual citizen.
Through Ryan’s eyes:
I was working in Manhattan at a wine and spirits importer and one day Alejandra came in for an interview. I saw her that day and told the director’s secretary that Alejandra should be hired. I knew nothing about her work credentials, but she was beautiful. About a week or two later she was hired and she sat diagonal across the room from me. We began hanging out during lunch breaks a lot, usually venturing off to find places with more and better hot sauce (still to this day that is one of the many things, we still do and share in common).
There were only four of us in our part of the building, so we became pretty close with each other. As time went on I started developing feelings for Alejandra. However, there were some obstacles in my way. I did not know how to flirt and she was way out of my league! She was a beautiful Latina woman:well-dressed, smart and sophisticated. I was just a guy who wore a tie because I had to, usually sporting a beard and the same outfits over and over. I think at one point I even had a handle bar mustache. How would a lady like her ever go for a guy like me?
Work was frustrating because I really began to like Alejandra more and more. The only problem was I could not have her. So, to rid myself of this annoyance, I began trying to convince myself that she was weird looking so that I would stop liking her. I would walk by her desk, look at her, and laugh to myself thinking, “what a weird looking person.” This persisted for a few weeks. I thought this strategy was working until we had a company Christmas party. I saw her flirting with a guy at the party and I had jealous feelings. It was unpleasant to have these feelings since she was not my girlfriend and I had never been jealous before. I decided that night that I must make a move, as this was my last chance. I called up my brother and told him my predicament. He told me to “stop being lame and just go for it.” SO with a little encouragement from Matty and a couple of beers, I made the best move of my life.
On November 6th, 2006, I started working at Kobrand Corporation, a wine importer in Manhattan. I was employed as a Trade Visits Coordinator in the Supplies Relations department. I remember the first thing I said to my parents when I came home, “I like it. I really like the people.” One of them was Ryan, a funny guy that sat in the corner, who always broke the silence with a joke or ridiculous story.
The week I started, Ryan asked me if I would be interested in going out to an Ethiopian Restaurant to celebrate his birthday. Although his birthday had passed, the small group from work had not been able to set their schedules until that Friday after I started. I had never had Ethiopian or even heard of the cuisine, but as a true foodie, I immediately accepted the offer. That Friday we went out to dinner and had a wonderful time. (if you have never had Ethiopian, I highly recommend it to this day it is one of our favorite cuisines!). Although I have said to myself I would not get involved with anyone at work, I began to notice how courteous and caring the funny guy in the corner was. Since I was a novice at the subway system, Ryan made sure I knew how to get back to Grand Central Station safely form the restaurant in the Upper East Side.
Weeks went by, and the funny guy in the corner and I became friends. One time for lunch, we went on a hunt all over midtown for a Buffalo Chicken sandwich. Searching all over, we finally found a place in Grand Central Station! We started to realize how compatible our taste for food was, during our Buffalo Chicken search our boss asked one of our co-workers if there was something going on between us. It seems she noticed our connection before we did!.
I was not until our company Christmas party that I found myself gravitating towards the fanny guy in the corner, it seemed there was never a dull moment when I was hanging our with him. In the true fashion of elementary school, I turned to him and asked him, ” Do you like me?”
he answered, “why? Do you like me?” and the rest is history…..