Date: May 2011
City: New York
How she thought it was going to go at 2:40:
Hoodie: "Bitch, you don't know me."
Attached to Hoodie: "I don't know you...but I want to."
Hoodie: "Well I just happen to have this hand free that I was going to punch your face in with. Maybe I could fill it with a clump of that yellow jacket."
Attached to Hoodie: "Uh huh. Then what?"
Hoodie: "Dinner. My place."
They still had their tender moments, though. They'll think fondly back on them whenever they're on the D next.