Don't despair if you still haven't found the Chuck to your Blair, or the Holly Golightly to your Paul, or the Stanford Blatch to your Anthony Marantino. There's no better time to fly solo than in the spring (which we're seriously praying is actually officially upon us and not just briefly teasing us before another freak snowstorm). The weather's turned for the better, our favorite dining spots have finally opened their terraces, and everyone seems to be smiling an unnatural amount for New Yorkers. So go out there and enjoy the new season-whether it be with a new fling, your best friends, or your fabulous self!
[Photo by Hunter Abrams]