To the girl I see occasionally running the same route as me in the north end: you are cute. as. hell. We exchanged smiles as we ran past each other earlier tonight and you almost made me trip over myself. You are more than welcome to stop me in my tracks the next time our paths cross—even if it’s raining. —Blue Bandana Boy
This article appears in Jul 26 – Aug 1, 2012.
That musta been me jogging the other day!