As I was heading from compactor room to stairwell, R’ta M. emerged from the elevator with an attendant and walked toward her unit with a walker. Neighbor leaving property (6572).
37th Ave. (6573–87). Sexy customer at ফুসকা [sic] হাউস (6573–77). Monk crossing (6578–80). Brief hello to Bill M. Paid NYBD rent at QPH, helped by the now usual cute, friendly, baldish desk worker (H. R.?). Greeted attractive brown man at the water cooler. Mark Ch., carrying groceries, didn’t notice me despite my (admittedly quiet) hello because I’m not a hot young Latin man. 😉 Blurry gays (6586–87).
Photographed my photographs of Damon Y. (7200–04). As I left the building again, I was greeted by the handsome neighbor who was approaching it and kind of reminds me of יעקב בנימין Gyllenhaal.
There were two girls dressed in formless black outfits and wearing نقاب who were giggling and talking to one another in English at the intersection of 37th Ave. and 73rd St. The attractive worker at the shop under 37th Rd. reminds me a bit of ارسلان علی. Roosevelt Ave. station (7205–07).
I saw वीणा/ವೀಣೆ entering through a turnstile in W. 14th St. station but didn’t say hello because I was steps away from exiting through a different turnstile and erroneously assumed I would see her later. | Made deposit in AB, E. 14th St. (20:22–23). {Finally!}
Walked to Madison Sq. Pk. for GA DA. Nice long talk with Rich P. during which I learned among other things that he had attended his school’s Republican club and that ירמיהו לוי had asked about me and had described me positively. We also discussed people’s need for a sense of being part of a community or tribe. We were joined after a while by M’tch J. long enough to allow him to become sanctimonious and say he couldn’t date anyone who isn’t vegan because it would be like dating someone who had killed thousands of Jews. 🙄 I was trying to talk more with centrists than progressives but got asked by Rich S. why I hadn’t attended the recent local leftist climate strike and then later heard him and W’dy insult our president.
FF, pt. 1. A group of men (B’dy W., Mike W., Н’та etc.) with whom I would love to spend time all left without me, and usually that would upset me to no end, but I knew they were going to get some white powder and it’s not like they didn’t make sure to say goodby.