February 15th, 2011:

Start a Love Train!

Yesterday being Valentine’s Day, you may have noticed that the ONEin3 team didn’t do much pink/red/heart-shaped anything for you.  Well, we don’t want to move too fast.  But now that we’re past all the mushy love stuff, I think this is worth a look.

Yesterday, @TransitMatters shared the most adorable link via tweet:  love seats!  On buses!

Alright, so it wasn’t that adorable.  In May, a Danish transport company introduced a brief test run of red-upholstered designated “love seats” on more than 100 buses  to encourage flirtation and romance among the city’s passengers.  Sitting in a “love seat” opens you up to more interaction with your fellow passengers, whether you’re married or single, looking or not.

A two-week test to see if people are interested in sitting in seats designated “flirt-friendly” isn’t exactly Casablanca.  More Strangers on a Train.  But if you’ve ridden the Red Line lately and seen the guy who lectures riders on how we need to speak to each other, maybe you’re interested.  (If you’ve heard him serenade riders with the Backstreet Boys, you’re probably seriously considering alternatives.)

But can we find friendship and romance on the T?  Semi-unrelated story: shortly after I first moved to Boston in 2005, I rode on a T with a couple who claimed they’d met on the Red Line, gotten engaged on a Braintree train, took wedding photos on a train, and then were naming their kids after T stops.  Since then, I can’t hear station names and not picture some poor child starting kindergarten with a name like Wollaston Alewife Smith. But I digress.

I couldn’t find any follow-up to last May’s Danish endeavor, but I’m still wondering how well something like that would work in Boston.  Could we shake our reputation for unfriendliness if we gave people who like to chat an opportunity to come together?  I mean, #mbta leads me to believe you’re all spending 40% of your day sitting on trains, so why not make it worth your while?

I know we’d all rather the MBTA focus its attention on more efficient service, but what if we could designate certain parts of trains as Meet & Greet trains?  Or put in a few love seats?  We’ve been packed into ol’ Big Red like sardines and I haven’t heard many matchmaking stories there, so I don’t see why we can’t make our own moves.  Let’s say during non-rush hours, first car of every train is a Meet & Greet Car.  I don’t care, call it what you want.  Would that encourage more interaction between Bostonians?

Tell us what you think.  Will friendly faces and good conversation make you like your transit more?  Would love seats or conversation cars make you more likely to engage with others?  Will anything make you stop hate-tweeting @MBTAGM?  We need answers.

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Roommates: The Horror, The Horror (Tell Us Your Stories)

Roommates are a fact of daily life for ONEin3ers. Almost 3/4 of us rent, and a good chunk of that live with other young people.

I’ve had my share of roommates over the years, although none through Craig’s List. It’s been a mostly great ride and I’ve come away with some close friends.

BUT, I also have some epic stories of lost clothes, early morning kitchen noises, late night loudness, slurpy eating and much more.

Tomorrow I’ll be writing about some of the more substantive aspects of renting, but for now I thought I’d tell you a tale of woe from my roommate past.

Leave your tales of woe in the comments.

At a time in the not too distant past, I had a roommate whom I will call Stan. Stan was taller and bigger than me. My clothes did not fit him. But Stan had a problem: he just couldn’t manage to get his clothes to and from the laundromat or dry cleaner.

Stan was always running out of stuff to wear to work. Naturally his solution was to raid my closet or our other roommate’s. I used to come home on a regular basis to find shirts that had been clean earlier in the day hanging in the closet with the sleeves rolled up. I mean, Stan, really?

So one Friday morning in the Spring I had literally one clean shirt left and I double checked it before I took a shower because I was worried about it. “Ok, there’s my white shirt and gray pants combo. I’m good to go.”

I went downstairs, took a shower, ate some breakfast and returned to find that my white shirt and gray pants were gone. I raged. I threw things. I went in my dirty laundry and ironed a dirty shirt and wore it to work. I thought about what I would say all day, ready to pounce the second Stan walked in the door.

But when I walked in the door (out of a driving rain storm), Stan was there looking fresh as a daisy with an outfit entirely owned by him. I thought I was losing my mind. I said nothing.

Months passed and Stan moved out. That fall, we decided it was time to clean out the downstairs closet. Guess what we found!

Deep in the back in a moldy old Whole Foods grocery bag were my gray pants and white shirt. They were hopelessly wrinkled and covered in black mold.

It seems Stan got soaked in that rainstorm and managed to stuff my clothes in the bag all wet before I got home.

There’s my story and believe me, there are more where that came from.

Now let’s hear yours!

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Election Day!

After today we’ll stop harassing you, but it’s ELECTION DAY in the District 7 City Council race!

If you live in District 7, get out there and vote.

Find your Polling Station

Read about the candidates:

Also on the Ballot:

  • Danielle Renee Williams
  • Althea Garrison

Good luck to the candidates!

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