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Let me tell you about this creeper…
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
It’s Saturday evening. Nicole and I are out walking the streets of downtown Greenville. It’s just after dinner time and the sidewalks are packed with people, young and old, enjoying the city and the first taste of fall weather.
It was a special night for us. Nicole’s birthday was the day before, so we decided to celebrate — just the two of us — on a date night for only the third time since our newest son was born 14 months ago.
We’re strolling on the sidewalk, she’s holding onto my arm and she has her shoulder buried into my armpit because “don’t judge, it’s so warm under here.”
A few moments later, we hear a young-ish woman (maybe early twenties) behind us. A loud-talker amongst the crowd whose voice catches both of our attention.
The woman says:
“Omg, let me tell you about this creeper at work…”
“He’s 30. Divorced. Has kids.”
To be honest, I don’t remember much of what she said after that.
In my own head, I was busy checking off the boxes while she was rambling on.
✔️ Im 34
✔️ Divorced
