I ran into quite a few strange people yesterday...
In addition to the guy in Starbucks. I went home after work, changed my clothes, then went back into the city to see my therapist. On the subway, which was nearly empty, I sat across from this somewhat good-looking guy. Brown hair, but kind of nondescript, in a way. After we'd been sitting there for about five minutes, he moved to my bench, not very far from me. "Does this train go to 59th street?" he asked. "I don't know," I said. "I'm only going to West 4th." "Oh." Then: "So do you work in... Sign in to see full entry.