i was flying home from a business trip in l.a. monday evening, a very clear day. as the plane descended somewhere over the peninsula, maybe redwood city, i saw you jogging at the side of the bay. you had a great apple shaped ass in those nice lycra running shorts. your shorts were red and your hair brown. you of course did not see me. i got in my car at the airport and drove along the water to no avail. do you run every day? if you are reading this please email this successful business man. i would like to wine and dine you in my russian hill neighborhood.