I sleep alone

More than a few people have asked me whatever happened with trying to talk to this guy. My answer was that I hadn’t seen him since the day I wrote that post. Until today. I stepped off the Q train at Canal, and he rounded the corner, headed straight for me. I stopped, looked him right in the eye, he looked right back at me, I opened my mouth to say, “Tulsa?” and then I froze, turned, and walked up the stairs.