A day in the life of the mad Dater



For those who don’t know I live in New York City, yes, the Big Apple or as I like to refer to it the Big Rotten Apple. I am among the thousands of commuters who have the misfortune to be crammed into public trains that are sometimes dirty, smelly, loud and did I mention packed.

Anyway, lots of interesting events occur during these trips. We have subways dancers who endanger themselves and the passengers when they use the trains as their personal stage. The panhandlers who entertain riders with a daily monologue of how unfortunate their life is , and if we give them money this would make their life better for one day. The most interesting interactions are the conversations people have, once such conversation turned into a heated debate between two passengers about women  and clothing.

The argument started like this:

p1. Why do women wear such sleazy clothes?

p2. Women should wear whatever they want.

p1. Not at the expense of insulting my eyes.

p2. What?

p1. Its not what they wear , its how they wear certain items of clothing. I think some women are nasty and have no respect for themselves or their bodies. Warmer weather is no excuses for females to expose parts of their bodies that should be covered. Its a matter of class.

p2. Again, I repeat, women should wear what they want.

p1. Do you notice its the fattest females who squeeze themselves into the smallest outfits, they should look in the mirror.

p2. Maybe they don’t have one ( laugh) skinny women are no better, they feel because they have a smaller  frame they should wear the shortest and tightest clothes.

p1. True, but at least they don’t have multiple rolls of fat coming through their clothes like big girls. I am just saying women should dress appropriate.

p2. Got to go this is my stop. Later.

What say you?