Ok, like I've lived as their neighbor for almost 40 years. She's a New Yorker
, 125th Street all the way. He's from the midwest
but really cool.
I never walked anywhere with them. (Unless you count going to the mailbox or up and down stairs to have dinner, try on clothes, and exchange shoes.)
Except for the couple of months when I needed a knee operation
and could only hobble a few feet at a time, the Mariner
and I walk everywhere.
Our first date was five hours of walking. Our second date was 12 hours of walking. Our third date was 11 hours of walking…OK Ok, so there was eating and drinking and occasional make-out sessions, but mostly walking.
And, no matter where we were going, I would always say, "Let's go the pretty way" and I would weave us in and out of quieter streets and small empty parks and nice avenues.
Just the other day, we all decided to go on a rare adventure together. It occurred to me, as we left the building, that we had never all walked down a street together.
"Let's go the pretty way," she said, and she wove us all in and out of quieter streets and small empty parks and nice avenues.
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