METROPOLITAN DIARY
Good First Date
Dear Diary:
I was on a very good first date in Riverside Park, but I had to meet friends near the Museum of Natural History.
Since I was new to New York, my date gave me directions to the nearest train station. We hugged goodbye, and I started to walk toward West 110th Street, glancing down every 30 seconds at Google Maps.
As I was walking, I heard someone driving down the street yell, Hey!
I pretended not to notice.
Hey! Hey, you!
Now other people were looking at me. Oh no.
Reluctantly, I turned my head to see a young man in a van. He stopped at a red light beside me.
Come here, he said.
I complied. He was grinning.
She likes you, he said.
She what?
Its all in the body language, he said.
I stood there, perplexed.
That woman you were with, giving you directions, the van man said. She likes you. I could tell.
I cracked a smile.
Thanks, man, I said. Thats good news.
No problem, he said. Weve got to look out for each other.
The light changed and he drove off. I continued walking, this time without looking down at Google Maps.
Ben Cohen
Cool Breeze
Dear Diary:
One early fall morning some years ago, I decided to walk to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and spend a few hours there before meeting a friend for lunch.
It was one of those days when the weather could not make up its mind between bright and sunny or cool and cloudy. I grabbed a sweater from the closet, wrapped it around my waist and set off.
After wandering through the museums galleries for a while, I headed south on Fifth Avenue to meet my friend. The sun had just disappeared behind a large bank of gray clouds, and I was glad Id brought a sweater.
Standing at a corner waiting for the light to change, a man at a hot-dog stand waved and called out to me.
Lady, are you walking as far as 72nd Street? he asked me.
I nodded.
He reached under his cart and pulled out a light blue windbreaker.
Could you please take this to my wife? he said. She has a hot dog cart just like this one.
Of course, I replied, grabbing the jacket just as the light turned green. The man grinned and waved.
About 10 minutes later, I spotted a shiny steel hot-dog cart. A woman stood beside it, her shirt collar turned up against the cool breeze.
Your husband sent you this, I said, handing her the jacket.
Oh, thank you so much, she replied with a smile, quickly putting the jacket on. He is a good man.
Faith Andrews Bedford
https://www.nytimes.com/2021/08/22/nyregion/metropolitan-diary.html