There I was raising the greatest monument to Love this side of the Seine. And there she was, moving like the wind through a mountain range.
I could really feel it now and before it got too obvious, I spun on my heels and tried my best to dance some distance away from her so I could calm down.
But there she was, following me!
She must have thought it was part of the dance because she shadowed my every step, even if I was waddling away like a duck with an erection.
It was cruel, in a way. The relentlessness of it all.
Quickly, think of something unexciting.
The relationship between interest rates and house prices during periods of fiscal inflation.
Houston, we have touch down.
I turned around, sweating from the eternal battle between mind and body. And there she was, again, still, smiling.
"Hey, I'm Cassie"
"Oh, hi. I'm Tim"
I found out that she was part of a ballet troupe here in Ostrava, part of the theatre, actually. She had been out here for the better part of four years but the way she spoke made it seem like she left England yesterday.