29-year old Taylor Murphy – a body builder who once posed as Mr March in a firefighter calendar – was arrested after his then-girlfriend Claudia Charriez accused him of strangling her in August 2011.
However, he was convicted of one felony count of criminal contempt for violating an order of protection.
I returned to my apartment in Astoria after his friend’s party, where I had noticed his respectable capacity for drink, but didn’t realize just how [boozed up] he was.
I wake up and realize I am in a puddle, for he peed himself not once, but twice in his sleep. but he was too poor to afford furniture, so the only pieces he had were a lofted bed and a wooden chair.
You should not reach your 29th birthday by the beginning of the application process.
It’s the launch party for the City of the Brave Firefighters of NYC 2009 Calendar, and firemen—along with the women who love them—are densely packed, muscle to cleavage. “Some girls are more into dating a fireman than the actual person,” adds Mike (No. (He is enormous.) “Then he told me he was a firefighter and I was like, ‘We can do this! ” Sir Mix-a-Lot’s “Baby Got Back” comes on, and I hear peals of “Ohmigod, it’s your sooong! When the song’s over, I’m introduced to another stud’s girlfriend, Rachel, 26, an auditor.
We had to dismantle all my bedding and wash each component... After our night out partying at Elsa in Alphabet City, I went back to his place for the night.
I jumped off his bed to pee and ended up breaking my ankle.
“Women come here to mingle with the men,” the PR rep explains to me as I swipe two calendars (one for the bathroom! It does not disappoint: Each month showcases a bona fide FDNY firestud—shirtless, brawny and glistening. ’” Like any good journalist, I ask her if they’ve had sex in the firehouse.
“My goal is to offer female fans of FDNY firefighters the chance to meet these brave heroes, with the opportunity to have drinks, mingle and snag a date,” she says, snapping me back to reality. I start by approaching one of the many Terminator types and learn that all the fighters are named Mike. I’m told they lie about their names in a halfhearted attempt to avoid “the FF groupies.” “Really, groupies? Yes, he says, and tells me that Staten Island and Brooklyn have the most.