posted Monday, February 7, 2011 at 4:14pm
I passed you running on the seawall, I was running rather fast. I was the tall, fast guy running in a blue shirt. You were wearing maroon sweats, and we made eye contact as I passed by you. Your eyes had a flash of fire in them before they were obscured by your mane of strawberry blond, almost ginger, hair. I want to see if there are some brains behind the body. We should go out, Valentines Day?
WhenMonday, February 7, 2011
Running on the seawall