Got sick of the L train when I lived off the L train, got tired of the shouters and the boners. But now I don’t live off the L and the L is novel again. All these fluttery youthful things, flirting through their shirts, figuring out ways to insult each other into bed. So good.
Currently waiting for friends at a bar off the Lorimer stop, listening to two daters come to the mutual realization that they both have lawyers. They both have lawyers! They are in their early 30s and they’re embarrassed about this, but also psyched to have something in common. What they have in common is that they both have lawyers. A conversational prophylactic was broken (they both have lawyers) and now they’re all soggy with all the goo that people who have lawyers apparently share.
They’re deep into a different vocabulary now, and I don’t understand a word of it. Good! Their date is going really well now. They have so much goo between them.