We met on the most improbable of days: February 14th, when love zaps through the air and a single lady's best bet for having a date is to 1) already be seeing somebody or 2) fabricate a romance out of some drunken encounter in a bar or at a singles party. Neither applied to me, and so I was on a solo hike in the hills surrounding Los Angeles.
Starting on the trail, I saw him up ahead: Tallish, ruffled hair, determined gait. I liked the way his back looked through his threadbare t-shirt. Sure of himself, but gentle. I decided he seemed kind.