A pretty girl asked me the other day what I liked to do for fun.
At one time the answer would have involved witty-indifference, conceit, or a variety of pretentious vodkas.
Honesty was the second or third option in my pursuit of self promotion.
That day though… Eight years sober, immeasurably wiser, and in the best shape of my life… the truth flowed easily.
“I like to ride my bikes,” I told her.
“Cool,” she said.
At one time the answer would have involved witty-indifference, conceit, or a variety of pretentious vodkas.
Honesty was the second or third option in my pursuit of self promotion.
That day though… Eight years sober, immeasurably wiser, and in the best shape of my life… the truth flowed easily.
“I like to ride my bikes,” I told her.
“Cool,” she said.
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