I was headed to a friend's house to go gallivanting off to do something or another, when I realized I was about 30 minutes early. (I'm a bad judge of distances when it comes to walking.) Deciding to wander towards Tenleytown rather than be awkwardly early, I wound up walking by the Subway on Wisconsin Avenue. There was a guy outside who asked me for a quarter. I generally don't make a habit of giving away change--because really, what's someone going to do with a quarter? Buy a gumball?
The guy seemed nice, though and he wasn't making lewd comments at me (I'm careful about that sort of thing because if there's one thing I can't stand, it's being blatantly hit on). So I told him I didn't have any change, and I was about to keep walking (which, as much as I hate to admit it, is my programmed response when someone asks me for change), but he asked me where I was from and seemed genuinely interested in having a conversation with someone. Predictably enough, so was I. I wound up buying him a sandwich instead and chatting with him for a bit...I would have liked to stick around longer, but at that point I was going to be running late and I had to hop off...
I had mentioned I was of German descent (he had asked), and he said that Germans are big-hearted people. But I don't think of myself as big-hearted at all; I just think of myself as a conversation whore when I get lonely.
This is the second or third time this has happened. That last post about opening oneself up to conversation? Yeah, that's what I meant. It's like the time the Street Sense vendor gave me a hug outside of CVS when I was having a really bad day. It's just...I dunno. Refreshing.