21 September 2019, Saturday

FF, E. 23rd St., pt. 2. Admiring the chalk art with Kor. K. Argument with oversensitive W’dy because she didn’t like that I said that the worker’s response to her question was technically the opposite of what he meant. She also seemingly characterized everyone on earth other than the participants of New York City atheist and Humanist groups as unable to have reasoned conversation, based apparently on experiences she had in an upstate philosophy group, but I suspect she was confusing reason with uniformity of thought. She, Br’ce G. and I left together, leaving רבין ב.‏ and new Rich behind together, but B. entered the closest subway station almost immediately, and so she and I continued to mine, W. 23rd St. Atheism may be her religion, because when I looked up to admire the Flatiron Building, she jokingly asked if I were looking for God and informed me that I wouldn’t find Him. Despite our earlier argument, she moved to hug me goodby, as I had done with B.

A cute man on the F dropped his smartphone on the floor as he fell asleep, but when he reached his stop, he left it behind, resulting in another passenger calling to him to get his attention and my leaving my seat to pick it up and hand it to him through the open doors while he thanked us with a cute smile. 😍

A group of about twenty‐five youths came very loudly down the stairwell and out of the building to return shortly thereafter and go up the stairs just as noisily. Not too long thereafter, they came downstairs again, and from what I saw of them through my peephole and window, they were mostly males and mostly attractive actually.

Sliced salami and Bologna, uncured Wieners, tuna salad, Münster cheese and insecticide from FD, 37th Ave. (21:02).