Assuming I don't go through a long period of blog slackery, I'm starting a (maybe weekly?) new feature here.
Game: Man on Q train who waited from Dekalb to Port Authority to even talk to me. His first words were "We match," as he pointed to his black and pink shirt, which matched my black and pink skirt. He then asked me if I was a dancer. (I have no idea how he knew.) And he very shyly and awkwardly proceeded to come sit next to me, staying at a comfortable distance, and have a very polite conversation consisting of small talk until we got to 57th Street. And when we got off the train and were about to go our separate ways, instead of some sleazy come-on, he asked if I wanted to stay in touch, and he was totally respectful when I told him I'm seeing someone.
No Game: While I was walking down Myrtle in Ft. Greene, toward my apartment, busy listening to my headphones and removing my hoodie because it's steamy and hot outside, a very tall, aggressive man with a goatee and a fedora walking the opposite direction walks in front of me and shouts "I THINK YOU'RE VERY PRETTY. WOULD YOU LIKE MY NAME AND NUMBER?" I continued walking and shouted "NOPE!" over my shoulder, which prompted him to look back with a disgusted look on his face.
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