A Giant Leap

There was some jumping going on in my kitchen just now.

There was a brief cell phone conversation. There was definitely some sassy quipping. A date was made. And afterwards, there was jumping. Much of it.

It has been months since a phone conversation was actually worth defying gravity over.

However, reports that the jumper may also have squealed like a ten year old girl are misleading. A ten year old girl probably would have squealed something other than, "FUCKING finally!!"

Nor would a ten year old have then returned to her couch to finish a bottle of red wine and watch the sex scene in Unfaithful until her roommate came home.

Probably.

Anyway the important thing is the jumping. And the date.