Even though they disappoint me, I love girls. I love the way they smell, and the way they looked, and the way they move. And I really loved how the girl in front of me was jogging. She passed me as I was coming to the end of my run along Highbridge Park" which is more of a dump site than park for Washington Heights. As the girl moved in front of me, I noted her strong stride, but it was her resplendent ass that gave me a hard pace. I closed my eyes and imagined her bare and beautiful in front of me. Before I opened them, the girl has stopped abruptly and I bounced into her. “Oh, sorry,” I said automatically, as I stumbled away from her. She steps away and studies me for a moment, but doesn’t look irritated. “I’m not,” she answers.
