March 9, 2016
Mean Cynthia went to the city.
Mean Cynthia ate dinner at an Italian restaurant on the Upper East Side.
Mean Cynthia had dessert, sipped coffee, and then took a walk under the soft light of the Central Park street lamps.
After arriving home later that night, Mean Cynthia talked about her lovely evening in the city and insisted that I join her next time because she doesn’t like people to see her eating all alone.
She even promised to try to be nice, as long as I agreed to keep my trap shut and not make any of my stupid comments.