my dragon kite

today i solicited my ex- for date #3, knowing full well that nothing would come of it. in fact, my attempts at little dates is over. i just wanted to do this because i had been looking forward to some of the dates i had planned. there's a park not too from where we lived together and there's ducks you can feed. i read someone's review of it. they had a good time. it seemed almost romantic. i thought, yes, i want this. then of course it wasn't as fun or as nice as i thought it would be. then i combined another date idea i had, one that she had been pushing for: flying kites. i took her to the beach so we could fly some kites we bought a year or two ago. she had been wanting to do that for awhile but once we bought the kites we never even opened them. we set them up at the beach and flew them. i don't think i've flown a kite since elementary school. mine was lifting off better than hers so i said we should switch and i'll get hers up high like mine. well i don't know what happened but next thing you know i'm not holding on anymore and the kite is getting away from me. i yell "oh shit!" and run. run like i've never fucking run before. run like forrest gump. run like carl lewis. run like my pants are on fire. luckily the wind didn't take the kite away and the string was being dragged along the sand. just when i think i'll catch up to it because the kite had stopped, the wind grabbed hold of it again. it landed in the parking lot. i had to untangle that thing. i'm really surprised that i was able to run that fast (or at least it felt like it) and that i didn't break out into an asthma attack.