The Art of Waiting

I can remember my first date like it was yesterday. It was a sweltering hot Sunday afternoon in the middle of July, and we decided to go to the zoo. My fantasies of a cute afternoon spent strolling, laughing, and chatting were soon completely squashed. My hair was falling flat and lifeless from the intense humidity, and the crowds of people made it so we had to walk single file a la elementary school…not exactly romantic. During the date, I thought it would be fun to go on the carousel together.

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