Of Boys and Mensch

I know they say that Los Angeles is the City of Sex (or at least Tupak claimed so in his Jr. High school hit "California Love") but I'm starting to see why New York has its own tawdry image. This thought came from one startling, glorifying revelation:

I'm hot in New York.

I'm not going to say that I was exactly at the bottom of the food chain in Oregon, but here I'm some kind of novelty. The ethnic diversity surprisingly doesn't include many fair, (real) blonde women and that seems to strike a carnal chord with the men in this city.

It could be that there are just so many more people here that I can't help but notice them noticing me, but I really think there is something to this multi-racial environment. Black men, Jews, Indian guys, you name it. An Asian man in the subway told me he's in the market for a girlfriend, the Inwood men whisper "que linda" (how pretty) when I walk by and my black bus driver asked me to marry him.

I love this city.