The Drunken Mouse and I were having a discussion the other night, as we do, whilst drinking beers (as we do), about how I have one of those faces that attracts weirdos.
“Is it cuz I’m nice?” I asked him.
“Could be,” he said.
“Is it cuz I’m extra cute?” I asked him.
No fool he: “Could be,” he said.
“The thing is that I tend to think that most people are good, until they prove otherwise,” I said.
He looked at me with shock and horror. “OK, that’s the one way in which you are NOT a native New Yorker,” he told me. “We do NOT assume that people are good. You’re going to have to get over that.”
Considering that I had a 20 minute cab ride the other night with a crazy Romanian driver who informed me that I “looked like a Polish girl he loved once” and definitely thought we were going to meet up for drinks some time, I think the Mouse is right.