' To which he replied, 'I told her I was at my high-school basketball game' (!!! All I could do was laugh and tell him that we very quickly needed to part ways.
' He looked at me and said, 'I’m a sophomore in high school.' I guessed he was about 16-years-old... He told me he still would like to be friends, and I quickly said, 'Where the hell does your mom think you are right now?!
On day two, my challenge was to say hello to someone on the subway.
If you were a stripper what song would you come out to? I watched in dumb terror as his handlebar mustache said he'd had a great night, then briskly planted one straight on the kisser, blurting, 'Very good! Very bad, indeed.""When I first moved to the city, I decided that I would do something challenging each day.
He looks nice, attractive, tall (about 6’2'), dark, handsome. I make eye-contact and ask him what he writes in his journal, to which he gives me a nice smile and tells me that he journals about people on the subway, writes song lyrics and just doodles.