I've been heading out to the Indian Creek Trails after work on days when I don't have to go to class. It's a lot of fun. Anyhow... I'm usually by myself with my music. Today, however, was a little bit different. About 2 songs into it my run, I glanced up and saw a black lab coming from the bushes.
Now initially, he gave me a bit of a start. But I saw pretty quickly that he was friendly. He ended up following me for the majority of my run. It was nice to have some company. I began to worry about him though. Where did he come from? Would he follow me all the way to my car? Could I leave him alone in the park and still be able to live with myself? What if he got lost or hurt?
Of course, I've got an overactive imagination and I'm a little pathetic. My mind began to wander while I ran next to the dog. We'd been running together for about 10 minutes and I already had written a Meg Ryan movie in my head. You know the type. Boy has dog. Boy's dog runs away, girl finds dog, calls the number on the collar, meets boy. Boy turns out to be handsome, smart, sensitive but still manly, pretty much perfect. Girl and boy fall in love but then have to overcome some sort of obstacle (maybe Gonzo and the dog don't get along, or the guy finds out that I don't really like dogs). Eventually there's a happily ever after.
In my version of the movie, Demetri Martin plays the dog owner. I don't know though, I wouldn't want him to "sell out". I would settle for George Clooney. Anyhow, that's how it would go if it were a movie.
I never got to find out how it would go in real life because as we were running on the part of the trail that goes by the street, a silver SUV pulled over. I stopped to make sure that the dog stopped, because I knew what was going on. What we had here, was a dog owner. Out of the car stepped a pretty good looking guy. For a moment I thought that this could be like the movie afterall! Of course, then I remembered that while in a move, the star on a run would have a slight glow, a friendly smile, and and would barely be fatigued. I, on the other hand, was disheveled, with messy hair, and I likely had eyeliner running down my face with the sweat. Who knows what this guy saw. Anyhow, he thanked me, took his dog (who's name was Beau) and was on his way.
I suppose I'll live out my chick flick love story another day.
P.S: Confession time. I was tempted to quote both Taylor Swift AND Miley Cyrus in my title to this post. Of course, I would have been doing it ironically and not genuinely. I had to nearly physically restrain myself.
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