It has been at least two years since I was in the old neighborhood. It hasn't changed much, the same bodega on the corner, the same buildings. I had decided to take a walk; I called in sick because I didn't feel like sitting in an all day meeting. Our Monday meeting lasts all day, and it is normally a forum for my boss to drone on and on about himself. I now live about two miles from the old neighborhood.
I was dressed in my gym gear, sweatpants, sweatshirt and sneakers. I heard a familiar voice and turned around. It was my old neighbor; it had been about 3 years since we moved out of our first apartment after we got married and almost 2 years since I had last seen her. Time had moved on very quickly, one child later and a bigger house to deal with it was good to see an old familiar face again; and get a feeling of nostalgia wash over me. She crossed the empty street and tried to give me a big hug but I backed away. It was great to see Liz again, she'd put on some weight but she was still beautiful. She was quickly shocked and I quickly explained that I didn't want to explain her perfume all over my clothes. I married a protective woman, who knows that I love to fuck.