Saturday, November 22, 2008

The Guy with the Tie (Part 2)

I've decided to make this a three parter, partly because my hand is tired and partly because I'm so busy with work that I can barely think straight. Even though I don't have much of a readership as it stands. I just could let an incident like this go by without imputting it in for posterity. So future readers enjoy! M.A.R


You see at first I thought he was a part of this table I had passsed that was giving out fashin tips for free. I had passed that table on my way to the median where he was standing. So for awhile there I thought that he was with them. When of course all he did was give me compliments on my hair, smile, and laugh my secound thought was; "I hope this old guy in't trying to pick me up. (Now don't get me wrong. I have nothing but respect for the elderly and if a guy in't over 55 there is no problem with me dating somebody near the line. I 'm talkin g 54 and under within a year shy of his 55 birthday. What do you think? Too picky? Anyhoo!


He was in his sixties if he was a day to my eyes and he wasn't trying to pick me up. (Later on he said he was 75 years old. Well put together I'd say. Still athough cute still not my type.) The Guy in the Tie said as much as I tried to extrivate myself from tje man with the twikle in his eyes.


He wasn't quite thur with me however. After he assured me that he wasn't trying to pick me up he explained that he just wanted to talk to me because I looiked like such an interesting person and that he loves to talk to interesting people. The Guy with the Tie also mentioned that he was always that way and that's why he wnet into radia when he was younger. As much as I was in crudules about his so -call interests in getting to know a perfect stranger I could quite believe that he was in radio. He had an affable voice that lent itself to a relaxed conversational tone. I say this pass tense because when I had asked him if he was still in radio; still think that maybe he was working for the ladies at the table; he said no, that he was retired.


So what I had here was a mystery tio solve. Who was this guy if he wasn't with those Free Fashionistas behind me? Why was he talking to me, the fact of my gorgouness non-withstanding? What is his game? There had to be a con of something. If so I could'nt wait to turn him down flat. Cute old man or no cute old man I would give it to him with both barres, Brooklyn Style! Finally in the cavacade of mystery I had one more question that needed asking. How come he was out here walking up to people in the street, his quest for interesting people non-withstanding.


So was it my curiosity and thirst to uncover the mask behind this seemly benign elderly gentle man? (Because he was for all intents and purposes a gentleman of the highest order.) I had to find out. So when he asked me if we could find someplace to sit down and talk some more after some pointed questions about what , I do for a living. (Hey quid pro quo people, I did ask about him first!) I went with him across the street to one of the many obsequious Starbucks. (This one was next to a McDonald's.) 

What happen next? Boy can't you wait to find out! I mean this little ole true life short story is beginning to take on epic proportions! It's like a saga already! Whooo! Meanwhile I've haven't seen any comments on it. Not even a "Are you nuts!" In case anybody's concerned I'm still alive. Pfft. Tune in next month! Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The Guy in the Tie

I wrote this two weeks ago, it was such an odd and interesting thing that happen to me so I thought I share. It's a two parter because I'm a very busy woman of late folks. Enjoy!....





It was just an ordinary day in the life of this intrepid writer. You would probably think that nothing in this diva's life is ordinary buy go with me on this. ( I mean I don't start the day with blue birds singing out my window, with squirrels and chipmunks getting me dressed. Me calling myself a diva is a state of mind after all. No champagne and caviar for this girl I'm afraid.) Any way back to my ordinary day.

I mean it was a slightly special day for me but that's not saying much because it was payday. Which in and of itself is not so special to the many people who receive paychecks on a weekly and bi-weekly biases. This being my first paycheck after a drought of no paycheck made my day a special ordinary day.

Well as I wended my way thur the thoroughfare of Union Square my stomach full of hamburger and french fries from University Resturant and my pocketbook fill with cash from my meager but well needed paycheck; I met an special but ordinary man. I will refer him in this writing as the Guy in the Tie. You'll see why later.

To this day, (and from this hour that I write this), I still don't know what made me stop and listen much less continue to talk to the man. Perhaps it was the way this many approach me with a compliment to my hair. Quite gregariously with a sweet smile on his benign face. "I just love your hair it's so beautiful, with the red and the black. Oh!" He said, this Guy With The Tie.

Why would I be taken in by such blatant compliments? I wonder; was it because I was wearing a wig and was subconsciously worried that it wasn't up to my usual standards? I had trouble combing it . (Ever try to comb a wig without a wig stand folks?) Anyway I was enjoying the compliment and felt it cam from an honest place despite the appeal to my vanity. Don't get it twisted of course I'm a quintessential New Yorker. I was going to take my complement and run. A quick pace nod and smile then I would wend my way to my next destination. A new french Pastry shop,, neo-french I believe, called Pasterrie. Then off to Barnes & Noble. A regular New Yorker would smile, nod, and stave off the Guy with the tie for fear of the other shoe dropping. The con, the gag, the mugging, the proselytizing, that may come if we stay and gab with complimentary strangers.

But then even though I am a quintessential New Yorker, I have an unusual proclivity to an unusual personality quirk; I just love a good conversation.

So after I smile at him and said as I laughed;

"Thank you, your so sweet!" As I said I was going to go on my way when he followed up with another compliment bomb. " Oh and such a lovely laugh. Did anyone ever tell you that? Look at you and such a lovely smile!" He went on and on in that vein till he told me that he wanted to know me better.

Now before I go on I must do due justice to this man and the situation I found myself in. First I will describe him, then I'll explain how I ended up talking with him at one of the many obsequious Starbucks in Manhattan. (This one across from Union Square Park next door to a McDonalds.)

The Guy in the tie was an elderly gentleman of average height wearing a blue shirt with white paid stripe, wearing a red tie that had gold colored Teddy bear and clocks; I remembered that his shoes were brown and that he wore glasses. Tied together with neat gray hair parted to the side and you can see that even though I was taken aback a little by this man's shock and ahhh barrage of compliments, I still found myself staying around to see where this was going.



.....Stay tuned there's more next week!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Yaaaaaaaay!!!!!!!!

Obamaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Now that I have shared the joy, I am now going to share some news.
When I started writing this blog I decided to only focus on local stuff that
was fun but being a daughter of a politically sensitive father has it's downside. :/
So as a result of things current and past I've decided to dedicate a page just for
my political rantings. Believe it or not though I will be just as tough on my democratic
friends as my Republican neighbors so don't worry I won't be totally partisan.
As it is my new leader Obama won't want me to be that way and remember friends I
have issues with the U.S goverment at large so Washington you are on notice. Just
one more citizen that will be voicing her opinion and will be on your case if you don't get
you hands out of every U.S Citizens pockets and your hand out to every lobbiest with an
agenda.
How I am going to do this and write in this blog and my poetry blog as well? With a lot of weekends and coffee folks, with a lot of weekends and coffee folks. I've got a job too so you might not hear from me as much. But since my current audience is about four people, I think Chris, NY Nerd, Ron Lopez, can hang in there for a bit.
One more time before the Brooklyn Public Libarary in Flatbust kicks me out.
Obamaaaaaaaaaaaa!