5th ave

The other day I was walking on 5th Avenue with Ben and an overweight girl with glasses walking in the other direction with her friend said, ‘hey how’s it going?’ I said ok, how about you? I had to repeat myself several times. Then she asked me how old I was. 21, I said. How old do you think I am? she asked. I didn’t think about it very much and said, 17. She seemed surprised and laughed. She was not attractive. Really? she said. Well, maybe more like 15, I said and she said that I was right, she was 15. Congratulations, I said. Then she admitted that she was 13, and I congratulated her for that, too. I didn’t hear it, but Ben said that as we walked away she said ‘nerds’ under her breath.