Uh. Yeah. And I'm not your baby.
I walked away pretty quickly, and later wondered what would have happened if I had flashed him the ring I wear on my left hand. My first thought was that it would have been interesting to witness a reaction to that, but then the followup thought was that it would probably have been a discouraging reaction. I've had friends who have been approached (in California, not here) by guys who didn't care that they were married. (Obviously, I'm not, but I wasn't about to tell stranger guy that. I didn't feel threatened, but I didn't particularly care to be talking to someone I didn't know when I was out with a friend.)
I think LinkTanks and culture events are more my thing. Oh well. The appeal that DC nightlife holds is just like the appeal alcohol holds for me: none at all.
Taser and pepperspray at the ready, we walked arm-in-arm to the Metro since we were passing dark alleys, and then enjoyed a quiet metro trip home. Other TWC students were coming back at the same time, so we walked in a small group. My bed was a welcome reprieve from the loud thumping music that spilled out of every building on U Street... and the best part? The cookie was chewy.
As I drifted off to sleep, I came to two conclusions:
1) The cool thing about sleeping by the front door is getting to see everyone coming and going.
2) The bad thing about sleeping by the front door is that you hear everyone coming home at 1am from a Saturday evening. This evening, I was regaled with a rather off-beat, sharp rendition of Star Spangled Banner. His patriotism is to be commended, I'm sure, but an encore was not requested.