Art by Tom Williams.
Ok, second “girl on the train” anecdote. This happened around 1994-1995. I was still relatively new to the city; let me explain. I was born here, lived here until I was about 11 and then moved to Pennsylvania. I moved back in 1993, and the city was actually brand new to me; as a kid, I wasn’t really allowed to travel into the city on my own. So, I was still learning where everything was, and more importantly, learning how the city worked for single folks. I distinctly remember walking somewhere around the Port Authority and asking myself, “How does anyone meet someone in this city?” I mostly thought about the female side of that equation. I always thought that women had to deal with more baloney than men, because women had to deal with rape and serial killers like the Son of Sam (yes, this was 20 years later, but things like this always stay with New Yorkers). So, one day, I found myself on the 1 train, and I struck up a conversation with a young lady who had just moved to NY. She and her younger brother were just exploring the city, and she asked me if I had any places to recommend. We talked for a long while and finally, I had to get off the train…idiot that I was. So, what did I do? I put an ad in the back of the Village Voice. No, I never got a reply.
Remind me to tell you about the one time this kind of thing worked…in Seattle.
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