Scene: A crowded, unairconditioned subway, drenched (from the torrential downpour and from sweat) on the way home from the Philharmonic concert in Central Park (thanks, Teddi, for organizing!). I am with Gabe, a friend. We’re chatting the whole way about this, that and the other thing. We’re both standing for a chunk of the trip downtown, and when a seat opens up, he offers it to me. We continue to chat, but he squats down so that it’s easier for us to hear each other. He departs at 14th Street and I continue on.
The woman sitting next to me turns to me and says, "I know it’s none of my business, but that guys is totally into you." "Really?" I laugh. "I don’t think so." "Why not?" she asks. "Well, when I met him a few years back, we went out on what I thought was a date, but at the end of it, it was very clear that he didn’t think it was. We reached a subway stop and he said, ‘This is my stop. Which way are you going?’" She paused for a minute, and then replied. "I still think he’s into you. After a few drinks you should lure him into a dark alley and shove your tongue down his throat." "I’ll certainly keep that plan in mind."
And on a completely unrelated note — I barely took any pictures this weekend, but here are the few I took.
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Cute post.
Did your heart drop when he said “Which way are you going?”
Cute post.
Did your heart drop when he said “Which way are you going?”
At the time, yes.
At the time, yes.