It was a glorious day. The sun was shining. Flowers were in full bloom. Cats were sunbathing. Most importantly, women were out running. Harvey yawned and sat on a bench in the park. "Life is good."
Tank tops, running shorts, skorts. All these things were apart of his routine after work. Everyday, he bought some chocolate milk, went to the park, and ogled the women. Why did he do it? Because they women were hot and he didn't have the courage to approach them. That was okay. He was fine just watching, thinking of things that would never happen.
He reached for his chocolate milk and took a big sip. After overcoming the brain freeze, he said, "Oh yeah. That's good stuff."
Then, he saw her. She was five-foot-six with bronze skin and black hair done in shoulder length pigtails. Her legs were long, her shorts were short, and her top was little more than a white bra. She was a regular runner in the park and it made his day when she would trot past without a care in the world.
Today was different, though. She wasn't just trotting past. She was coming toward the bench, looking at him. Oh no. He stared too long, too hard, and too often. Now she was coming to confront him. It was time to leave.
As he was standing to go, she asked, "Leaving already? What's wrong? Did you run out of drool?"
"I don't what any trouble," he said. "I just want to enjoy the park in peace."
"You mean you really want to enjoy all the scantily-clad women," she said. "I see you here everyday, looking at any woman that passes by, myself included."
Maybe he could still play dumb. "I don't know want you're talking about."
"Relax," she said. "It's okay to admit it. Better that sitting here like a creeper." She sat down. "Come on. Sit."
Reluctantly, he did.
"So, which girl do you like the most?"
He stiffened. Was she serious? There's no way he could take to her about stuff like that. "I don't know," he said nervously. "There's so many cute ones."
She chuckled. "Stop being so weird about it. Let tell you a secret. A lot of these girls are single. Some of them are looking for a good guy."
He refused to believe it. "Really?"
"Yeah, sure. Give it a try."
"I don't know. I'm not sure if any of them will talk to me."
"Hello," she said. "There's a runner girl sitting right next to you. Practice makes perfect."
Was this okay? Was this really okay? There was no telling when or if he would ever talk to another hot woman again. He'd go for it. "Hey! Nice ass!"
She giggled. "Bzzt! Try again."
Okay. "I like your like legs."
"Wrong," she laughed.
He'd never talked to a woman before. He was at a loss. "That rack, though."
"This rack is attached to a woman who has a name," she said. "You may want to start by asking want it is."
It was worth try. "So, what's your name?"
"I'm Stacy," she answered. "You?"
"Harvey," he answered.
"Okay, nice. Do you run, Harvey?"
"Not like you."
"So how often do you run?"
"Maybe twice a year," he said.
She looked at him in disbelief. "Really? You seem to be in such good shape. You must have a good diet."
He conversed with her for a few hours with her, the longest he'd talked to any woman besides his mother. He learned much about her and told her a lot about herself. It almost felt like she was interested in him. Should he go for it? Why not? "So...do you wanna have sex?"
"What?" she laughed. "I can't believe you asked that. But, I do like your honesty. No BS, just straight to the point. Try again after a few dates."
Was it true? "You want to go out with me?"
She nodded. "You're not a bad guy. I've got nothing to lose. Neither do you. You're going to have to start running, though."
It was hard to believe. He went from not being able to talk to a woman to dating the hottest runner in the park. He didn't have to run game or pretend he was bigger than he was. All he had to do was meet her halfway. "I guess it's time to get some running shorts."
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