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    Saturday, April 21, 2007

    Only I Meet Random People on a Daily Basis

    Camille likes to make fun of me because a lot of the people I meet and hang around I've met completely at random. I might just start talking to them when standing around drinking coffee, or in my store, or wherever.

    Today wasn't any different.

    It was a beautiful day, first nice day we've had in a while, and I decided that, even though I'm sick, I'd go for a bike ride up the road and back. I stopped in and had a pop with Jer up the road on my way back, and then continued on my way home. A few cars passed me and I thought nothing of it, because really, why would I?

    Then this car, same car as mine actually, slows down beside me, the guy says something like "It's a nice day for a bike ride, eh?" and I say "Sure is!" I assume he wants directions or something. So I kinda stop, he stops and starts talking to me, starting up a conversation. I'm not really sure what to do at this point, because mainly, I'm terrible at telling people to leave me alone.

    He pulls over up ahead and we start talking. I basically get this guy's whole life story! His name is Al (hahaha made me think of Allan, the principal up in Mt. Forest that loves me because we have the "same" name) and he's a water purification systems salesperson, and owns his own moving company in London, which is where he lives. He saw Conestoga Lake for the first time today, and took pictures of it. Also, his ex girlfriend is the daughter of the first woman who worked at the Labatt brewery in London, and they dated for 3 years. I got a lesson on water, and learned all about how me biking while sick is good for me.

    What I don't understand is why someone would pull over to talk to a girl on a bike. Especially since it's not like I look GOOD while sweating and huffing and puffing my way up the road.

    But for some reason I gave this random dude my REAL number, I never do that, and got his. He also gave me his email, apparently I might want to email him? Who knows. I guess I figured that since I'm leaving for Ottawa in a few days I'm safe....

    I don't expect this to go anywhere. I'm not interested in someone with the same name as me who drives the same car as me....

    Weird. Just weird.

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