The disappointment in old people

There is nothing that I hate more than when I am at a club and old men that are over 60 years old start hitting on you. I don't know about you but since I've moved here I have been using my sisters id to get into clubs which means I am even younger than what these old guys think. 

Its gross and disgusting and I hate it. It makes me feel really uncomfortable and puts me in a really awkward position. These guys are old enough to be my parents and they are hitting on me.. a 20 year old girl. Don't they find that weird and really awkward? Because I would. 

Its the worst when I am at clubs with people raging on some sort of drug and crazy loud music and in the corner you see an old man that clearly doesn't not belong nor fit in with the crowd. They stick out like a sore thumb. I don't even understand why they would even want to be in that type of vicinity. Clearly this is not for their age group, they should be hanging out with people their own age and doing adult things like having dinner parties. Not trying to get shit faced on the weekends and hit on girls that are young enough to be their daughters. 

I hate when they approach me and ask me to dance and act all cool as if they know exactly what to do. Its so awkward because we are suppose to respect our elders but I can't respect men like this. I don't get what their prerogative is by being at these clubs. What are they trying to get out of it? reliving their youth? Don't they know that girls my age or even in their young 20's or even 30's are going to want to be with someone who's young and hot not old and wrinkly. 

I have nothing against old people or even old people dating young people, I just don't think old people should be at clubs that are targeted for crazy people that are young and that are trying to rage. 

Mitch

Over the weekend, my roommate, Vianni, and I met this guy. He's the one on the right (roomie on the left). He was actually the sibling of one of our friends at school. He flew in from Minnesota to visit her but didn't see much of her as he spent the majority of his time with us. 

Now I know what you're thinking. This guy is from Minnesota, not New York. That's cheating. Well, although he isn't from New York, I did meet him here and this was his first ever experience being here. Being with him while he traversed the city for the first time was exhilarating to say the least. His reactions to things like the subway, hobos, New York pizza, and other norms of the city that we take for granted was such a fun rush for Vianni and I. It was almost like reliving our first times in the city and it was a great thing to be a part of.

That was only one aspect of this guy we liked. As an openly gay guy since the middle of high school, I've come accustomed to other straight guys not digging me so much. I never had many guy friends in high school, I had felt normal in a homophobic upbringing. This guy, however, had developed one of the greatest "bro" relationship with me in the short weekend he was here. By the end of our time together we felt so comfortable with each other. We'd laugh, rough house, and just be guys. It was almost like an experience I've never had before. I have guy friends now in college, but nothing like the level Mitch and I had in two days. When he left, we had a final text exchange (yes, we were at texting level). This message was actually one of the heart warming compliments I've ever received. Mitch might be the best example of someone who I'll never want to forget despite the fact I'll probably never see him again. It was definitely the perfect RememberMeNYC. 

Showtime!

"What time is it?"
"Showtime!"
"What time is it?"
"Showtime!"

Every subway dance crew introduces themselves the same way. Apparently, if you can Breakdance, you don't wear a watch. That's a bad joke.

I enjoy a good subway dance. One time, while crossing into Brooklyn, a teenager was doing actual backflips in the middle of the train car in front of me. Keep in mind, the ceilings are maybe seven feet tall. The dude doing flips is not, however, the subject of this post. That title goes to this little guy and his buddy:

The backflipping swingamajig

They started their show like any other, by asking for the time. They informed me it was indeed showtime, so I begrudgingly squeezed against the door to give them room. The train car was crowded. Too crowded to fit a dance routine. Whatever, these kids were tiny.

They pulled out their mobile boombox and pressed play. "I can be a freak. I can, I can be a freak," began playing. I laughed. I thought the song was hilarious. That's about when the first little breaker began showing off some fancy footwork. Amateur stuff. He didn't deserve a dollar. Yet. The second little dude jumped in and did the same footsy moves. Then he started swinging on some poles. It was cool, I guess. The first kid came back in. He grabbed two poles and did a backflipping swingmajig. While doing so, he came dangerously close to kicking an old guy in the face. His partner took over for the finale. That kid started spinning on his freaking head. His legs were swinging around all willy-nilly. Then he fell on his friend. Of all people to fall on when spinning on one's head, I guess a dance partner is a safe candidate.

