Seen on 6th Avenue, in the teens:
Overheard in Union Square Friday evening:
OBNOXIOUS TWENTY-SOMETHING WOMAN: I think I’ve figured out my problem. I’m too good at dating. I think I’m too interesting, and guys can’t handle it.
WOMAN’S PATIENT MALE FRIEND: Yeah, I don’t think that’s it.
Seen at the N, R, D platform, Atlantic-Pacific station, Brooklyn:
Overheard in Park Slope, also yesterday evening:
WOMAN: I mean, can you tell me that? It’s been, what, four years now? What am I supposed to tell people when they ask me? WHY AREN’T WE MARRIED? HUH?
MAN: Well, there’s conversations like this, for a start.
Seen on the High Line, two women making out under a pashmina:
Overheard on the High Line, as two permissive parents try to talk it out with their insanely screaming and disobedient toddler:
PASSERBY #1: God. Is it too late to abort?
PASSERBY #2: Yeah. Once they’re out of the womb, it’s murder.
PASSERBY #1: No, that’s a mercy killing.
Seen at the New School, near Union Square.
Overheard on the High Line:
MAN: There’s so many guys in the bathroom.
MAN: Like four or five guys, packed in there.
WOMAN: In your ass?!
MAN: What? No. In the bathroom. I can’t fit that many guys in my ass.
WOMAN: How many can you fit?
Seen in Chelsea (not the gentleman quoted above):
Overheard on 14th Street near 8th Avenue:
WOMAN #1: And the Burlington Coat Factory there is shit.
WOMAN #2: Burlington Coat Factory everywhere is shit.
WOMAN #1: No way. I shop there, like, all the time.
WOMAN #2: It’s stuff nobody wants. Everything’s irregular.
WOMAN #1: (A revelation.) Huh. Maybe that’s why nothing ever fits right.
Seen on the Manhattan-bound N train:
And finally, one more from the High Line: