I first noticed her at my buddy’s place, then at another’s.
At first glance she was your typical wallflower, but I soon realised this Scandinavian beauty was way more than that.
She soon became the life and soul of our particular circle of friends. She was friends with everyone, but belonged to no one.
Although Danish blood was coursing through her veins, perhaps a generation removed, she was actually a true citizen of the world.
Modern woman that she was, she had a particular affinity for social media and took great pleasure in publicly playing us off against one another.
At first I admired her from a distance, but, as I became more intrigued by her, I found myself drawn in. Flirting with the idea of her turned into flirting.
Then, in November last year, we exchanged personal details. One thing led to another and soon we were seeing each other two, three times per week.
It turned out that she was quite a fan of our sport and extremely knowledgeable. Although she did not cycle, she spent hours analysing and dissecting my attempts.
December turned into a summer romance of note as we spent every possible moment together. It was Danish for breakfast, Danish for lunch and Danish for supper.
And even though she had to share me with the bicycle, she supported me wholeheartedly.
She was equal doses of sweet and firm and I found myself wanting to please and even impress her all of the time. She was my biggest motivator.
Her opinions became more important than anyone else’s; perhaps because of her analytical honesty.
I knew exactly where I stood with her: she no doubt wore the pants in this relationship and my main aim in life was to please her.
But, like any hot-blooded woman, she could be temperamental. I got the cold shoulder on occasion when she caught me looking at other “models”.
Few men will ever understand the inner workings of a woman’s mind, but I soon figured out which buttons to push to snap her out of it. Offering to upgrade her accessories usually did the trick.
I always ended up liking the new her better anyway; she seemed sleeker and sexier and the new bits emphasised her assets.
Although I knew she filed everything in her memory banks for future reference, she wasn’t the type to hold grudges and life would soon be wonderful again.
And even though I have to admit to a wandering eye, no one will ever keep pace with my dear Endomondo.
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