I got off the subway and began the five block walk from the subway to the front door of my building. As I was crossing the second crosswalk, I stumbled a bit and the man who happened to be passing me at that time said to me "You drunk?" and kept walking.
I giggled and brushed off what he said and continued my journey forward. I was getting closer and closer to my building with each step, I could see the green awning with the cursive numbers, signaling my journey home almost complete. I was thinking to myself about how it was so funny that that guy had assumed I was drunk because I stumbled, when in reality, I actually stumble sometimes because I have Cerebral Palsy. I felt like I got away with something huge, and that I tricked him into believing I was drunk and that that's not just what happens to me sometimes when I walk. I had a huge grin on my face, and I was consumed in my own amusement.
"That's a nice smile you have, what is your name?" says a man's voice.
"Thanks" I say.
"You live close by?" He asks.
I just look to the ground and shake my head.
We continue to walk in silence.
"You never told me your name." He says.
"Sarah" I say.
"Sarah.. I am José" He says.
"I have a boyfriend" I say.
"Oh, sure you don't want some company? I have a nice bottle of wine here." He mentions, as he holds up a black deli bag with a mysterious bottle inside it.
"No." I say.
"Ok, have a nice night." He says and then turns the corner away from me, much to my relief.
Friday, June 18, 2010
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
double take
An elderly woman, with gray, dreadlocked hair, piled up on top of her head and pinned together, with chocolate brown skin, wearing a simple cotton outfit, was hunched over a New York City green trash can bin, which one can find on any street corner, scrubbing the inside of it furiously.
She was doing this vigorous scrubbing on the corner across from my apartment, and I noticed her as I was waiting to cross the street, heading towards the deli. I looked backwards at her as I crossed the street, checking to see if I had actually seen this, or if I was hallucinating the whole thing. I have seen a lot of things in New York City, but I sure as heck have never seen and elderly woman bent over a green trash can scrubbing the inside of it furiously.
Where did all the trash inside the bin go? There was a red shopping cart perched to the left of the woman, with a huge burlap sack covering the shopping cart concealing the inner contents.
As I was walking away, I thought to myself "maybe this woman has schizophrenia?" Why else would she be doing that kind of repetitive behavior?
I put it out of my mind and walked over to the deli and picked up some orange juice and a chicken quesadilla for dinner.
I walked in to my apartment, passed the front desk on my left, and casually said hi to the door lady on duty. Behind me I could hear her talking to a delivery guy.
I watched the elevator door close and make its way up to the tenth floor without anyone in it. Frustrating. I could have made it, if I wanted to run. I wait over by the elevator and press the call button four or five times, as if that will be the time that will make the difference and the elevator will magically appear at the lobby for me.
I mention to the pizza delivery guy "dang, we just missed it"
he smiled wordlessly and perched himself on the windowsill. The elevator continued to wait on the 10th floor refusing to make its decent to the lobby to pick us up. Tired of waiting, the delivery boy decided to take the stairs.
"Are you really going to take the stairs?!" I ask.
"I have to, miss" he mumbles
Okay, internet, I have something to share with you. You do not ever want me to deliver your pizza to you, because I am telling you right now, if your elevator takes a while to pick me up, I am waiting for the elevator and your pizza will be cold. There is no way in HELL I am going to carry your pizza up an enormous amount of stairs just so you can be better served. Uh uh. No way.
She was doing this vigorous scrubbing on the corner across from my apartment, and I noticed her as I was waiting to cross the street, heading towards the deli. I looked backwards at her as I crossed the street, checking to see if I had actually seen this, or if I was hallucinating the whole thing. I have seen a lot of things in New York City, but I sure as heck have never seen and elderly woman bent over a green trash can scrubbing the inside of it furiously.
Where did all the trash inside the bin go? There was a red shopping cart perched to the left of the woman, with a huge burlap sack covering the shopping cart concealing the inner contents.
As I was walking away, I thought to myself "maybe this woman has schizophrenia?" Why else would she be doing that kind of repetitive behavior?
I put it out of my mind and walked over to the deli and picked up some orange juice and a chicken quesadilla for dinner.
I walked in to my apartment, passed the front desk on my left, and casually said hi to the door lady on duty. Behind me I could hear her talking to a delivery guy.
