We went out Saturday and just winged it. We went to a local joint and had pizza and beer and talked, then hung out and listened to a guitar and bass duo play a set out on the patio. When I took her home it was a tad awkward when I dropped her off.
“I don’t know what to do!” I said, as we said goodnight.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Should I try to kiss you or not?”
She burst out laughing. “What do you want to do?”
“Seems like a kiss would be appropriate,” I said.
“Okay, go ahead, Romeo!” she said, puckered her lips, closed her eyes and posed.
I laughed and pecked her on the corner of her mouth.
A couple days later I was out running in the same area where I had encountered Harriet when she was walking Babs. While I was in my typical mid-run dissociative daydream I noticed another runner approaching me from the opposite direction.
It was an attractive woman, slim and athletic with a smooth, even stride. She was dressed in yellow running shorts that clung to her upper legs and crotch and a white singlet that was sweat-plastered to her firm tits and waist. It was Caro
She didn’t recognize me as we closed in on one another so I ran off a few yards to the right and circled back around behind her. I caught up and started running beside her on her right.
“So Caro, you’ve started your marathon training already, I see!” I said.
She was startled and looked over at me and laughed.
“Oh, Walter!” she said, “I didn’t see you come up. But uh, no, just out for a jog.”
We chatted as we ran together for a couple miles. She asked me if Harriet and I had had a good time when we went out the other night.
“Oh, sure,” I said. “We spent the night catching up and reminiscing and laughing about it all.”
“So you won’t be getting back together I take it,” she replied.
“Oh no, nothing like that. It would be hard to try to have a relationship on two different continents!”
“Yes, I believe it would. And Harriet hasn’t had a steady guy for several years and I think she prefers it that way.”
As we ran, the topic of discussion became running. I asked if she was serious about running a marathon.
“I’m not sure. Do you really think I could?”
“Sure,” I averred. “Why not? Many people in not nearly the shape you’re in have done it. As I said before, it’s all about the training. If you plan it right, and do it right, you’ll be prepared and be fine. And when you actually do it, you’ll not only be in the best shape of your life, but you will have done something that 99% of the people on Earth couldn’t do!”
“What’s the training like? How long is it?” she asked.
“Three or four months. The key is you have to get a long run in once a week.”
By that time we had looped around the whole massive neighborhood to where I would cut off and head back toward my place. I told her to think about it and we said our goodbyes and jogged off in opposite directions.