Nothin' But A Number?

That night at the castle with the 25 year old was one of the last we spent together. (See "Blood On The Tracks" in October archives if you weren't privy to the astonishing tale the first time around. Its a good read, if I do say so myself.)

It was just one of those things...girl and boy stumble upon one another in cyberspace, hang out a little, make out a lot, go to boy's relative's Christian nuptials on their third date, and then about two weeks later, girl and boy both wake up one morning and realize that there's really not much happening between them now and there probably will be even less happening later, so an unspoken and mutual decision to cut bait is made. Boy rides off into the dawn on his super hot motorcycle, neither boy nor girl ever verbally acknowledging that this is the last time they'll see one another. The two never speak or email again. And neither really care.

Then one rainy evening almost four months later, girl comes home from work to see something propped up against her front door. Boy has returned a book that was borrowed (and long since forgotten) during their short-lived, PG-13 affair. Accompanying book is a note written in painfully small blank ink on even painfully smaller notebook paper of the ilk that only a boy would ever possess. Behind it, a photo of boy and girl, arms entwined, at aforementioned nuptials.

Damn, he was really sorta cute.

Now, if only I could remember how old I told him I was.