New York City
You were walking with an ice bucket when I stopped you to complain about the music. You asked what I would prefer and I started to mumble before making a pathetic joke about how you bank with Chase. I tried to get your attention again across the crowd and over the roar of a painful Doja Cat remix. I wish I had asked for your number, or, at the very least, what you thought about the music.
Posted: Monday. March 20, 2023.
start a private conversation.