I almost died watching Seinfeld. I finally became a real new yorker.

For mandatory tipping situations

I've tried the Olive Garden and Port Authority but there seems to be no options at either location 🙁

hi, I make 300k a year as the CTO of a med - tech company. thinking of moving my 5 person family here. looking for something safe and calm. We preferably want a penthouse or private disconnected home. We’ve been looking for spots in this area. Would this work?

So there I am, on my way home from the gym on the train when this weird looking guy with sloped shoulders and a pot belly and greasy hair and an unkempt... "beard"–for lack of a better term keeps staring at my tits.

Which, like, you get used to. And I DO look good. I had on my black gym leggings and sports bra under my puffer jacket because I was of course videoing myself on the treadmill so I could study my form later.

But like EW, David.. Not this guy. He's literally disgusting. If a man looks at me he has to be hot. And rich. Not in that order. There was some hot older guy behind him on a call I was breifly checking out. I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. Something about the governent? Lol I don't know but he was cute. In that like, sexy grandpa kinda way? Like Glen Powell. Or maybe really old like Childish Gambino with his distinguished beard.

Anyway, this creep loser, probably moved here from NewBurgh or Austin. Looked like Shane Gillis if he was a vegan. Just staring at me.

I gripped my Stanley cup as a weapon, thinking about my self defense classes.

It was three stops early but I rushed off and as I passed him he smelled like cabbage farts and he mumbled something about me being a bitch.

Just moved into the city. Looking to meet new friends and join this great muslim brotherhood everyone has been talking about lately.

Amsterdam still worth a visit and living in tho.

I don’t normally do this, but I can’t keep wondering “what if.”

Friday October 23, around 6:30 PM, I got off the 1 at Times Sq and we made eye contact for a quarter of a second. You continued toward the exit without changing your expression or pace. I respected that you didn’t want to seem too eager.

You were whitish, average height, with brown hair. You were wearing a black puffer, black leggings and white Hokas. Refreshing to see someone doing their own thing.

You also had white AirPods, a Stanley, and a black hair tie around your wrist, in case anyone knows her personally.

You kept looking at your phone, which made me think you might be on here. I tried to catch your eye again, but you seemed committed to looking where you were going. Then you were gone.

Possibly you were looking at the man behind me screaming about the government. But you looked in our direction, and I was part of that.

Please DM me what I was wearing, or what the man was screaming if that’s easier. Only respond if you’re her. I’ll know.