Honey Train

So my NY girlfriends (they really do need a nickname, but Bitches is already taken)...think it is very very unusual that I meet men on the train. I attribute it to the fact that it's a longish ride out to Astoria. They're thinking it's because i'm new to the city and haven't become a "jaded, hard-assed New York bitch yet". Maybe it's just because, unlike everyone else, I'm mostly enterained by peoplewatching and not by reading or listening to an iPod. Boy Roommate thinks it's bizarre that these guys ask for my email and that I give it out (well, only twice) but come on! It's just fucking email. What are they gonna do? Anyway, one of the guys actually did email me (Franco the amusing thirtysomething Italian and LA transplant who had just purchased a Scarface action figure when I met him and was so elated that he had to show it off to me) and we might, just might go have a casual drink at the Beer Garden (he lives just one stop away from mine).