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		<title>XXX &#8211; Walk this Way</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[After writing the previous post yesterday, I went downtown to walk around and enjoy the lovely river music.&#160; I had to park on the far side of South Main street.&#160; So, I made my way up Main street.&#160; I stopped &#8230; <a href="http://jeffersondavis.us/2008/08/xxx-walk-this-way/">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<!-- Start Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><!-- End Shareaholic LikeButtonSetTop Automatic --><p>After writing the <a href="http://jeffersondavis.us/2008/08/american/">previous post</a> yesterday, I went <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jeffersondavis/sets/72157601949534976/">downtown</a> to walk around and enjoy the lovely river music.&#160; I had to park on the far side of South Main street.&#160; So, I made my way up Main street.&#160; I stopped in a few shops to speak to friends, and continued on my walk up to the top of north Main St.&#160; I live in a very mountainous area.&#160; There’s about a 150 metre elevation difference between the lower part of downtown and the upper part.</p>
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<p>Anyway, I took a few shots along the way up and started back down the other side.&#160; When I reached the City Hall Plaza, I caught the glimpse of a young lady in the crowd approaching me.&#160; I knew the bow in her hair, and the blouse she was donning.&#160; I knew the walk and the fake laugh.&#160; It was my ex girlfriend downtown with another guy.</p>
<p>So, I panicked and slowed to a turtles pace until I could figure out what to do.&#160; “What am I going to say…What am I going to say???”&#160; I cerebrated over and over while trying not to be obvious.&#160; I sped up a wee bit but still didn’t have anything worthy to say.&#160; Something marvellous came over me, and a huge smile overtook my countenance.&#160; </p>
<p>Just before we met in the gang of people, she leaned over and whispered something to him.&#160; I looked straight ahead, as we passed one another.&#160; A huge burst of laughter spilled out of my mouth. I couldn’t restrain it.&#160; I stopped to catch my breath, and her boyfriend (I reckon) spun around and gave me that South Carolina go to hell look.&#160; I smiled and muttered, &quot;Ah, fair play to ya&quot;.</p>
<p> <a title="Bluegrass on the Reedy by JeffersonDavis, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jeffersondavis/2761963476/"><img height="342" alt="Bluegrass on the Reedy" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3118/2761963476_999ac43e93.jpg" width="500" /></a>
<p>She proceeded to pull out her lipstick and smile.&#160; I can only guess she was hoping to see a fight.&#160; Given her demeanor and the time we spent together, she would&#8217;ve loved for two men to fight over her.&#160; What woman wouldn&#8217;t?&#160;&#160; <img src='http://jeffersondavis.us/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>&quot;What the hell is that supposed to mean&quot;, he demanded with nostrils flared.</p>
<p>The strange thing was that I wasn&#8217;t mad nor scared.&#160; Of course, he was small boned like me but about six inches shorter.&#160; </p>
<p>Laughingly, I yanked a cigar out of my shirt pocket, tore the wrapping off of it, and proceeded to light it up in front of him.&#160; Then, I said, &quot;What I meant was better you than me, pal&quot;.</p>
<p>He turned around and muttered something like, &quot;I aught to kick his ass&quot;.</p>
<p>She grabbed him by the hand and they continued walking.&#160; </p>
<p>People were whispering and snickering throughout the plaza.&#160; It was a grand end to a rotten day.&#160; How was your day?</p>
<p>P.S.:&#160; I know that I wasn&#8217;t going to post so many personal stories in the future, but I just had to post this one due to the humour of the situation.&#160; I&#8217;m quite proud of myself.&#160; I could have decked him without ever uttering a word.&#160; But, she would have liked that.&#160;&#160; <img src='http://jeffersondavis.us/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p> <a title="Water Steps by JeffersonDavis, on Flickr" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/jeffersondavis/2761966348/"><img height="500" alt="Water Steps" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3107/2761966348_423bdd2e4f.jpg" width="342" /></a></p>
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