And then I discover the actual benefits to regular exercise.

It's stories like these that lead to people asking me "How do you do that Reggie?"
I don't know.
I just do.
Is it charm?
Is it luck?
Are planetary alignments involved?
Does it have anything to do with me being an Asian that has size 11 shoes?
Read through and come up with your own theory as to how I make new friends.

Last week I started jogging regularly again.
Partially to test out my knee strength.
Mostly to see if I can get back into shape and start acting full-time again.

I'm approaching mile three of my run/sprint/walk.
Being weighed down by the cassette-tape walkman I carry with me during my jogs I find myself at a leisurely point of my run.
A brunette vision of blurry beauty flies past me.
Maybe it's hunting instincts.
Maybe it's testosterone telling me I can't look weak in front of women.
Regardless of the actual reason, I find myself sprinting after her.
I'm thankful the stoplights around here are my friend.
A redlight helps me catch up to her.

Heavy breathing on my part, I send a smile her way as I walk up next to her.
She sends a smile back my way.
"Wow."
"Wow?"
"Your smile took my breath away... that or the block I just jogged."
She laughs.
I feel slightly more confident that I actually might have personality when my looks fade.
Introductions are made, we converse and jog, all the way back to her apartment complex.
I happened to be 2/3 done with my jog.
She just started her jog.
Gotta love motivational elements.

Having to ice my knee for half the day was worth it.
I guess.
Got a number.
Barely 20.
Got a jogging/hike buddy.

I truly do lead a boring life.

Can I?

How can I go on
Knowing I sleep alone again?
There's an emptiness in my soul.
Can you help me fill it please?

Can I
Get your number?
(I feel so alone.)

Please choose me.
(I'm so, so lonely.)

How 'bout your name?
(I wasn't really paying attention the first time you mentioned it)

My bad.

Truthfully,
Your smile is all I need.
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Generally, this is what you'll get from me if you ask me to pull a poem/serenade from out of nowhere for you.
Other actually serious pieces are still on my editor's table.

So I came back to the pad after a bar outing to clear my mind and I notice that it's been cleaned.
Well, clean for a bachelor pad.

As I recycled alcohol from the night's festivities into the toilet, I noticed that the toilet had gotten a makeover.
Completely spotless...

There's a woman in the apartment!

I'm glad my interest in mystery shows growing up have paid off.
Other roomie/buddy invited a lady friend over while we were out an' about.

On a sidenote: I really want to have my own little bachelor pad again.
Kinda over the adventure of sleeping on couches.

First post of 2011.
Anything amazing or profound to be found in this one?

Nope.

Just a thought I came up with the other day:
It's hard to bloom late when you're a weed.