I watched the elevator door close and make its way up to the tenth floor without anyone in it. Frustrating. I could have made it, if I wanted to run. I wait over by the elevator and press the call button four or five times, as if that will be the time that will make the difference and the elevator will magically appear at the lobby for me.
I mention to the pizza delivery guy "dang, we just missed it"
he smiled wordlessly and perched himself on the windowsill. The elevator continued to wait on the 10th floor refusing to make its decent to the lobby to pick us up. Tired of waiting, the delivery boy decided to take the stairs.
"Are you really going to take the stairs?!" I ask.
"I have to, miss" he mumbles
Okay, internet, I have something to share with you. You do not ever want me to deliver your pizza to you, because I am telling you right now, if your elevator takes a while to pick me up, I am waiting for the elevator and your pizza will be cold. There is no way in HELL I am going to carry your pizza up an enormous amount of stairs just so you can be better served. Uh uh. No way.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Am I Crazy?
Below is a text conversation:
Me: Omg this bus ride is sooooo long
Him: I have idea, let's spend nite tonite. Get some sexy lingirie from Victoria Secret and you can expletive and expletive me off both. That would be so hot, I want that.
Him: I mean spend nite tomorrow nite.
Me: I don't have money for lingirie right now darling. I don't get paid till friday.
Me: You can spend the night tomorrow. I wanted to see you tonight but if that is what you prefer...
Him: Ok. Friday then. :) I want u to dress up for me.
Me: You want to wait until friday?!
Me: Are you seeing other people?
Him: I want to see u dressed up in sexy clothes.
Me: Ok. But are you seeing someone besides me?
Me: Please don't force me to make an assumption. Yes or No?
Me: Wow. Ok. Lose my # and cease all contact with me please. I hope things work out with her. Or them.
Him: Babe. What are u talking about? Why are u mad? This is about u and me.
Him: If I want it that way. Ok.
Me: I want you to answer a direct question honestly. Are you seeing someone else?
Me: Because I will tell you right now, my feelings for you are too strong to wait in line. Don't play me like this.
Me: You always have a choice. Me or her, can't have both. Looks like you already made your choice.
Him: I don't know how me asking u to dress sexy meant I was seeing someone else. U are making no sense. But ok bye Mela. I am not getting sucked into argument.
Me: Don't bullshit me! I asked you a direct question and you can't even answer it!
Me: And it wasn't the lingerie, it was time you were willing to spend without seeing me that made me suspicious. Out of character for you.
Him: I just want to spice things up. Thought you taking me for granted.
Him: Mela u are doing it again. no trust. I think u are right. Its not gonna work. U can't treat me this way.
Me: Omg this bus ride is sooooo long
Him: I have idea, let's spend nite tonite. Get some sexy lingirie from Victoria Secret and you can expletive and expletive me off both. That would be so hot, I want that.
Him: I mean spend nite tomorrow nite.
Me: I don't have money for lingirie right now darling. I don't get paid till friday.
Me: You can spend the night tomorrow. I wanted to see you tonight but if that is what you prefer...
Him: Ok. Friday then. :) I want u to dress up for me.
Me: You want to wait until friday?!
Me: Are you seeing other people?
Him: I want to see u dressed up in sexy clothes.
Me: Ok. But are you seeing someone besides me?
Me: Please don't force me to make an assumption. Yes or No?
Me: Wow. Ok. Lose my # and cease all contact with me please. I hope things work out with her. Or them.
Him: Babe. What are u talking about? Why are u mad? This is about u and me.
Him: If I want it that way. Ok.
Me: I want you to answer a direct question honestly. Are you seeing someone else?
Me: Because I will tell you right now, my feelings for you are too strong to wait in line. Don't play me like this.
Me: You always have a choice. Me or her, can't have both. Looks like you already made your choice.
Him: I don't know how me asking u to dress sexy meant I was seeing someone else. U are making no sense. But ok bye Mela. I am not getting sucked into argument.
Me: Don't bullshit me! I asked you a direct question and you can't even answer it!
Me: And it wasn't the lingerie, it was time you were willing to spend without seeing me that made me suspicious. Out of character for you.
Him: I just want to spice things up. Thought you taking me for granted.
Him: Mela u are doing it again. no trust. I think u are right. Its not gonna work. U can't treat me this way.
