July 9, 2008
Amanda came over, and I baked us some banana-chocolate cake. My apartment was too hot for the two of us and the stove at the same time, so we took up outside the front door, drinking cider and enjoying the slight breezes from the incoming subway trains. Amanda told me of a man that had sat down opposite her on the subway, trying to chat her up, pretending to be a tourist, when a woman had come along and dragged Amanda away. The woman revealed that the man had been jerking off, albeit very discreetly, while talking to Amanda.