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Friday, July 09, 2004

(Sub)urban landscapes, vol 1 and 2:

Chilling on the metro platform, wearing an RCS shirt, when lanky guy sidles up alongside: What house were you in?
huh? wha- how did you know? ...ohh. winthrop. (he was lev '02)
but that is perhaps the first documented time I've been pegged for older than I am...

Sitting on a crowded orange line train, guy asks if he can snag the empty seat next to me.
sure.
asks me what I am, and please don't take offense.
irish dominican/spanish/italian. black? nope. do I identify white? I guess..especially where I'm from...racially white, ethnically sort of hispanic.
where are you from? um, Boston.
you only date hispanic guys?
ha.
white guys? no black guys?
I would date anyone if I knew them-
would I go on a date with him? ("this is how people get to know each other, on trains")
um...I'm leaving for Argentina soon.
are you seeing someone there?
no...and nice to meet you, I have to grab the red line now...
I'm sorry for embarassing you.


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