What did you say?

Today, after work, I went to the mall to find SOMETHING to decorate my bedroom walls with.
What did I buy?
Clothes.

New York City has taught me that retail therapy really IS effective. But it would probably be more economic for me harbor a hard drug addition. Joking. I don't buy THAT much clothing. But still. More than I should.

Today, in the subway, I accidentally made eye contact with some guy as I was passing him. Politely, I smiled. Autopilot reaction for me. Almost immediately after, I realized I was going the wrong way and turned around. As I passed him again, he smiled at me and I casually said "hi" and kept walking. As I passed, he said,

"And here I was thinking you were coming back for my name or number or something."
I smiled and replied, "Nah, I'm sorry. I have a boyfriend."
To which he responded: "Well, what's he got to do with me? I ain't gonna tell him!"

REALLY? Does that work on women? I mean, he had that response ready to go. I'd of had to pause to think up something sleazy like that. But there he was, sharp as a whip. I was entertained by this.

"It has everything to do with you!" I said, laughing. "I love my boyfriend! And my dignity!"
"Oh, I see how it is," he chuckled.
I smiled, waved, and told him to have a good one.
To which he kindly told me to do the same.

Things like this didn't happen to me in Johnson.