From the gallery: ‘WHERE IS MY MAN?’
WHERE IS MY MAN?: It’s thirty-seven minutes after twelve noon, lunch was to be at twelve. ‘Where is my man? Should I have told him it’s his? Is it his? Who was that guy?? What was his name? Should I have worn this top? Do I want a burger or a pizza? How much longer should I wait? Why doesn’t he answer his phone? Fries or a salad? Where is my man?’
This entry was posted on August 27, 2012 by newyorkcityinthewitofaneye. It was filed under DAILY PHOTOS WITH STORIES OF NEW YORK CITY and was tagged with Grand Central Station, Hans Von Rittern, lunch, Lunch date, Manhattan, New York City, pregnant woman, stood up.
Lol yeah she’s got that look!
August 27, 2012 at 7:02 pm
Sure do!
August 27, 2012 at 7:17 pm