Not for one moment did I kid myself that the reason I wanted to go out last night was because I was hoping to see that most beautiful of women again, I am not too proud to admit it. I didn’t have any fantasies about her, and I didn’t engage in dream scenarios in the hopes they might come true. To be honest, all I wanted was to enjoy the feeling of being smitten again. I haven’t felt like that since university in California, which was a long time ago, and it didn’t end happily.
So I dolled myself up a bit, simply because I could, borrowed my sister’s high heels (one of the famously many she owns), and headed out.
Of course, bicycling with high heels is not as easy as it may sound, so when I arrived at the Gilded Butterfly I was cursing the golden sunshine that was making me sweat even bef
