After leaving a particularly depressing job interview last month, I found myself waiting on a deserted subway platform when a particularly destitute-looking homeless man approached me and mumbled a request. I admit I didn't hear him; I just assumed he was asking for change and politely said, "Sorry." He responded by continuing to mumble. Suddenly, he produced a wad of meticulously rolled cash from his pocket and offered it to me just as my train arrived. As I got on, I finally made out his words: "Don't worry, you don't have to kiss me." À la Indecent Proposal, I may have passed up a chance to sleep with a millionaire.

Raven Snook is a freelance writer and editor. She has contributed arts-related articles to numerous publications including Time Out NY, New York Post, The Village Voice, IN New York, Citysearch.com and AOL Digital City.