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New York Minute

A beautiful young women boarded the train this morning and sat down in the seat right next to me. Right behind her was a dad and his pre-teen daughter. The dad suggested that the daughter shift one seat to her left so he could sit next to the beautiful young woman on her other side.

He turned away from his daughter and started talking to the woman. They were strangers, but had just met on the platform when he noticed she had some paperwork from a graduate program he recognized. What followed was possibly just normal chit-chat, but I viewed it as a come-on all the way.

The dad was speed talking and never once turned back to his daughter. They lived in the same area and he mentioned that he had a dog and it sparked something in the young woman’s memory. “Do you have that little, black dachshund?” she asked.

He was wounded. “Do I look like the kind of guy that would have a dachshund?” he answered in a tone the demanded an answer.

“Well, no. I guess,” she said. But she was just giving him what he needed at that point.

“I’ve got an 80 pound lab, a real monster.”

I don’t know why the whole thing seemed so creepy. It probably wasn’t, and the guy was wearing a Yankee hat. Maybe it was just because the young woman was so attractive and he appeared so eager. The part that really made me uncomfortable was the way he boxed out his daughter. But maybe she had a book to read. I got up and left them the first chance I got and I didn’t look back.


1 weeping for brunnhilde   ~  Aug 16, 2011 7:08 pm

That does sound very creepy.

I'd say that men really shouldn't behave in such a desperate way but I'm guessing that sort of thing has worked for him in the past, so what do I know.

Guys like that are the reason I often tense up when strangers talk to me; I dread the prospect of being a captive audience to some nut.

Did he say that?--"a real monster?"

Is that the sort of thing that drives the babes wild, in his experience?

Takes all kinds.

2 Mr OK Jazz Tokyo   ~  Aug 16, 2011 11:57 pm

Interesting..i really love all the subway stories on the Banter. Being a foreigner here on the train you're pretty much a ghost, no one looks or talks to you EVER..UNTIL it's past 10pm and the booze has been flowing, then get a lot of drunkards who want to practice their English. 99.99999% of the time they are NOT beautiful women!

3 Boatzilla   ~  Aug 17, 2011 2:31 am

[2] And it goes like this, "How do you sink Japonese gyaru?" [What do you think about Japanese girls]. "Can you eat sushi?" "Where you from?""How old are you?"


All said with his nose buried in your personal space about two-inches from your face, breath stinking of booze and garlic.

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