I had seen him out jogging
before. Every evening around 7:00 as a matter of fact for the past two weeks. Nike shorts with a white tank
(always a white tank), sometimes on and sometimes tucked into the back of his waistband. His body glistened with sweat in the late evening sun. He had well shaped legs from the bottom of his loose shorts down to the white socks bunched up around his ankles in Nike sneakers. I always notice legs
on a guy, and eyes
too. I couldn't see his. He wore a dark blue bandana
tied around his forehead (like I wear my pink one) to hold the hair out of his eyes. What color were they?
I wanted to know.
I watched him from the bench I rested on each night after my own run, still breathing hard, wanting to go up and talk to him, but too shy to try. I tried thinking up ways to work up the nerve.
Maybe, I could push my run later and accidentally bump into him? Nah, that would be too lame. He'ld see right through that! How about...Hey! Are you a Nike representative or somethin? ACK! Foolish girl, you can do better than that.
So now, here I wait sweating like a pig determined to finally say something instead of sitting in a moonlike trance swigging water from a sport bottle and eyeing him as he jogs by.
Almost 7:00, he'll be coming soon, I hope. THINK girl, before you let another opportunity slip away.
Ah! He's got a puppy with him today! YES! My in! I can play with the puppy nonchalantly. He won't guess it's about him and not the dog! Woo-hoo!
My heart thunders in my ears as I smile and crouch down to catch the puppy's eye. She immediately stops in her tracks to investigate thereby stopping HIM as well.
Hi, I'm Sophie. What's her name? I ask as I stroke the soft puppy ears and look up into smiling green eyes, crinkled at the corners, and framed in golden brown hair bathed in the light of the setting sun.