In 2014, John* (fake name) and I, both early 20s and living in Bed-Stuy, had been casually dating for around three months. He suggested grabbing drinks near my office close to Penn Station, possibly the most miserable section of New York, but he couldn’t stay long, he was meeting friends at a reading. We started walking from 8th Avenue towards 9th Avenue. He didn’t see it going further, I asked why (it had become a dating pattern, I was insecure), he said no particular reason. Then he suggested we turn around because it was a really long block and he didn’t want to walk the whole way around.
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