I''m new to NYC and have been married almost 20 years. I''ve practiced law for 11+ years in the midwest but am still looking for a job here.
Soooo I did what any PSer would do and planned a day in the Diamond District and then onto the "Graff" mile. But. . I got confused on the subway platform and ended up leaving the train at W4th when I meant to take another train onto Rockefeller Center. I ended up in Washington Square Park. Not so bad -- lots of women 20 years younger than me doing classwork, writing in journals, or people watching.
RANDOM GUY comes up to me IMMEDIATELY and first thing he says is "I''m gay, I''m not hitting on you and we HAVE to talk about your make-up because it sucks." Now call me crazy, but he was: (1) well dressed; (2) African-American; (3) gay; and (4) offering make up tips. Just like ALL my friends where I come frome. THIS is my "sweet spot." Ok so, I''m naive; an idiot, call it like you want.
But next thing I know, he''s fingering my anniversary ring (my 2.02 ct D/VS2 marquise solitaire that''s an "upgrade" from my engagement ring). I ASSURED him that I had a "real" engagement ring back home in my apartment but that this was FAKE, FAKE, FAKE! We had bad scenes after that (he tried to stong-arm me into two cabs) but he NEVER tried to rob me in any way.
I GOT TO THINKING, though: first of all: I''m not in "Kansas" anymore. Secondly, have any of you ever been in a similar situation? Do you quit wearing your rocks or do you just get tougher? (Like: "I don''t know you and I''m not willing to meet you. Good-bye.")
Soooo I did what any PSer would do and planned a day in the Diamond District and then onto the "Graff" mile. But. . I got confused on the subway platform and ended up leaving the train at W4th when I meant to take another train onto Rockefeller Center. I ended up in Washington Square Park. Not so bad -- lots of women 20 years younger than me doing classwork, writing in journals, or people watching.
RANDOM GUY comes up to me IMMEDIATELY and first thing he says is "I''m gay, I''m not hitting on you and we HAVE to talk about your make-up because it sucks." Now call me crazy, but he was: (1) well dressed; (2) African-American; (3) gay; and (4) offering make up tips. Just like ALL my friends where I come frome. THIS is my "sweet spot." Ok so, I''m naive; an idiot, call it like you want.
But next thing I know, he''s fingering my anniversary ring (my 2.02 ct D/VS2 marquise solitaire that''s an "upgrade" from my engagement ring). I ASSURED him that I had a "real" engagement ring back home in my apartment but that this was FAKE, FAKE, FAKE! We had bad scenes after that (he tried to stong-arm me into two cabs) but he NEVER tried to rob me in any way.
I GOT TO THINKING, though: first of all: I''m not in "Kansas" anymore. Secondly, have any of you ever been in a similar situation? Do you quit wearing your rocks or do you just get tougher? (Like: "I don''t know you and I''m not willing to meet you. Good-bye.")