The Eleventh First Date
Beth sat halfway up the steps to the Lincoln Memorial, retying her sneakers and keeping her eyes peeled for Ian, the self-proclaimed fitness junky that she was meeting for their morning running date. It was so early that a foggy mist had settled over the Reflecting Pool, and while the breeze was cool, Beth knew it would quickly warm up to be a sticky, muggy day. She scanned the runners who were stretching, warming up, and jugging up and down the steps for someone who looked like Ian’s profile. Someone with buzzed dark hair who would be wearing a Georgetown tank
Jen had told her she was crazy for, one, getting up so early over the summer, and two, for agreeing to go out with someone who thought running would be an ideal date. “How are you supposed to talk when...
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