Boston, and the english language--ahh, home again. Something one takes for granted is the ability to speak and understand everyone around you. I miss this so much in Germany it hurts--one cannot just meet random people when you speak the native language like a 2 year old. So, the Boston Subway was my treat to meet random people and enjoy sparking up random conversations with complete strangers:
Sarah and Jessica--two young girls from New York who asked me to take their picture on the Subway. I translated this to mean they were wildly attracted to me and wanted to hear everything about me. So I did. They were in Boston for a trade show about holistic healing and all-natural medicines. My history of working in the pharmaceuticals did not impress them at all, and nonchalantly told me I was the enemy. Ooooh, how I love the uphill battles! So I naturally suggested to them, that their were probably right, and how could I learn more? So they invited me to their trade show, at which they were going to at the next stop of the subway. I had to politely decline, as I was on my way to another social function. But I gave them my card, and told them I wanted to learn more.
Ralph the musician. A young college student sitting next to me started tapping his feet to an unknown tune. Ralph the muscian, was sitting across from this man. Ralph saw the tapping, and decided it was a subway jam session. Ralph started tap dancing, knocking hands against the knees, and making strange beats sounds with his mouth, all while sitting down. This might sounds rather comic, but in truth it was very impressive. He had some rhythms going I cant even describe--I just know talent when I see it--and he made a song right then and there. Turns out Ralph has been a musician in Boston for 30 years--plays about 5 instruments, wears dark sun glasses whereever he goes, and is frustrated with the young muscians of today--saying they have no soul or spirit in there music--just playing to get laid. He plays in a Blue joint and invited me there. I might have to go.
Julie, a petite young asian executive from some company in Baltimore I forget. Very cute and very frantic to catch her plane with her mom. She was asking me the fastest way to the airport-subway or taxi? I acted like I knew and said the subway. I might have been biased, cause, well, I was on the subway. She was in town for her sister's wedding. I asked her if this put pressure on her husband search, as she was single and looking (or I assumed--I saw no wedding ring). She just smiled at the question. But I got her to the airport (I was on the way there too) and she wished me a nice flight.
Taquisha, a BBW native boston, very drunk, very hungry, and very talkative. She told me all the best places in Boston to eat for cheap. She said her 205 pounds of love (her words, not mine) proved it. She was quite hilarious and made me laugh at all her descriptions of the 'succulent slices' and 'lucious lo mein' to be found. It made for an entertaining 1am subway ride.
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you have a knack for talking to people that you don`t kno. I have tried that too, how else are you going to kno people if you don`t try and ask people what you need to kno...Amen to that. How do you go up to a wwll Vet and ask him about the war he was in...what do you say? clue me in...
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