Before I start blabbing on, I’ll introduce myself. Let me be upfront in saying that I wasn’t born a city girl. I grew up in Southwest Virginia in a small rural town of just 7,000 people, a country girl at heart. I’ve moved around since then and have lived abroad in Germany and France. I explored the southwestern United States while going to school and living in Phoenix, AZ.
Now that I’ve explained my life story, let’s get to the point. I moved to NYC just over a year ago and have been living in Bushwick, aka hipsterland. As a young woman, guys have always hit on me, wherever I lived, just like they hit on most anything that moves. However, here in the big apple, it’s a whole new ball game.
I’m a modern dancer. Of course this isn’t how I pay my ridiculously high rent, no, to do that I’m a nanny. Living the dream as some might say, but mostly just trying to do what I love and afford to live simultaneously. Dance is always a subject of much confusion when I reveal to guys that that’s what I love. “What is modern dance exactly?” and “Are you a stripper?” are probably the two most common questions of forced conversation.
I like to go out and have a good time, just like the next person, maybe even more than the next person. I mean, who moves to NYC and is all, “I want to stay in for a nice cup of tea on this lovely Saturday night”? That being said, drinking and getting hit on, generally go hand in hand. You do get the occasional train flirtation, or daytime weirdo, but the bulk of unasked for attention happens in a bar setting, while alcohol is flowing.
I had a friend staying with me after I had been living in Bushwick for about 9 months. The friend in question is beautiful, a model. She came home one day and asked me if it was normal to get accosted, whistled or hollered at and just generally annoyed on the way to the train. Yes, was my immediate response.
Although usually annoying, it can also be hilarious, which is why I have chosen to share my stories with you.