Last night I went on a 2nd (!!) date with a cute boy. We went to the only-kind-of-pretentious Little Branch in West Village. After we had a couple fancy bourbon drinks, we wandered over to the Hudson and sat and talked on a bench. Totally cheesy, but it was lovely.
Loverboy leans in for a smooch when out of the corner of my eye I see a little dog attacking a rat two benches down. This pup had the rat in its teeth and was really going to town—all while its owner was frantically trying to pull the dog away, shouting “You let go of that rat!!!” The dog finally released the poor rat, leaving it half-dead and visibly twitching on the grass.
And let me tell you, there’s nothing like a dead rat to ruin a perfectly good riverside makeout session. Oh New York, you’ve foiled me again!