The Cab Driver It was around noon, I'd woken up at 10AM, and despite the two hours that had passed, I was still in my friend's pajama pants. There was no way I was going to put on my black pencil skirt and suede booties on Saturday morning and cab it back to my place. No, I decided to take the classier route and just not get ready at all. So I excited the building, new table I'd found in the garbage in hand and I hailed a cab. The mustard Ford pulled up in front on me, I tossed my furniture inside along with my disheveled, pajamaed form. "Somewhere on Bleecker St." I said, and I looked out the window to see more awake people walking hand in hand on the beautiful October day. My Cabbie was on the phone, speaking some language I couldn't understand. He got off the phone. "How is your day?" He asked. "So far, so good." "Do you have a husband, boyfriend? Oh, god- I thought. "Boyfriend." I lied. "Lucky guy. Where are you from?" "I'm from where you're taking me." "New York City is a crazy place." "Yeah, but I call it home. How about you?" "India." He said. "Have you ever had a fuck buddy? You should take my number." Jesus Christ, are we there yet?- "No, I don't think my boyfriend would really like that." Should I bother to walk it?'- "How long have you been together?" "Uh-" Searching. "About 6 months." "Oh, not so long. You should take my number in case you guys break up." "No man, I think I'm good." We were circling the park, so close. "You know I see it everyday, married couples, they have mistresses. They get bored. You don't think you'll get bored with the same person" Now he wanted to get into a relationship conversation. "Well I don't think it's a problem with boredom, I think it's a matter of finding the right person." "I always get bored." He said without even thinking about my response. "So what, there's no nice Indian girls you want?" I asked. "No," he grinned, "just a fuck buddy." We were pulling up to my block. "Right up here, on the right." I pulled out my credit card. I swiped. I tipped. And with my hand on the door handle, "Well, I hope you find a nice girl so you don't think we're all boring." I opened the car door, lugged my table out and as I turned he chuckled and said, "I'm never going to change." The table was unstable.