, mericdeth appeared confident and benevolent as she began striding into garden . it was as though central park , or at least this section of it . were hers alone and she felt a profound sense of civic pride for sharing it .
she also looked gogeous her beauty didn't stir me as it onece had . neither my brain nor my groin registered any attraction to her . i felt only the tiwce-removed presence of watching a familiar actress stepping onstage .
i'd already attened too many of merideth 's performances to fail to predict what would be coming next . my ex-wife was a thespian who , regardly of role , always ened up playing some version of herself .
i suspected she spotted me after she exited the town car - the bench i was sitting on was directly in her line of sight - but it took her a few additional seconds to ackowledge my presence across the garden . when she waved it was as though she had just pickedme out of crowd . there was no crowd , of course just me sitting alone on a bench in the shadow of an old tree .
i stod and returned her wave . she began walking toward me . about halfway to the bench she oved into a high -heeled-jog , near the eand of her run her urgency exploded , and she lengthened her stride . cynically , i wondered if she was tryping to make certain that i got a great view of her lovely legs .
i was also thionking that i could have been watching the final few frames of a commercial for a new women's razor .
she also looked gogeous her beauty didn't stir me as it onece had . neither my brain nor my groin registered any attraction to her . i felt only the tiwce-removed presence of watching a familiar actress stepping onstage .
i'd already attened too many of merideth 's performances to fail to predict what would be coming next . my ex-wife was a thespian who , regardly of role , always ened up playing some version of herself .
i suspected she spotted me after she exited the town car - the bench i was sitting on was directly in her line of sight - but it took her a few additional seconds to ackowledge my presence across the garden . when she waved it was as though she had just pickedme out of crowd . there was no crowd , of course just me sitting alone on a bench in the shadow of an old tree .
i stod and returned her wave . she began walking toward me . about halfway to the bench she oved into a high -heeled-jog , near the eand of her run her urgency exploded , and she lengthened her stride . cynically , i wondered if she was tryping to make certain that i got a great view of her lovely legs .
i was also thionking that i could have been watching the final few frames of a commercial for a new women's razor .
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