In my first blog post I mentioned an intersection near my house where I saw a very attractive woman running. I checked my watch and whenever I go for a run, I make sure to run past at the same time.

I haven’t seen her, but I continue to stop at the intersection to tighten my shoe laces and stretch just in case she comes along.

I was doing this during my last run when a homeowner came out and started wheeling his trash container away. He turned and said. “Are you waiting for your gang friends?”

“No, I’m not a gang-member.”

He started toward his house again, then stopped. “Are you looking for cars to steal”

“No, just taking a break from my run – doing a little stretching.”

He started toward his house and turned around yet again. “Good luck seeing her. She runs past often enough. I’m sure you’ll catch her one of these times.”

As he walked away, my jaw hung open. How did he know? He must have seen me that first day.