Speak Now: Meeting People in Boston

I’ve been in love with the city of Boston since I first took the train in on a Monday morning back in December 2016. For some reason, I always instinctively knew I would like Boston. When I was little, I remember thinking “Boston would be a good idea.” Sure, I’m intuitive, but it did take the influence of a mailman from Massachusetts to give me the confidence to make the move.

I was attracted to the beauty of the city, the New England vibe, and of course, the coast. A perfect mix of city and nature, Boston seemed like just the city for me.

I was right- it is. However, I have always had one major complaint:

Men don’t talk to you.

This is a far cry from what I’m used to in New York City. I couldn’t even step out for my Lenny’s Bagel in the morning without a catcall or a smile from a stranger. Here, I’m lucky to have someone even turn their head or look me in the eye.

I’ve dated a handful of guys who are from other cities and even countries, so they don’t count. They’re from elsewhere. However, the people I have met from Boston are either:

  • Married
  • Pompous
  • So into Boston sports that they don’t know women exist

This cycle has to be broken at some point. Right? Is it really them, or has it been me being closed off? One can’t be sure.

However, it would be nice to have someone smile at me on the street or sit by me in the park- someone who actually lives here- and have a nice conversation. Right? I don’t think that’s too much to ask.

I met endless guys when I lived in New York, but it just wasn’t the place for me at that time. I also had yet to learn and acknowledge who I really was. Now, that I’ve done nearly two years of introspection, I’m ready to meet someone who appreciates me for me.

So, this is my open letter to Boston. Speak now, because I promise, it’s better than being closed off… and I know that first hand.

About Kristin Fehrman

Live beautifully.
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