So, being the good girlfriend I am, I sent him pics and let him guess where I was. Not entirely what he'd meant, but hey. Turned out that he couldn't appreciate the route I had picked out. Go figure.
What do you say?
Anyway, let's not mention I nearly shat my running shorts when taking the last pic. Some drunk-ass guy suddenly popped out of nowhere behind me and asked if I needed help. I think I broke my own record, so fast I ran away. Damn earphones, I just didn't hear him approach.
In other news, I'm still feeling restless and G.'s refusing to entertain me. Apparently, Temptation Island is more important at the moment. Oh well, maybe, I'll go for a midnight run. :)