I have an illogically-spelled Polish last name, that to this day my family argues over the ‘right’ way to pronounce.

I was dating this dude in college, we lived two units apart from each other in my college’s on-campus apartments. Two months in, things are going great, he insists that I visit him and meet his family over winter break.

There was so much more I wanted to say to that off-brand Patrick Bateman douche, but alas *decorum*

UGH. Also jumping on this train; I had a near similar experience, but then I got a half-assed apology email that was clearly something his manager made him do. I refused to acknowledge this for days, until said guy wanted to schedule time with me. I added my manager to the meeting where I told him: “I don’t accept…

Scene: About ten years ago, Brooklyn-bound R train around 4pm on a weekday.