Personal Yummy #93

It’s a Sunday night, around 11:30, and I’m on the 4 train, on my way home from Brooklyn, where I had a nice dinner and lots of wine at my friend Sally’s St. James Place brownstone apartment.

I am sitting and relaxing, thinking about all of the interesting topics that we discussed, when a middle-aged man gets on the train at Union Square and approaches me.

“Miss,” he says, bending forward in my direction and looking at me intently, “may I sit down beside you?”

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