I agreed to go out with a French boy for drinks tomorrow night. After the subway incident I've been so freaked out at the idea of going on a date with anyone here, but he is cute and sweet -- he helped me get a cab and gave me his jacket to wear when I was cold last weekend -- so I think I will go. Besides, it's probably a good idea to get this vaguely irrational fear out of my system. I think not being afraid of men is like the most basic tenant of feminism.
Wish me bonne chance, I fear I may need it.