Followup to Good Karma...

Evil

(Follow-up to "Good Karma. Oh Crap, Now What?")

the convenient thing about meeting someone while waiting to buy an iphone is that you have a built-in excuse to call each other. talking to her on the phone feels different from talking to her in person. not worse, just different. her voice didnt sound quite the same or maybe it's that i had already created a character of her in my mind and that character's voice was slightly different... more bright and bubbly than that of the real person.

we're both upper west siders but she didnt feel like staying in the neighborhood. "i'll swing by your apartment at 8 and we'll cab it down to meatpacking for a drink and then take it from there."

at 7:45, i get a text message that says she's running late. more like 8:20, not 8, sorry.

at 8:20, i get another text message. more like 8:45. really sorry.

at 8:45, she calls me and says she's downstairs. i head down. she's sitting on the bench in the building lobby. her hair is still damp. she must have just showered. she's rail thin. she looks great in a black summer dress with a little flower pattern. i immediately feel under-dressed because i'm wearing a janis joplin t-shirt and jeans.