Last week, someone wished me a “Happy New Year!”.
That’s right. On June 19, I was happy-new-yeared by a man in the Metro who apparently was unaware that we’re merely weeks away from being closer to 2009 than 2007.
In his defense, the man was a bum. Literally. He was homeless. Standing near the Ballston Metro escalator, he awkwardly held out a paper cup and asked commuters for 40 cents, a pretty specific amount considering it might be tough to find someone with exactly a quarter, a dime, and a nickel. I dug into my pockets, fished out four bits, and handed them to him.
He didn’t say “God bless” (the most common grateful bum’s mantra) or “Thank you”. He said, “Happy New Year” and went back to begging.
It could have been worse. It has been worse.
While standing outside Cue Bar once at a blogger happy hour with some friends, a homeless man approached our group and asked for cigarettes and money. I had seen him the week before at Cue Bar (I love that place) and jokingly said, “Remember me?”
He took this affectionate phrase as a sign of amity I wasn’t aware existed between us. He looked at me, said, “Oh yeah! How you doing?”, and proceeded to lean into my neck and kiss it.
That’s right. He kissed…my neck.
Some advice, people. Recoiling in disgust at a strange man trying to kiss your neck does not, apparently, prevent said man from kissing your neck. I have blocked out most of what happened that moment save for remembering this girl doing her best not to crack up at my predicament.
In his defense, he was a good kisser and if I had been into men with mailing addresses, things might have turned out differently for Neck Kisser and I.
I just wish he could have wished me a “Happy New Year” instead.
Oh no. No no no no no no no. No.
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That’s what was going through my head during and after the kiss.
Homeless men need sugar, too. Who are you to deny him?
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Apparently, I’m the one who doesn’t deny them.
In Durham, NC, I on several occasions encountered a homeless gentleman whom I later learned was well known as “$5 Man”. He would approach you on the street and ask you for $5. When you said, “Hell no”, he would say, “OK, how ’bout a dollar then?” Actually, pretty clever. After hitting you up for $5, a dollar doesn’t seem like so much. Apparently it worked quite well for him.
He never kissed me, though.
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That is clever, but failing to plant a smooch on you is just inconsiderate.
Most people do not even like eye contact from the homeless, much less moments of intimacy with them.
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Some people, however, like to get impregnated by them.
From what I remember that man had quite a memorable smell as well. A blend of urine, cigarettes, sweat, armpits and alcohol.
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Yup. He was definitely the whole package.
Who’s to say this guy wasn’t starting his New Year on June 20th?
I think you’re being too judgmental my friend.
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Could be, wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been told that.
But it reminds me of what my econ teacher in H.S. said to students who were late for class: “Uh, son, are you late for today or early for tomorrow?”
Eeeeeeepppp… did he nuzzle you too?
He might have. I’m quite the catch.
my first day in nyc, a homeless guy and i were standing near each other on the subway platform. he turned around. walked toward me, pushed me, and then kept walking. there were dozens of people around us, but plenty of room for him to walk.
it’s a mystery to me this day. but i don’t doubt the seductive powers of your neckitude.
neckitude, n.: A neck with attitude.
My 2 cents (of 40 requested): Draw the line at spooning.
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What if he was gentle?
I saw a piece on CBS Sunday Morning about these the other day: http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2008/05/13/MNR110L13S.DTL
I may be a cold, heartless bastard, but somehow I just can’t trust a dude to properly manage money I give him (i.e. buy food, not alcohol) when he couldn’t manage whatever money he’s received in the past. I sincerely hope this project does some good, because witnessing the number of homeless in our nation’s Capitol is very sad.
It’s not about trusting them to handle the money we give him, as if we still own that loose change once we hand it over. A lot of these guys are mentally ill and just need some money to get them through one more day.
So they can kiss me.
It’s not about trusting them to handle the money we give him, as if we still own that loose change once we hand it over. A lot of these guys are mentally ill and just need some money to get them through one more day.
So they can kiss me.
I chose the wrong word in using “trust”, but should we really have mentally ill people wandering around in or near traffic? I see it all the time in Virginia. I’d rather see that panhandling money get sent to a shelter that can give them the proper care they need and get them off the street. That way they won’t get hit by a car and be permanently forgotten about. I understand your argument, I just disagree with it. By giving a beggar money, you’re simply perpetuating the cycle. Go buy them some food if you really care about their well-being.
I understand your thinking, I just believe that we don’t know (and 99% of us never will) what it’s like to walk a mile in their shoes.
I know that if I were on the street, you’re god damn right I’m going to beg for money so I can buy some booze. We use our money on booze, after all, except when we do it, it’s under socially accepted conditions.
Usually.
The resident beggar in my small college town was a staple that the students fondly dubbed, “Spare Change,” an apt description, seeing as it was all he ever said. He’s so famous around the town, someone even made him a facebook page.
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Can you find the Facebook page and post it?
Maybe he wasn’t aware of the leap month in the Hebrew calendar and thought Rosh Hashana was just a few days away.
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Give the bum a break. He was probably just appreciating your manly neck.
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I especially love that he’s listed as “UNC Staff”… Ah, Spare Change, how I miss you. The bums in Adams Morgan just don’t even compare.
http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=2713250&hiq=change%2Cspare
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