Love At First Flight

I'm pretty sure I had one of those moments. I'm running at the lake this evening, on mile number three, heading around the amphitheatre. Two women are walking on the track with food in their hands, heading toward the amphitheatre. One has on an NC State t-shirt. The other is in a nice shirt and slacks, like she's just left one of the office buildings around the area. She is stunning. Short brown hair, gorgeous face with a fantastic smile. I am smitten.

Hot. Sweaty. Stinky. Not necessarily the way I want to approach a woman for the first time, but I can't not talk to her if I ever see her again. I hope she eats out there regularly.