Everyone Loves a Boston Girl

Scene on the Red Line last Wednesday afternoon:

K-Fed-ish looking man in his late-20s sitting with a friend, both reading newspapers. A little boy, about 5 or 6 years old sits in between them. The boy is talking loudly, jumping up and down, trying to get their attention. They ignore him and continue their reading, glancing up every once in a while to yell at him to sit down.

Little boy, seemingly frustrated that nobody is paying attention to him, starts dancing while holding on to one of the metal poles on the T.

K-Fed Dad looks up and says: Hey! Stop dancing like a strippah. (That’s stripper for those of you without Boston accents)

Friend of K-Fed: HA! He does look like a strippah.

K-Fed Dad: Yeah, but a bad strippah! He’s not even any good at it.

Friend of K-Fed: You won’t be making any money if you’re dancing like that. Stippahs that dance like you don’t make any money.

K-Fed Dad: You’s going to be a strippah on welfare!

Little boy just giggles and continue dancing, not having a clue what they’re saying.

This just felt sooo wrong to me. I sat and pretended not to listen, while sharing disgusted looks with the man next to me. Bottom line: K-Feds shouldn’t be dads. But then again, who knows what kind of Britney was waiting for them at home.

Looking for a Boston boy? Using an online dating service doesn’t have the same stigma that it used to. You can find love online, you really can.