September 14, 2006

• shameless flirtation

  i'm now convinced that it's so easy for rich guys here in the city. it's the third day in a row i'm squatting at the W, ordering a cappucino with wireless on the side (extra sugar). sitting in front of me is a trio talking in really loud voices: two trashy-looking women, and a private-equity-looking guy. it's immediately obvious that they don't actually know each other. the women (one fairly attractive, one not as attractive, but both mid-30's) are beside themselves flirting with the guy...the body language is obvious that even from my vantage point 7 feet away, i'm feeling slightly uncomfortable. i've never seen body language this forward between strangers before. she's putting her hand on his thigh and laughing awkwardly loudly...he's leaning forward to whisper things into her ear, by "she" and "her" i mean both women, actually. no particular order. they then talk about his haircut and both take turns playing with his hair. his arm snakes-no, not snakes, straight-up slips right behind one of the women's shoulders, and she giggles breathlessly like a loose schoolgirl. this is three grown adults in their mid-30's we're talking about here...not hormone-crazed adolescent teens! and it's the lobby of a hotel in bright daylight, not a hotel room!

  within ten minutes they're skirting the topic of lovin'...who does that?! my eavesdropping ears catch a brief phrase: "-sleeping with him for twelve years...no protection-" immediately the conversation jumps to the infamous "man muscle" (a la abercrombie models), you know, that groove that women are so obsessed with:

  

  she says: "ok, so this is you right, you're standing up, your...you know... *GIGGLE* is here. do you have that muscle?? like the hip one?" get this-he actually stands up, and SHOWS them (!!!)

  up the level of discomfort for me, puritanical asian girl (TM). at this point i've moved on...scooting to the opposite side of the lobby, where there isn't this shameless display going on, but the wireless still runs strong. get a room, people. but since you were here first FINE, i'll move. as i leave, the guy lets slip the most surprising phrase of all: "hey, you know, my wife..."

  good god!!!!

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  anyway, on the flipside...after deciding that we're all paying way too much of our salaries on rent, i canceled my appointment at bliss and ventured out into queens today for a haircut. extremely scary, considering i don't actually speak korean, and they don't actually speak english. i desperately pointed at a picture of BoA they had floating around, and they sort of laughed (bad sign), but managed to somehow pull it off. i've decided, koreans are the absolute asian beauty experts of the world, and for cheap!

  the bill: $15!!! where in manhattan would you find those prices for a long-haired haircut? god bless queens...and asian people...

   
       

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