I have a recurring dream* where, while doing a triathlon, I can’t find my shoes

They are in a pile with everyone else’s shoes at T2 [one of those “let’s have fun” angles that triathlon directors throw in from time to time]. I meet a cute girl, searching for her sneakers, and within seconds we’re smitten with each other

It’s not long before we’re having sex in a Florida condo stairwell







* "Dream? If you say so"