The Silverhaired man

It must be time to speak out about my new best friend.

I noticed that i had one the other day. I'm not sure if it was the screeching of the tires. Or the part where i heard my name yelled from across the street. (Hay! Liesa!)

But when i looked over (big mistake) i recognized a man whom i'd met in the area just a few days before. He'd asked me if i wanted to have a coffee with him, and when i accidentally scowled and looked perplexed, he'd given me his phone number and told me to have a nice day.

Now, all the part where we were complete strangers was gone, all the remained was that we were now bestest long lost friends and couldn't pass up the opportunity to have a chat in the middle of an intersection.

"I remember you." I said, worried.

He took it as enthusiasm. "How are you going?" He said with eagerness.

I suppose he wanted to guilt an answer out of me, i didn't have time to give one and he had to screech off because of the part of him that was holding up traffic.

"Isn't your home that way? I asked."
"YOUR home?" He looked around.

"No! Okay, chances are you'll run into me again." What? It's logical. I know, i know. I shouldn't have.
"Really?" He asks.

Unfortunately for me, he told me where he lives. And it's fairly close to my brothers' new house. I am on edge whenever i walk along that street. Along the edge of the precipice where it's either facing the part where i say "You're too old for me", or running.

I love to run.
I just remembered that men love the chase.