I ran into Arryan on the subway. He didn’t see me. He stood directly in front of where I was sitting. I took my foot and ran it up the inside of his leg. He was surprised and flustered, then looked down and saw it was me. I said that it probably wasn’t sexy at all because I was wearing Vans and the rubber sole probably just ripped all his leg hair off. Then we talked about Judy Rosen, how I was selling my tote bags at her store The Good The Bad and The Ugly. How I saw someone at the Verb wearing her black velvet lederhosen and how I felt the need to stalk people wearing her clothes. He said I was in love with her. I said that it was true but as soon as the affection is returned I would become totally disinterested. Then we were talking about Sweet Action, this porn magazine for girls. My friend Einat was visiting from Berlin and she was asking me for gift ideas for one of her friends and I suggested Sweet Action. Then I thought, what is wrong with me, suggesting porn as a souvenir? I knew the dudes that run the bookstore Spoonbill & Sugartown where I was checking for copies. They didn’t have any but on any occasion I saw them they would announce to me over a crowd of people at the coffee shop, on the street or in the store that “Sweet Action hasn’t arrived yet!” It was hilarious and embarrassing having this information shared with strangers, like I was just some pervert lurking, waiting for porn to arrive. When the issues finally did come I bought 2 copies, one to send to Einat and one for her friend. Then they announced “Two copies!” at the register. I said “yes I’m adding International Porn Distributor to my resume”. Then Arryan and I were talking about large penises and how they can only become semi-erect. I said it was because all the blood rushes to it and then they pass out. Then we realized we had to curb our x-rated conversation as Allysa walked up to us with her kids.