All in all, it was a very moving performance. We moved all the way from Canal street to Prince street. Another bad joke. Honestly though, I respect those kids to death. My friends gave them dollars. I didn't because I spent all my dollars on delicious Neuro drinks. Next time, I swear.

Judging

You know when you are walking down the street and based off the way people are dressed, you judge them. Everyone does this, I for sure do. 
I was on the train heading to Astoria when I looked over to my left and saw this girl sitting there by self wearing all black with pink hair. She was different. My first reaction was wow she's weird. She looked really punk rock emo. 
After fully judging her I realized that I shouldn't be judging her. I don't know her or anything about her. For all I know she could be the nicest person but just by the way she dressed I would approach someone that dresses like her. 
I don't know why I do this, I can't help it but I just naturally do it with out even realizing. Thinking about it, this is what everyone does. But why? We can't help ourselves we just naturally do it without thinking about who that person really is. We just judge with based off of what they look like, that is our decision factor to if we want to talk to them or not. It really pathetic to what our society has come to but  there is nothing we can do about it. The sad part about it is that most go out their lives only interacting with certain people based off their appearance and how they present themselves. People always say "don't judge a book by it's cover" but people always do. It's hard not to. 

Sassy Cycler

Alright, so this sassy cycler decided to be all sorts of sassy to us two nights ago. It was actually hilarious and we were all laughing afterwards, but the fact remains that he was sassy.

We were walking from a birthday dinner with our friend Lauren and this guy pulls up next to us. We were talking and laughing and being loud as we college kids do, and he was kind of listening into our conversation. He started flirting with our friend, Grace, saying that he liked her hair and complimenting her. We laughed because we were so shocked and then we just kept walking because it was just really uncomfortable. So then, this guy pulls up at the next stop light and started revving his engine whenever we'd start talking so we couldn't hear each other. We didn't really understand what was happening so our friend Victoria shouted out, "Are you having fun!?" and he started laughing. So then I started laughing, naturally, and he called me out on it. This just made me laugh harder but he kept prying, "what're you laughing at, kid? huh? what're you laughing at?" So eventually I just blurted out, "YOU!" and so then he started laughing as well and continued to rev his engine.

It got more awkward because we kept running into him at various different lights. It hit me randomly that this is the perfect blog post, so here we are! The sassy cycler drove away eventually and we laughed about it the entire way home.

Audrey Brought Us Together

        I have no idea why but ever since I read a biography on Audrey Hepburn, I am slightly obsessed with her. There is just something about her that makes her influential to me. Since I read the story about her life  I weirdly retained a lot of information from it. Since I am so obsessed, I saw a magazine with her on the cover and I just had to have it.
        I was with my friend Shakiya when we did a nice quick stop at Duane Reade so I could purchased the Vanity Fair. After I brought my magazine, I was flipping through it quickly as we were waiting for the worst red light ever to change, Shakiya goes, "so who is this chick?" I went on a whole rant about how she was a

depressed person and how much of a fashionista she was and how beautiful she was and how many languages she could speak. As i was saying all this there was an elderly woman next to me listening in, knodding, and smiling as if she was agreeing with everything I had to say because my facts were legit. She also seemed impressed that I knew this much information about her from someone so young. As I took a pause from my rant, this elderly woman chimes in to say "she was also a great actress."

A Bunch of Old Men

It's Sunday morning. I was riding my scooter to the laundromat to pick up an IKEA bag full of tightly pressed, fresh-scented garments. I rounded the corner by LIC High School where the football field meets the tennis courts and heard a cacophony of male chatter. Producing this noise was a cluster of leather jackets and grey hair numbering 50 strong. Every man in this group (which was every person in this group) was babbling away to every man around him. It was a mobile mass of conversation, locked into itself by the impenetrable bond of gossip.

The noise was amazing. It made me think of flocks of birds where every bird is squawking away endlessly. I imagined tossing a rock into the group and causing all 50 heads to turn and yell at me in unison. I didn't toss any rocks.