Well, our loyal reader may remember that I’ve previously mentioned my proclivity to flirt with waitresses. Last Saturday night, I took a blind leap and asked one out. Of course, she had a boyfriend…or so she said. We’ll never know, but at least I took a shot, right? But where does that really get me? Still trying to meet people…
I find it really difficult to start up conversations with people in this town, and my most recent attempt to “create a bond”, so to speak, was very disheartening. I get seriously frustrated by this perception I have about New Yorkers rarely interacting. Maybe it’s just that they never interact with me.
Whatever the case may be, I decided to take matters into my own hands, to take action. Therefore, my roommates and I went around one night introducing ourselves to our neighbors.
They all seemed kind of scared that people were actually talking to them. We did meet some nice girls who live down the hall. They’re dancers, but when we asked them where and when they’d be performing so we could come see them, they just looked at each other and smirked. What are y’all thinking right now?
That’s right: they’re strippers.
But, of course, they never admitted it, so we don’t know for sure. I love messing with them though. The other day I needed some quarters for the laundry, so I went by their place to see if they had change for a dollar. When the girl gave me the quarters, I just reached over and put a dollar in her belt. Then she smacked me. Sure, stuff like that may not solve my problem with meeting people, but I least I have fun.