Love this blog. The writing is excellent…it took me forever to pick which post to reblog. I can’t even think of words to say…
Seemingly out of nowhere, Electric Blue Running Shoes texts me,Hey do you remember kissing me what it was like?
It is tempting to text back,How about you refresh my memory?
But that would be a bad idea.
Also a cliché.
So instead I ignore him.
For about two hours.
(Electric Blue is not one to be ignored.)This is important. Do you have a specific memory of kissing me?
Really, Electric Blue? It is important that I respond to a text out of left field regarding a kiss we shared last winter?
The elevator doors open to reveal a man on the seventh floor jogging in place. I feel like he should be embarrassed. I know for certain that I am embarrassed for him. But he is somehow oblivious, immune. And he unashamedly just high knees it into the elevator, turns, and continues jogging in…
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