The bill came. "I guess I’ve got it," he sighed, "since I’m the one who suggested this." After an awkward ass-out hug, I bid farewell to Paul-5-Train forever.
Spontaneous beginnings afford spontaneous combustion
OK, so my impromptu subway date didn't end with some sexy after-hours time or romance-novel ending. But I still think of it as a positive experience.
In case you've been under a boulder, we're currently living in an era in which most romantic interactions are sparked via the Internet. I have friends swiping (mostly left) on dating apps that I'd previously never heard of: Pure, Twine, one about coffee meeting a bagel? I'm convinced people don't even make an effort to strike up a bar-side conversation anymore, simply because they don't have to. They’d rather spend that time out with their friends, and then later hunt for tail on their iPhones wearing sweats with The Big Bang Theory on in the background.