THOUGHT CATALOG
I asked a guy I’d been out with twice before to go to a concert at Prospect Park with a group of my friends. He accepted the invitation and asked me to have dinner at his place first in Crown Heights, which is a mighty rapey neighborhood for a girl from the West Village. I was proud of myself for trucking all the way out there alone, but I started to get angry during the walk from the train that he had no regard for my safety. As we entered our second hour of waiting for his friend to prepare dinner, I mentioned that we were late for the concert, and he said, “you should just go by yourself.” A trip to the ghetto left me hungry and dateless.
[Later, in the comments]
link“i was making fun of myself there, for being one of those ridic girls from the west village who doesn’t like to commute to rapey brooklyn neighborhoods with her balenciaga bag, but you didn’t get it, so i’ll keep trying! comedy…subjective…and whatnot.”
