I used to live a block away from Green Lake in Seattle.

There were two paths around the lake. One was wide and paved, the other was a thin dirt path that went through the trees and around the edge.

In the summer, all the pretty girls would come out. Many would dress in tiny revealing outfits, and run or walk around the the wide path.

But a smaller number would dress in clothes that provided free movement, and they would run, focused eyes fixed ahead, around the small outer path.

THOSE were the women who interested me.

So much so, I married one. Once i could catch her...