Snacks From the Butler's Pantry

It feels good to ride my bicycle through my old neighborhood. I remember the freedom I felt when I would ride as a kid. Two attractive young ladies pass me, also on their bikes, and I wave. I feel like I recognize them from somewhere.

I meet up with some friends from my gym, and together, we ride down a rocky mountain path. They look like the guys from the children's TV show The Wiggles. My bike keeps sliding out of control, and The Wiggles make fun of me for taking a road bike on such a rugged path.

I arrive at the beach, park my bike, and walk around looking for a good spot to post up. Campers or squatters have set up tents on the sand. I peek in one of the tents, and see a huge, leashed brown bear stretching and baying. I find this amusing, and smile at his owner. The man must be a rich collector of exotic animals. I see his wife outside, playing with a full grown seal. I spend some time with her, playing with the seal as if it were a dog. It moves surprisingly well out of water, and can outrun me as we play. I can't read it's body language well. I'm scared I will misinterpret it's aggressiveness for playfulness and get bitten.

I continue down the beach, and see the two bike riding girls from earlier. One of them has great style, and I feel like I knew her somewhere. Maybe from college, or my childhood. I try to chat her up, but she seems apprehensive, and her friend is very rude. She keeps just staring at me, sadly and expectantly, with her huge brown eyes. I must look like a total dork with my bike helmet on and my pant leg rolled up to stay out of the chain. I clean up in the bathroom, trying to make myself look like my normal, hip self. The familiar girl joins me, and we casually undress to shower together.

As we wait for the water to heat up, she stops and tells me we probably should not pursue anything romantic or sexual. We have differing ideas of what love means. I ask how she could even know my attitude on love. She recounts several of my personal experiences back to me in detail. I can't believe she knows so much about me. When I question her, she says she knows me from an online community. What a coincidence. I ask DV or MM? She says her name is Whitney, and she is a member at DV. I tell her I'm RB, but I can tell she already knows who I am. She replies, uncomfortably, "I know who you are." I wonder if this is just a coincidence, or if she was somehow stalking me.