This is a piece from the old entry I made back in May 2002. I'm continuing the story now, as I've promised.

So... to another day at the park. This time, I go just to stay for an hour, and then head uptown to watch a movie. I sit on a grassy area and just watch the scenery, while listening to the background noise around me. It's so nice to just sit here doing absolutely nothing. Then I make a phone call to someone who I haven't spoken to in a little while... about 2 weeks. After about 45 min, I get off the phone and sit on the grass doing nothing again. A group of 3 place their things near me and begin throwing a frisbee around. It reminds me of volleyball on the beach, I don't know why. The frisbee accidentally comes my way and falls right next to me. I throw it back to the people playing. "Thanks," one hollers. "Hey, you wanna play with us? Lisa won't play," another guy asks. "Ummm... sure." So I get off my ass and begin playing with the guys. Lisa is sitting on the floor making comments. After playing for about 10 minutes...

8/31/02 entry... the NEW one!... FINALLY!>
... I decide that I want to get a move on. I thank the people for a fun, brief game, and I go on my way. When I walk away, I approach see a crowd of rollerbladers and skaters. They're there almost everyday. I watch for awhile, and I catch the eyes of a dreadlock-haired man. He winks. Okay, this is no attraction- or chemistry- making here. This man is old... like in his 30s. Anyways... he skates away. I continue watching, and notice that someone is besides me. Turns out to be our dreadlock-haird man. He smiles. Says hi. Then introduces himself. "Hi, I'm Derek." "Hi, Minerva." He asks me where my rollerblades are... assuming that I have them. And of course I do! However, at this moment and day, I am not wearing them. He tells me that he's been skating for 15 years, and that he comes every Saturday, sometimes Sundays. I say that I try to come at least once a week. He asks me what I'm doing here... where... I wonder. In the park or the city. I say, "I come here to study because it's so nice outside." "What're you studying?" "Hospitality." He gives me a funny look. "Hospitality? Isn't that something you're born with? You're going to school for that?" I laugh. "No... it's really hotel, travel, and tourism management. I just say hospitality b/c it's quicker." "Oooh...okay. I see. That makes more sense." I wonder if it really does for him. But I don't question it because he's a tall guy. "Well, I have to go now. Maybe I'll see you around," I say. "What're you doing tonight..." he asks me. Ummm... I think...