Pretty great morning so far. Twenty-nine year old guy asked me out while I was running this morning at Capp Smith Park. I have been asked out a great deal as of late; I sense it has something to do with me having had mind-blowing sex just a couple of months ago. I loved it, and I guess I might put out a bit more pheromones. Seriously though, I said no to Greg, the runner from this morning, because I am just not interested, in dating that is. Mental dialogue: Say yes. What?! He is RIPPED! Ugh! You are hopeless. I chuckled all the way back to the house. You see, I decided after speaking with my Pastor in our last Wednesday session that I am happier now than I have ever been, even with all the things still up in the air. Even with my guilt at not feeling guilty; it is confusing. Yet, it is enough for me to know that I am loved, somewhere, by someone, out in the cosmos, as I have never had that luxury in the past, ever. It gives me solace.
It puts a spring in my step even. I felt like skipping this morning. I have not felt like skipping since I was a small child, hand in hand with my mother, going to the store for some stewed tomatoes and tuna. My mother was a terrible cook. One of her favorite dishes, one that I hated, was stewed tomatoes, elbow macaroni and tuna fish, heated in a saucepan with a little salt and pepper. To this day I cannot eat it while my brother loves it.
Strange what things come to mind when you find yourself reflecting while running.
It puts a spring in my step even. I felt like skipping this morning. I have not felt like skipping since I was a small child, hand in hand with my mother, going to the store for some stewed tomatoes and tuna. My mother was a terrible cook. One of her favorite dishes, one that I hated, was stewed tomatoes, elbow macaroni and tuna fish, heated in a saucepan with a little salt and pepper. To this day I cannot eat it while my brother loves it.
Strange what things come to mind when you find yourself reflecting while running.
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