Alayna and I had a dinner date last night, meeting up in Chelsea for pasta and wine.
By the time I sat down at the table, I realized I hadn’t done much of anything for anyone all day.
I held the door open. I smiled at a stranger. But nothing else.
“I could buy someone a drink?” I suggested.
“Good idea!” encouraged Alayna.
“That guy at the bar? Is he alone?”
“Um, he’s with another woman, she’s in the bathroom.”
“Oh. Well. I don’t want it to come off like I’m hitting on him.”
“Yeah,” agreed Alayna. “Right now you are just sounding kind of creepy.”
Finally my eyes rested on a man dining alone a few tables over. He had a wedding band on and was enjoying some red wine but he looked kind of lost and unhappy.
I pulled our waiter over and asked if I could buy a glass of his wine and could we keep this a secret because that man is definitely married and this is not a creepy weird stalker thing I AM JUST TRYING TO DO SOMETHING GOOD EVERY DAY AND OKAY SORRY AM I TALKING TOO MUCH? THANKS.
And so it was that I bought a man a glass of Chianti, all super secret like.
On our walk to the subway after dinner, Alayna and I stumbled upon a delicious bakery that I had never seen before. They had homemade Swiss cake rolls which were a childhood favorite of mine.
Alayna bought one for me.
Just goes to show, you buy someone wine, someone might buy you dessert.
It’s a pretty good deal, you guys.