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
suck it.
Philly66:I'm gonna be honest, you look you'd give good head. No offense.
melaeloise:you know, it's funny you say that
melaeloise:because you look like you could give it just as well
Philly66:oh haha
Philly66:what a come back
melaeloise:at least that's what your mom told me
Philly66:well done 1st grader in 2004
Sunday, June 6, 2010
on waking up alone
I woke up alone this morning. Last night I was not alone. I felt like a cheap two dollar whore. I texted him "where did you go?" about an hour and a half ago, but no response so far.
Very interesting...
All his things are gone from my room, except for a t shirt and a pair of shorts of his that are neatly folded and stacked one on top of the other and left on top of a large box.
There was no note saying "Hey, something came up had to run home..." nothing.
Given all the gloating I have been doing about guys from my past coming after me, this definitely takes my ego down a notch, albeit only a little bit. I mean, usually when you are staying the night with someone you are dating and they are at your apartment, they don't just leave abruptly in the morning while you are passed out asleep and not let you know anything, do they?
Do they?
Very interesting...
All his things are gone from my room, except for a t shirt and a pair of shorts of his that are neatly folded and stacked one on top of the other and left on top of a large box.
There was no note saying "Hey, something came up had to run home..." nothing.
Given all the gloating I have been doing about guys from my past coming after me, this definitely takes my ego down a notch, albeit only a little bit. I mean, usually when you are staying the night with someone you are dating and they are at your apartment, they don't just leave abruptly in the morning while you are passed out asleep and not let you know anything, do they?
Do they?
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Whaaaaaa?
Yesterday was the strangest day I have had in a while. Here's an email exchange I had:
Awesome
Reply
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ummmm.... still don't know. a few months is a long time to keep a memory for someone you only met once.
Now?
I'm starting to be offended.
We tried to meet some time ago. But never did. :(
Sent from my iPhone
Vaguely.... I think it's funny that you're offended. Not really much I can do about that. I meet lots of people and if they don't keep in contact with me, I forget them. It's not a big deal.
Awesome
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| show details 3:43 PM (16 hours ago) |
So.... What's so awesome??
Xx
Sent from my iPhone
Xx
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| Reply | Forward | Invite Joe to chat |
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| show details 3:54 PM (16 hours ago) |
1 you have an iphone? color me jealous.
2 how many damn emails do you have?
2 how many damn emails do you have?
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| show details 4:03 PM (16 hours ago) |
A few emails. Are u sure who I am...
iPhone is fun.
What's awesome?
And How was ur performance?
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| show details 4:06 PM (16 hours ago) |
so maybe i don't know who this is, although i am pretty sure i know who this is, i DO know a bunch of joe's. which joe are you?
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On Wed, Jun 2, 2010 at 4:19 PM, Joe wrote:
Hmmmm.
Been to - name withheld - a few times. We met there. I work in hospital.....
Rembember now?
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| show details 4:21 PM (16 hours ago) |
nope, i don't remember, sorry. What do you do in the hospital?
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| show details 4:38 PM (15 hours ago) |
Omg. Really. I'm short, muscular, brown hair. Was at party a few months ago. We met there.
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| show details 4:39 PM (15 hours ago) |
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| show details 4:42 PM (15 hours ago) |
I'm starting to be offended.
We tried to meet some time ago. But never did. :(
Sent from my iPhone
(Joe has attached a picture to jog my memory)
| show details 4:45 PM (15 hours ago) |
| show details 4:52 PM (15 hours ago) |
Ok.
So tell - what's awesome. I didn't respond. The day get's better...
When I was at work a call came through from a number I didn't recognize, and I received the following voicemail:
"Hey Mela this is Rob I don't know if you remember me um... I guess we met... it was probably um.. over a year ago now.. but um... I was just curious to see... if you ever wanted to hang out again. Definitely had a lot of fun the last time we hung out... so um been a while I was just curious to see if you were ever up for hanging out again. So give me a call back, I don't know if my number showed up so I will give it to you, it's 646-77x-xxx and uh hope to hear from you... hope all is well."
What the hell?!
I have the message saved on my voicemail for anyone who doesn't believe me... you can listen to it yourself.
I LOVE MY LIFE!!
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