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May 17th, 2004, 10:27 PM
last night i was running and this girl went by me on roller blades. she was my type (blonde and hot.) i would say a 7 out of 10. so she goes by me and smiles. a great smile. it lifted up my spirits considerably. usually in boston girls look at the ground when you go by them. this is maybe the most unfriendly place to live, next to hell. reason number 506,708 why i want to move to florida. i can best sum up the boston singles scene with a quote by quentin tarantino describing a man walking behind a woman on a city street
'Is this guy going to do something? What's going on here? They're feeling it. And guys feel it too. I feel it. And I'm like, Hey, I'm just walking down the street. I just happen to be going the same way. I'm walking behind this woman, and she's thinking I'm a rapist. And now I'm feeling guilty for being a rapist when I haven't fucking done anything. So now I'm feeling guilty and feeling a little angry because I'm minding my own business. Like, I'm sorry I'm walking behind you. And she's thinking, Why the fuck can't I just walk down the street? All of a sudden there's this tension and anger about nothing.'
so i continue on my way and finish my evening run. i lay on the grass to stretch out and behold, there she is again. she takes her blades off, and walks by me...another great smile and this time a 'hi.' i say 'hi hows it going?' now at this point i finished stretching, so i have no business being there. it was getting pretty dark and the girl had just started stretching.
i didn't have the balls to go over and say hi and introduce myself. i am kicking myself as we speak for not going over to her. let me just preface this with the fact that it was getting pitch black out and we were in a park. i felt really date rapey going over to her while she stretched. i mean, this wasn't exactly a swingers club.
i felt like the guy walking behind a woman on a city street.
i will right this wrong, somehow.
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