Today Davey and I went to Les Halles downtown for a yummy birthday lunch. (His birthday was this week.) He tried cassoulet and I made love to their roasted chicken sandwich. It’s more yummy than a chicken sandwich has a right to be. We topped the meal off with a shared creme brulee. Delish.
Then we visited the Lower East Side Tenement Museum, a museum I’ve meant to go to for quite a while. The lefty in me loves learning about the average person’s history. (In Manchester, England there’s a fabulous museum called The People’s Museum that’s dedicated to working class history in England. I loved that too.) Life in the tenements of lower New York was crowded, risky and must’ve been so noisy! Twenty families lived in the tenement building we visited – with three small rooms for each of them. Sometimes six or seven people to an apartment, with inadequate ventilation, little to no natural light and a coal stove to get warm by (in the earlier days, gas later on). I’m thankful that I’ve had the relatively privileged life I’ve had. Considering the health issues I’ve had throughout my life, I’m sure had I been born into a tenement building I’d have died at a young age. That would have been the end of my story,when I got pneumonia in first grade. I’m extremely thankful for my good fortune.
The latest development in my insanely busy dating life is that I had a lesbian respond to my ad on Planet Out since she’s seeking no-strings-attached sex. Oh my! So this week I will meet up with – 1. a guy in an open marriage, 2. the Irish guy I met up with once before, 3. a tattooed lesbian up for sex and 4. I hope I’ll get to see the cute Latina woman I met last week. When it rains it pours! We’ll see how all this pans out. In my extensive online dating experience few things get beyond meeting once or twice. *sigh* You already know where my hopes lie.
0 Responses to “Lesbians and Tenements”