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I don’t think the woman on AMity is really mean. Just doesn’t like it when people are trying to peek into windows.
Amity means peaceful harmony after all.
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How come Asian cultures, even American Asians don’t hit on/pick-up/talk to women on the trains/clubs/random locales. I have seen about every other culture/race do that but not Asians for some reason? Is that out of respect? cultural thing? overall insecurity?
BSD, I hear it all the time, too, though I’m only a couple of blocks from the water. Then again, growing up in CT, I used to hear the same thing, and we lived a good 20-minute drive from Long Island Sound. So maybe I’m just hearing things. Or hallucinating.
I don’t think the woman on AMity is really mean. Just doesn’t like it when people are trying to peek into windows.
Amity means peaceful harmony after all.
I’ve never paid for sax.
Posted by: Biff Champion at March 12, 2010 12:25 PM
In the end, you always pay for sex.
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How come Asian cultures, even American Asians don’t hit on/pick-up/talk to women on the trains/clubs/random locales. I have seen about every other culture/race do that but not Asians for some reason? Is that out of respect? cultural thing? overall insecurity?
cuz it’s tacky and low-class perhaps?
*rob*
“I’ve never paid for sax.”
But you pay for dinner, and drinks, and jewlery, and so on and so on…. and only then she happens to play the sax.
BSD, I hear it all the time, too, though I’m only a couple of blocks from the water. Then again, growing up in CT, I used to hear the same thing, and we lived a good 20-minute drive from Long Island Sound. So maybe I’m just hearing things. Or hallucinating.
“And I gave a few bucks (maybe $5) to a sax / base duo in front of Fanuil Hall in 2002.”
Sounds like they were all very competent entertainers.
“On the other hand I could be doing worse things”
And do.
there’s a fun video game arcade in chinatown, ET. if they like video games it would be fun. nyc “culture” is highly overrated.
*rob*
Once I gave $5 to a sax player to stop playing on the subway, he was butchering the instrument and my senses.