Notes
Super joggy blob Wednesday.
The dude who hates Trump but looks like a serious Trumper (complete with the classic monkey face beard) ---and who busted my preconceived stereotyping--- forced me to stop in the middle of my run to ask me out, demand that I set a time (I wouldn't), and then huffily just left his number on a card all while I'm, ya know, wearing a wedding band.
Alas. You can take the old white guy out of Cheatham County, but...
Bless his heart.