Aggressive “homeless” women in Harlem

I said I would write a blog post about the aggressive “homeless” women that I encountered in Harlem on a double date a few weeks ago.  I’m putting “homeless” in quotes because it is questionable whether these women asking for change and looking homeless are actually homeless.  Many of them are simply drug addicts or hustlers.  A few examples:

  1. Young homeless-looking guy on the subway with a thin dog, asking for food and money.  I told the guy that we could get off at the next stop, I would buy him some groceries, and I would buy some dog food for his dog.  He told me “No.”  Clearly this young man was a drug addict, because why would a legitimately hungry person turn down free food?  He just wanted money, not food, so he could buy drugs.
  2. Man singing on the subway platform.  I give him $2.  He pulls out a fat wad of cash, and tucks my measly $2 inside.  He had more money in his pocket than I had in my purse, bank account, and Paypal account.
  3. Woman in a wheelchair, seemingly with no legs, asking for money.  Nearly every day, people chat with the paraplegic and give her money.  Then she is spotted strolling down the street on two legs.  She had her legs bent under her in the wheelchair.  Scam artist.

I could go on and on, and I’m sure many of you have stories too.  It’s part of the reason why some people never give money at all.  But this post is about the ridiculous, aggressive “homeless” women that I encountered a few weeks ago.  I was on a double date at Red Rooster, sitting on the outdoor patio.  Two aggressive “homeless” women had the nerve to walk up to our table while we were eating and ask for money!  Rude and very annoying.  Even worse, both times they got paid!  Clearly neither my date or I gave these women money, but the couple we were with paid them (smh).  THEN, my date and I walked up the block to a bar and one of the women approached us AGAIN and asked for money.  We told her “No,” but she followed us to the bar begging for money.  She got nothing.  We leave the bar, and who is still outside but this same woman!  She proceeds to beg for money and follow us as we walk up the street to a lounge.  Here’s what REALLY got me hot, though…

When she saw we weren’t going to pay her, she started walking next to my date and saying “It’s my birthday, buy me a drink.  It’s my birthday, buy me a drink” repeatedly.  I leaned in front of him to look at her, and said “The only person he’s going to be buying a drink, is me.”  I could not believe her gall!!  Unbelievably rude, disrespectful, and bold “homeless” women were really testing me that night.  😡  Leave me a comment with your stories of being bamboozled or aggressively approached by the “homeless.”

Fake Housewife

I have a male roommate who works a 9 to 5.  I am self-employed/sometimes part-time employed, meaning I am home a lot and have a flexible schedule.  Therefore I have taken on the domestic responsibilities: grocery shopping, cooking, cleaning, picking up the dry cleaning, etc.  I used to think housewives were just women who lacked career ambition.  Then I envied them for not having to sit in a cubicle all day.  Now, I recognize that the housewife part is easy; it’s their kids that make life hard.  Being a housewife is cool when there are no kids involved.  I make sure my fake housewife duties are done or nearly done by the time he gets home from work, so it doesn’t seem like I’ve done nothing but watch LMN and surf the web all day (ha).  I give him space to watch his favorite TV shows, have friends over, or just spend time alone.  Not a bad setup we have.

But it feels like a bad marriage sometimes.  There is no sex, love, or affection.  We also argue like a couple, get on each other’s nerves, and sometimes ignore each other for days.  And like a bad marriage, you consider getting out.  Sometimes I feel like I’m walking on pins and needles around him, not wanting to rock the boat and get thrown out on the streets.  Money = Power, and the Leo in me is having a hard time accepting my submissive position.  BUT, he believes in my entertainment dreams, and gives me the freedom to pursue them.  After I hit the Mega Millions jackpot, I will frolic about, doing as I please, without the burden of a 9-5 or the subjugation of fake housewifery.  Please leave a comment with the winning numbers 🙂

A guy I’m seeing told me I’d make a great wife.  That felt good.  Being a fake housewife has increased my patience, decreased my fear of commitment, gotten me more used to the gross and annoying things that men do (not cleaning up after themselves, farting, being inconsiderate, etc.), and yes, I feel more a little more prepared for an eventual (I hope) walk down the aisle.  Not sure how much longer this arrangement will last, but I’m happy to have the experience.  Shout out to my roomie 🙂