...had I finished that last post, than I got on my bike for a long ride on a perfect spring afternoon. Making my way through the city and along the bike path out of town, I failed to avert my eyes from tennis skirts, bikers (snapped a phonecam shot of one who I drafted for a mile or two), sorta-shimmery rollerbladers and joggers, and even the bridesmaids at an outdoor wedding I passed. When I came home, I told my wife that my eyes had wandered. It feels better to disclose that--although I skipped the Stalker Phool Phonecam part, which I'll share with her at some yet-to-be-determined future time--and she smiled and said, "That's gotta be really tough, huh." Damn, I'm weak. And hardly deserving of her.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
No sooner...
...had I finished that last post, than I got on my bike for a long ride on a perfect spring afternoon. Making my way through the city and along the bike path out of town, I failed to avert my eyes from tennis skirts, bikers (snapped a phonecam shot of one who I drafted for a mile or two), sorta-shimmery rollerbladers and joggers, and even the bridesmaids at an outdoor wedding I passed. When I came home, I told my wife that my eyes had wandered. It feels better to disclose that--although I skipped the Stalker Phool Phonecam part, which I'll share with her at some yet-to-be-determined future time--and she smiled and said, "That's gotta be really tough, huh." Damn, I'm weak. And hardly deserving of her.
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