not a weirdo

A very flattering moment yesterday...was sitting on a bench reading, sipping on a chai latte, decompressing for a few minutes before heading back to the grind. A guy rode by on a bike, turned around, came back, and asked me if I'd like some company. I smiled, said, "Nah, I'm good...but thanks." He asked if I was sure, then we wished each other a great day and he rode off.

Later, as I'm walking back to the office, he comes out of the bike shop next door [timing, eh?]. He sees me, we smile, and he says, "I'm not a weirdo...I thought you were pretty, and looked like someone I'd like to know." We chat a bit, trade names, then off we go.

A nice interlude in a hectic day...