Dear Diary:
He hopped onto the subway at 79th going downtown, just a stop after mine, and stood opposite me with his back to the door.
Plaid shirt tucked into blue khaki slacks and a nice leather belt, one of those guys who carries his worn-in satchel briefcase across his shoulder and probably works at a successful start-up with a really great graphic logo. He was adorable from his suede oxfords all the way up to the bit of cream cheese on his chin.
I guess I was in a good mood because I smiled broadly and made the universal sign for “you have some cream cheese on your face.â€
He smiled back and wiped the wrong side of his face.
I smiled bigger and signed to the other side.
He got it, I nodded affirmatively, and proceeded to ungracefully stare at my feet for the remaining stops until briskly getting off at 59th. Romantic comedies have never been my forte.
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