Men Every Big Girl Will Meet: The Taxi Cab Driver

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Kenzie and I have been friends since we moved to New York City for college. During our sophomore year we were able to score fake IDs from older girls who looked like us and we decided to test them out by bar hopping on the Upper West Side. Kenzies long blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and amazing body had caught the eye of a bartender at Mod, an upper west side bar with a 1970′s theme. With attention from the bartender came free drinks for the both of us. Shots… martinis… shots… martinis, all night.

We stumbled out of the bar laughing and holding onto each other for balance. “What’s happening? I’ve never been this drunk in my life!” I yelled. Kenzie and I lived in dorms that were six blocks apart and I came up with the idea that it would be safer to take a bus uptown instead of the train. We carefully made our way to 79th street where we leaned against the bus stop and waited. We’d been there for about 15 minutes when a yellow cab sped by, slammed on its breaks and then went in reverse until it was right in front of us. I froze as the cab driver rolled down his window.

“Where are you ladies going?” he asked.

Kenzie and I looked at each other, “We’re going uptown,” I said reluctantly.

“I’ll take you!” the cab driver said, unlocking the doors.

“Nooo nooo, its okay,” I said. Then I whispered into his window, “We don’t have any caaaash.”

“Don’t worry about it baby.”

Kenzie and I exchanged glances. I knew the decision was mine, so I quickly rationalized in my head that 1.) we’d been waiting on the bus for a long time… and 2.) if Kenzie had locked down free drinks for us all night, the least I could do was get us a free cab ride home.

We hopped in. The driver asked me where I was from, why I was living in New York and how long I had been here. I answered his questions as we rode uptown. I lived on 113th and Kenzie lived on 119th, so I should have been dropped off first, but the cab driver sped past my dorm as he continued to ask me questions. He pulled in front of Kenzies dorm and before she got out, she looked me in the eyes, “callmeassoonas yougethome,” she mumbled.

We waited until she was safely inside of her building and then he turned around to face me in the back seat. “Do you want to come sit up here with me?” he asked.

“Um… I’m fine back here.”

“No problem,” he turned back around and drove me to my intersection (I wouldn’t tell him where my exact building was) in silence. “Thanks for the ride,” I said as I reached to open my door and jump out.

“Wait,” he turned around in his seat again. “I– I think you’re a very beautiful woman. I work a lot and I don’t have time to meet people but, I’m looking for someone… a companion. I would like to see you again. Can I call you?”

I didn’t know what to say. I told him that I would take his number and said that I would call. Of course, I didn’t. He was sweet, but I wasn’t interested.

I swear this has happened more times than I can count. There was a super hot town car driver in Harlem who never asked me out, but insisted that I call him whenever I needed a ride. I spent the summer of 2008 with my own personal chauffeur… it was crazy.

Oh! and remember the Dating Driveby? He was a cab driver too!

Anyway, I’m sure the foreign/cultural thing has something to do with it, because most drivers are men of color. But would say on average I get one free cab ride per year. Sometimes I’m waiting for a bus and they offer to take me. Sometimes I go to hand them cash at the end of my trip and they say “don’t worry about it”. It’s usually harmless and I’ve never felt uncomfortable. I know a chubby girl who’s been living with her boyfriend for three years and she met him while riding in the back of his cab, so as I said before, I know I’m not the only PSP that this is happening to….

Of course the whole Taxi Cab phenomenon is more relevant to Big City PSP’s but, if you’ve had similar experiences please chime in!

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  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/01016766408943064599 Beth @ Kitchen Minions

    oh bummer, I've never gotten a free cab ride! Funny stories though!

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/08118166101258845293 Kemi

    I've never gotten free taxis either, but whenever I'm visiting in the city I take the subway.
    But now that I think about it when me and a friend were on our cruise last year, we ported in mexico, we did get a few free taxi rides, except our drivers were not sweet! LOL

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/03888637069084794227 Becca Christensen

    In Tampa we drive ourselves, so Taxi's aren't really a thing here (especially for girls like me who prefer not to drink). But in college I got free stuff all the time. Probably because back then, I always showed a little too much cleavage. But it ranged from getting my computer fixed for free, to getting my printing in a lab done free, to free meals, or VIP status's. Hey, might as well. : ] Good stories.

    Love,
    B

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/17653772424879574613 Krista

    That's one experience I haven't had, living in a city where you regularly take taxis. I think I've spent the most taxi time in Vegas, and you don't get free taxi rides in Vegas. But the smart drivers know that when you say, "pull over NOW" it's important for the sake of their upholstery that they do so. Not that, um, that has ever happened to me. Ahem.

  • http://twitter.com/singlegirlie singlegirlie

    Very interesting phenomenon. You get the drinks, I'll get the cab! Cute story.

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/13082519518524749450 Plentymorefishoutofwater

    Why do things like this never happen to me, eh? Ha, funny post. I saw you on F'ing in Brooklyn's blogroll so thought I'd pop by. Glad I did.
    *Catch up with my dating disasters at plentymorefishoutofwater*

  • http://www.blogger.com/profile/11197687568203357210 kristen

    last year for me was the year of the cab driver, with about 4 or 5 of them hitting on me on my way home. i didn't think it was related to my size, just thought they would try for the girl who went home alone from the bars who actually responded to their questions. it has gotten me into a couple of awkward situations, but i never got a free ride out of all the ordeals though i wish tried after hearing your story.

  • Queen72

    Omg… this is sooo true! I am also a PSP and the taxicab drivers are always after me! I was in a relationship with one from Nigeria for over a year! He was a very cool guy! I met him on my way home from school at a train station in Philadelphia. Similar to your experience, my ride was free as well! We met on a Friday and we went out on our first date on that Sunday. I have also dated other taxicab drivers and some of them are great friends of mine. I always get approached by foreign men especially African and Jamaican. SOME are very sweet people! Majority of my relationsips have been with foreign men!

  • http://twitter.com/girltrueheart girltrueheart

    I had to track back to this post after last night in the city. I got into a cab on West 26th and the guy was gorgeous with a West London accent. And he was really chatty, he's only been a driver for a month. So he asked me if I lived in the city and I explained I was just in for a party and I told him it was a pajama party. When it came time to pay and get out, he said if I showed him my pajamas, he'd give me a discount. LOL So I got out and showed him (it was a babydoll) and he said I didn't have to pay at all. Too funny. I still tipped him because he gave me quite a smile.

  • Pat Oates

    I drive cab and have given girls free rides before
    I am trying to meet someone for a relationship

    I live in Kingston, Ontario

  • B

    I just found your blog and am reading through the archives. I experienced the free cab ride scenerio during a recent visit to Miami. The driver was Cuban and when he dropped me off I went to hand him money and he said, “Don’t worry about it.” I left thinking: I LOVE MIAMI! Hahaha.