I froze up. This morning's briefcase hottie, Josh, was standing right outside the park. He was standing right across my house. What the hell?, I wondered.

"It's a good thing you didn't run over me," I said in an attempt to defuse the tension I was feeling.

"So this will haunt me forever, won't it?" he said and he smiled, while he was coming closer.

"Of course not. As long as it won't happen again," I replied, smiling back at him. That man was totally handsome. Yet, it was kind of creepy to meet him twice in one day. Especially that day of all days.

"So, is it a date? Tomorrow at ten?" he asked. I could feel the anticipation in his tone.

"About tomorrow..." I started saying. "Something came up at work and I can't make it."

"What about tonight then?" he asked. Crap, I thought.

"I'm sorry, but I'm tired. Can we reschedule it for tomorrow at six in the evening?" I asked.

"Listen, I don't want to intrude if there's something else going on," he said.

"Oh, no. There's nothing going on," I replied. "So, tomorrow at six?" I asked.

"Yes. Tomorrow at six," he said, and a huge smile covered his face. I saw him moving towards the park, hoping that he wouldn't stay there for long. It was almost eight o'clock.

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