My random relationships

I like the random relationships I have built up with people I don't know, and will never know.

Ok, don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything to do with promiscuity or that sort of thing.

Let me explain. There's the guy I meet when I run at night. We meet at almost the same point on the road every time, as if we are orchestrating this meeting.

He's a big burly guy, he uses public transport (which distinguishes him from 99% of the males in Perth). He wears a red and black plaid overcoat. He has a round face, little hair, and a friendly face. We always smile at each other at the same time, he tips his hat, and then we go on. He to whatever his home is, I to the rest of the run, and the run back.

I don't want to know him anymore than that. Yet I look forward to seeing that burly figure walking down that path, I feel good and happy to see him. I'll miss him if I don't see him.

Maybe I know a part of him, no-one else knows about, I observe him on that long, tired walk home after, perhaps a difficult day at work.

So you see, I have a relationship with him of sorts, even though I don't know, or maybe want to know his name. That he is the big, burly friendly guy is enough.

I am reassured, he's coming back safe home, he's there to smile at, and all is well in the world.

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