Siddity In The City

Boys, boys, all type of boys...

1. Run, don't walk, to the Starbucks on 56th Street between 6th and 7th, right around evening rush. Why, you ask? Because that's where you will find the goddanged prettiest Starchuckian mixmaster ever. He's like LL in a green apron. LL in a green apron handing you a delicious soy latte. That is the closest most of us will ever get to the LL-feeding-you-skinned-grapes fantasy, mmkay? Like I said, run. I have no reason to be in midtown. None. But damnit, I will find a reason now. Or not, but LL in Starchucks, I will never forget thee. How could I? Who's ever seen a friggin' competition-ready body-builder working as an espresso jockey at Starbucks?!?! 2. Should you be a trim blonde seeking a mate (*cough* TDMM*cough*), the place to be is the bar car on the New Haven line Metro North train. First of all, the male-to-female ratio is roughly 7.3 to 1. Second of all, you'll be a slim blonde, and it ain't hard to pull when you're a slim blonde, no matter what the male-to-female ratio is. Lastly, well, I've seen it. You'll be like chum in a shark tank. Godspeed. 3. Sorry attractive South Asian professional-man, for assaulting you first with my elbows, and then my mild pit-stank, on said bar car. It had been a long, hot day. Mea culpa. If I ever see you again, you can have a can of Rolling Rock (or whatever) on me. Hopefully, I'll smell better, too. Yeesh. Okay, three types of boys. What? That's more interaction with the outside world than I usually get!

posted by Sid @ 6/29/2005 12:19:00 AM