saturday march 28

today i was taking the subway home late at night and overheard a 39-year-old man hitting on a woman that was probably twice his age. it seemed less threatening and less uncomfortable than you’d expect, with him mostly just telling her how beautiful she was; at one point, he sang her a song for 20 seconds or so. the best part of the exchange came when he said, "a beautiful lady like you, where’s your husband?" — this question would have come off a little creepy and invasive in most situations, but she didn't miss a beat, replying, "one’s dead, one’s divorced, and one’s demented."