we generate our own electricity.
there are few things more fun in life than talking about the universe with the pretty brunnette on the exercise bike beside you. i usually have my mp3 player with me, but i forgot to charge it last night. the battery died about 20 minutes in. i see her most mornings, but never on the bike — always on the treadmill or elliptical. we’ve never really spoken aside from the customary greetings. probably the magical hand of fate at play here.
i like it when a culmination of coincidences make some it seem like this is the way things are supposed to be. there’s nothing wrong smoke and mirrors occasionally.
she wants to take me ‘for tea’. i told her that sounds a little sophisticated for me. she said there’ll be lots of honey — not that i needed any more convincing.
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