you find amazing people everywhere.
Last night featured a comedy of errors involving me needing to get to the Lower East Side via the L train and the F train, while unfortunately the L and the F were running on a schedule that essentially came down to “This train is running on a normal schedule, except for the stops you want to get off at. We’re skipping those, while giggling softly to ourselves.” So I ended up on the exact opposite side of town from where I needed to be, 30 minutes after I needed to be there, and jumped into a cab.
The driver was playing soft Indian music and when I got in he asked “How are you doing?” I told him I was well, and how are you, “I am doing great!” he replied. “It is a beautiful night, and I am so happy to be alive and well.”
He was humming softly along to the music, and began telling me the story of the singer when we were stuck at a light on West 4th and Broadway. The singer had been killed in India by her stepsons who did not want her to have half of their father’s wealth when he died, it has been 5 years and they are still not in jail. The cab driver continues to talk to me about the horrors of murder, how it is the worst thing in the world, and how those people don’t deserve to live in such an otherwise beautiful world.
A homeless man came car door to car door at the next intersection, collecting change in a jar.
The driver rolled down the window and handed the man change.
“God bless you” the driver said, and you could tell that he meant it.
We eventually made it to my destination and I leaned forward to pay him.
“Have a good life,” he told me.
“Good luck in everything in you do, learn to appreciate every day.
God bless you.”
“God bless you too.” I said. And he could tell that I meant it.
I love this city.
Why dating me can be a challenge.
It has been suggested that I have a little bit of a listening comprehension problem, as exhibited below. (The comments below were taken word for word from recent escapades.)
<>He says: “Is it ok if I don’t call you tomorrow?”
I hear: “When I say ‘tomorrow’, I mean ‘ever’, because I am a terrible, horrible, heartless person.
Everything I have said to you up until this point was a lie.
Also, I keep 14 year old girls locked in a dungeon in my apartment, obv.”
<>He says: “Everyone has skeletons in their closet.”
I hear: “I killed a man.”
<>He says: “Oh no thanks, I don’t drink”
I hear: “I’m a recovering alcoholic who used to go on lengthy drug and alcohol fueled binges, I was a drug runner in
Mexico, and also I killed a man.”
<>He says: “I’ve always liked high heels on women.”
I hear: “I’m the creepy guy on Craigslist always offering to pay women to come walk across my naked body in high heels.”
<>He says: “Do you want to come upstairs?
I have . . .um . . .
ice cream?”
I hear: “ICE CREAM!!!”
my first bad date! mazel tov!
You know that moment during drinks, some time half way through your second vodka tonic, when it suddenly strikes you that your date seems to have a foot fetish?
Oh, you don't?
Cuz I do.
And then HE told ME that he wasn't going to call. I'm sorry sir, let me try to make this a little more clear.
It's not me. It's you. Now stop looking at my feet like that.
My little stilettos have never scampered down the subway stairs so fast.
