I just want the spitting to stop
My friend took me to a speed-dating thing at The Strand. Thought it would be good practice for my social skills, and really, what’s the worst that could happen?
There was an old man who kept spitting on me as he spoke. I kept trying to lean back, but he kept leaning in, because he couldn’t hear me.
But being in the rare books room at The Strand, surrounded by 60+ other singles on a Thursday night, all in all it was a super fun evening. Plus turns out the last person I talked to knows one of my co-workers. It’s things like this that makes me like this city more & more.