The Glow

So I take the subway to my internship in the Bronx 3 days a week. I live in what's called Morningside which is actually Harlem, Columbia just started calling it Morningside so parents wouldn't freak out about their children being in Harlem. Technically I am within the Harlem border in my little apartment, however, Harlem is becoming gentrified and Columbia is taking over and kicking everyone out. Anyways...off my soap box and on to the real story : )

So the other day I head down the lovely 125 ABCD subway station. I meander down the platform and stop at my favorite spot up near the front (so when I get off I'm closer to my internship building). As I am standing there reading my book, a man comes up to me and sweetly asks "Excuse me miss, but would you like to have dinner with me?" I'm pretty sure he was a schizophrenic or mentally handicapped in some way many cause you know I'm a social worker and I just know these things : ) I kindly say "No thanks" he gives me a little nod, and quickly walks away. 

I must just have that glow about me!