September 10, 2009

Dear Diary,

We're back to the betterment ideology today. That is to say that I have tried my hand at 3 new recipes in the past 2 days, and I've run 9 miles this week (broken up over 3 days). Tonight's run had the added benefit of it being a last-minute flirt night at the boardwalk.

I know I've talked about the game and probably left the impression that I am a pro at flirting. I am not. It's hard enough for me to be bold enough to make eye-contact, Diary. But when you're running, somehow it's a little easier. And for some reason guys seem to take more notice when you're running past. So I used that tonight. Thankfully, one guy (a cast member at the Boardwalk) even forgot he was helping another guy lifting large kiosks, and he just stopped, smiled, and watched as I ran past the two of them. ...Much to the annoyance of the guy holding the other end of the kiosk.

I must reiterate that this is not an everyday occurrance. I wish I was good at the flirting thing. When I told you about flirt night from the start, apparently some have mistaken me for being bold enough to "plant one" on the balloon guy. Here is evidence above that it does happen. But it was not I who kissed him. Just clarifying.

So I'll continue the running and the culinary improvement. And wait in anticipation for whatever tomorrow holds...