Sandy Feet

Tonight was interesting. As I was heading home tonight, I stopped at a red light next 2 two young police men going off duty. Well it was on Forest Ave, so you know how long those lights are, especially at night.

I suppose they could see I was upset, so one knocked on my window. I was slightly afraid that they were going to give me a ticket for throwing my phone across the car. Apparently not. The brunette (Nick) asked me if I was okay. Men seem to do that. You're crying and yet they ask if you're okay. Oh well. Anyway I ended up having coffee with them at McDonalds. It was really weird. Have you ever discussed your man issues with young male police officers? Then the blonde one, Aaron, walked me back to my car after and said something like "you seem like a really great girl, you deserve better" and wrote down his number.

Can I just say this weirded me out? Not because he gave me his number, but because his words reminded me of someone elses words a long time ago. Needless to say I threw out the number when I got home.

That was after I went to the beach though. I walked down the street barefoot. Let me tell you. It was cold and wet. I had a flashback to post prom junior year. It was cold and wet that year too, but I don't remember being very cold. Then again, I never am when...

I wrote in the sand, but the tide will probably wash it away before anyone sees.