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Not my problem. I'll let someone else rescue the mysterious case. I'm not risking an unexpected swim!
I have to get to work, anyway....
Whoa! Some guy just ran up, jumped into the river, and grabbed the case! He's a sharp dresser, nice hair, my age. And now his snappy clothes are ruined.
I ask him if there's anything I can do to help. He's very gracious. He says no, he's fine. He dropped the case off a bridge a mile away and has been following it, trying to get it. It contains his mother's ashes, you see.
Really? This is like something out of a romantic comedy. That's what I'm thinking. And...that's what he says out loud, at almost the exact same moment.
Whoa.
We're still talking. I should be getting to work. He should be getting to wherever he's going. But we're still talking.
He's really nice. And he gets my jokes and laughs at the right moments. His name is Francis.
This isn't really happening. You don't just meet the man of your dreams out of the blue! I have to pull myself out of my silly fantasies. I tell him I have to get to work. He's sorry he kept me. But he gives me his number.
I'm going to call that number later today. And I might ask him if he wants to meet up sometime, or let him ask me. Maybe nothing will happen. Maybe everything will happen. I know better than to assume anything...
...but all the events of today seemed designed to make me and him meet each other. I have to admit, I'm feeling less skeptical than normal.
I think Shirley might just have won our bet. And I don't even mind....
I have to get to work, anyway....
Whoa! Some guy just ran up, jumped into the river, and grabbed the case! He's a sharp dresser, nice hair, my age. And now his snappy clothes are ruined.
I ask him if there's anything I can do to help. He's very gracious. He says no, he's fine. He dropped the case off a bridge a mile away and has been following it, trying to get it. It contains his mother's ashes, you see.
Really? This is like something out of a romantic comedy. That's what I'm thinking. And...that's what he says out loud, at almost the exact same moment.
Whoa.
We're still talking. I should be getting to work. He should be getting to wherever he's going. But we're still talking.
He's really nice. And he gets my jokes and laughs at the right moments. His name is Francis.
This isn't really happening. You don't just meet the man of your dreams out of the blue! I have to pull myself out of my silly fantasies. I tell him I have to get to work. He's sorry he kept me. But he gives me his number.
I'm going to call that number later today. And I might ask him if he wants to meet up sometime, or let him ask me. Maybe nothing will happen. Maybe everything will happen. I know better than to assume anything...
...but all the events of today seemed designed to make me and him meet each other. I have to admit, I'm feeling less skeptical than normal.
I think Shirley might just have won our bet. And I don't even mind....
