So, for completely unsexy reasons, I happened to get home last night at around 6:20 this morning. 6:20, I figured would be early enough to avoid seeing anyone I know, and would thereby enable me to avoid the Walk of Shame.
Wrong.
As I was walking in the front door, The Best Landlord in the World Happened to be walking out.
"Well!" he said knowingly.
"Uhhhh . . ." I swiftly parried.
"Good morning!" he smirked.
"Good morning," I muttered.
We stared at each other.
"That all I'm going to say," he said.
"That's probably, uh, yeah, that's, yeah . . . good. That's good," I said.
He went to the train and I went upstairs.
Did I mention: COMPLETELY unsexy reasons?
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Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Did I mention: COMPLETELY unsexy reasons?
I keep thinking about this, and wondering if I dare. Well, like the Berenstain bears, I do dare!
What had you out so late? Are you all right?
- Mara
Sorry, Mara -- if I was gonna tell, I would've already.
(But nice work trying to pry it out of me with concern for my well-being. Clever -- but not clever enough!)
She came home at 6:20 in the morning because she left on her morning jog at 5:30. She jogs early because she runs in a skirt and yoga pants (and a top of course) and doesn't want anyone to see her. Usually she gets back from the 10 mile trot by 6am but was delayed by a train on the track going only 25 mi per hour (she runs on the tracks because they are ice free.)
oooooo, someone got deleted....
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