I have no makeup on my fourth day without having brushed my hair.
I feel like I look like shit.
To make myself feel better, I decide to buy some makeup.
Something I haven't done in a while.
I go for the "natural" brand.
Black tea mascara and Barbados eyeshadow.
"I don't know how you women do it.
There's so many to choose from."
30-something with facial hair and glasses.
Latino?
Body type: fluffy.
Knit sweater.
"Yeah, I'm a bit overwhelmed," I say.
I'm alone in the cosmetics aisle with him.
"Do you mind if I stereotype for one second. . ."
I prepare for the worst.
". . . but are you a student at NYU?"
"No. I mean you can stereotype, but no - I'm not a student at NYU," I say.
He works in IT.
Lives in Brooklyn.
Has lived in New York for 20 years.
Invites me to eat African food in Long Island City.
I told him -
"Thank you, I appreciate you coming up to talk to me"
and to text me when he goes to get African food in Long Island City.
"I'd love to take you out," he says.
I put my name and number in his phone.
I told him -
"Thank you, I appreciate you coming up to talk to me"
and to text me when he goes to get African food in Long Island City.
"I'd love to take you out," he says.
I put my name and number in his phone.
