Don't Leave Home Without It.

I had a pretty eventful night last night - but went through the experience camera-less like a dope.
I will say that throughout the whole night, 2 numbers that add up to 12 kept showing up. Doorways, in texts, randomly checking the time...And that's not even on my mind anymore. I'm completely done with that.

I think it all started in the early aftertoon. 2 different people told me to call them after work. I called both, and neither answered.

I stayed a little later at work to make the deadline...which I did.

Andy told me he'd be in the city around 8, so I just figured I'd hang out at Union Square until he was around. While I was sitting there, this guy with rollerblades draped around this neck and a big back pack plopped himself down on the steps in front of me and started drawing me. I just kept texting...after a little while, he asked me if I would like to keep the drawing. "Free of charge." So when he handed it to me, all of my insecurities were confirmed:

I told him he should sign it, so he reluctantly wrote "Roberto" on the back. I thanked him and told him to have a good night. He told me that I was very beautiful and he enjoyed sketching me.

These 2 guys were putting on a magic show in Union Square. They're there a lot, but I never watch, so since I had time to kill, I watched it for a little while. They were doing all these crazy tricks, like swallowing swords and making forks bend with their minds. When it came time to give them money, I walked away and stood and leaned on a beam by the steps. Before I knew it, the guy was back again, on the steps in front of me, sketching away. I stood there and acted like I didn't know. When he was finished, he gave me the second one.
He told me he didn't want to draw the face because he wanted it to be dramatic. And he drew my hands behind me because he just liked how it looked. Personally, I think he couldn't figure out how to draw either one.

As I was standing there, I saw this woman sitting at a table with a candle and an empty chair facing her on the other side of the table. I assumed she was offering psychic consultations...and I'm not going to lie - I thought about talking to her. What? I never do that.

Andy finally texted me and gave me the address of the place he where he was meeting his friend. I didn't really know how to get there, but I knew the general area so I just started walking. On my way there, by NYU, this boy asked me if I knew which way Greenwich Village was, and I didn't - so he asked these other people and apparently it was in the same direction that I was going. He started talking to me-just making conversation. He had moved to NY from DC not too long ago, and is a comedian. He was like 20. I thought it was cool. He walked with me until I found the place where I was meeting Andy.

At the bar there were darts and pinball and I found a dollar on the floor. This girl liked my glasses so I let her try them on. It would have made an awesome picture. She looked really cool.
There was a snowman made out of Christmas lights on the ceiling too. One of Andy's friend's roomates had a PNB shirt on. He certainly was not Nubian or a "brother", but he certainly seemed quite proud.
Andy laughs at me but in a good way. He thinks it's funny that I like the things I do, and some of the people I've dated or talked to. He just cracks up and makes jokes at me all the time.

When we left there it was like 1:30. We went to Brooklyn to Trophy. All 2 times I've been there it's been pretty empty, but everyone in the place was dancing. We danced a little. Andy flirted with his friend's roommate, Kate. She was really fun. She likes dancing even more than I do. There was this really tall blonde girl who was dancing really funny. Hahaha Speaking of which, you don't realize how white your friends are until you watch them dance.

It was raining pretty hard when we left. Andy's friend and his roommate got a cab. Haha Andy was disappointed that Kate didn't go home with him. Some guy that had been in the bar offered to share a car with me and pay for it. Andy flat out told him no. I'm glad he did because I can be too trusting sometimes. So we took the train. The whole ride we talked about all kinds of stuff. It was super late when we finally got to Carroll St. We started walking toward his house and he started asking me if I was ok. He said that he worries about me sometimes because I seem to have a lot of problems. I felt bad because I don't mean to complain. He said he doesn't mind listening - he just wanted to make sure that I had fun and forgot about things for a little while. I think it's nice that I have a friend like that. It's like having a brother. He offered his couch for me to sleep on, but I just wanted to get home.

I walked to Union and 4th Ave...5:00 in the morning...it was really dark and raining...and I just started crying. I'm not sure why. I cried most of the way. I saw a lot of cool stuff I wanted to take pictures of - like these sunflowers and this warehouse that looks like it's apartments now. I saw a lot of bmx bikes that I liked too.

I think I'm going to go spend money today. Usually on a day like this I'd end up in soho. I don't usually buy stuff there - just walk around. I don't think that sounds like a good plan this time around.