Jim's Blog

My Dearest Jaywalker

It's been several days since our meeting and in my quiet moments my thoughts often run to when our paths crossed. When I first laid my eyes upon you, you were like any other woman in the crowd. I soon realized that you were far different than the others. You have a reckless abandon that is revered in the old and feared in the young.

I know that we shared an emotional connection - hearts racing, adrenaline pumping, thoughts madly flying though our heads so quickly that physical reactions were but a snails pace compared to them. Sitting here, I can't even picture your face. All I remember is a mess of dirty blond hair as you boldly decided to dash out into traffic while looking in the opposite direction. Me calling out to you, slowing as I passed you, steering left so that we would not meet in a lovers embrace of bicycle, spandex and pants suit. Just as Rose's drowning of Jack in Titanic saved them both, your reaction of making yourself as narrow as possible saved us.

Not everyone can make emotional connections so quickly and walk away without looking back, but you could. I'll remember our time together and I hope that the next time that you step out into traffic half way between intersections without looking, you'll be able to make another connection with someone else. But hang in there, because ones of these times it won't be with a bicycle and they won't just make an emotional connection with you. They'll make a embrace that will knock you off your feet and leave such an impression on you that it'll be there for the rest of your life.

Or you could look both freaking ways before crossing the street.