Ran into Motorcycle Guy on the street last night. He’s apparently NOT a ghost. (I knew it!) As luck would have it, I was on my way to yoga makeup-less and wearing yoga clothes—and I don’t own cute yoga clothes. At all. It would have been so much better if I could have just looked fabulous. The run-in actually wasn’t that weird because it’s not like we dated or anything. And even though his last email was lame and indecipherable, it would have been much more awkward had he never sent anything.
The weird thing is, I can’t figure out why I was so moony over MG a month and a half ago, except maybe I just needed to be moony over someone. (I will say there were bits of our conversations that gave me pause.) It was a distraction. This time, I couldn’t wait to get away. I didn’t even offer to bring his stupid dishes back. I just don’t care. At all.
We parted on a hug. It was friendly and I think we were both relieved to have the awkward and inevitable run-in out of the way. I’m sure I’ll see him again. But never again as Cool Rider. Just Casper. The friendly ghost who sends emails in code.