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I'm walking through the park in short black shorts, a long sleeve black zip up, sunglasses and a beach bag.

Soft melodies play through my iPod into the head phones in my ears, and I walk, enamored with the day and the sweetness of solitude.

On the sidewalk stands a young man with black curly hair and a beautiful grey dog. He stops and waits for me. When I reach him he says something and I pull out my headphones.

"I'm sorry, I have to ask you, are you of Russian or Polish decent?" He asks.

I laugh. "No, people tend to assume I am, but I'm actually Irish," I answer. It's not the first time I've been asked this.

I start to put on my headphones when he speaks again.

"I have one more question, this one's a bit wierder."

"What's that?" I'm hoping he's not planning on asking me out.

"I want to set you up with a friend of mine..." He says, a smile on his lips.

"Sorry, I'm actually seeing somebody." I reply.

"That's too bad, she's really hot..."

"She? Ohh...ya, well, sorry. Thanks though."

I put my headphones back on, in love with summer, the park, and conversations that come up with strangers when I'm feeling free.