I had a pins and needles attack at lunch in a restaurant yesterday. I felt it coming on, and walked out of the door onto Flatbush, and pulled up my shirt to get some cool air. This is what I do all the time. But this time I got cruised.
This crusty, trenchcoat wearing, almost homeless looking, scruffy headphone listening dude stops dead in his tracks, stares at me, and makes a grin. Now if it were some hot Chelsea Muscle Boy… JK.
But seriously, I’m having a crazy pins and needles attack, and this dude is thinking “that is some hot exposed flesh.” So I just turned away from him. I did want to explain the whole thing… He kind of kept looking for a while, then wandered off.
It was funny. I came back into the restaurant and asked O if she had seen it. And she had. She pointed out that he went and took a menu so he could pretend he was doing something other than cruising me.
