so i'm standing in the stairwell of the F train station, finishing up a call on my cell. i'm wearing white pants and a mango-colored top. sunny, demure.
this middle-aged asian guy stops next to me on the stairs and smiles.
i smile back as i'm hanging up the phone. clearly he's soft in the head or something.
"hi," he says.
i'm walking down the stairs. "hi," i say. inside i add, freak.
"you? two? you? two?" he asks.
"um - you need two dollars? you need a metrocard?"
it's a sunny day, i'm feeling generous. i will swipe the crazy man so he can ride the F.
but as i swipe, go through the turnstile and wave my metrocard at him, he whips out his own metrocard and follows me through.
"two hundred," he says. "you, two hundred?"
"excuse me?" i walk a little faster.
he comes really close to me and shows me a wad of cash.
"you, me, two hundred dollar?"
it is five pm on a sunday and i am being PROPOSITIONED FOR PROSTITUTION???
"no!" i say, waving him away.
he seems incredulous. "no?"
"NO!" i walk away briskly.
and that, friends, is how hot it is in girlhattan. people are losing their minds.
i really needed this.
