This, of course, became my job. I was the one who had to gather all the necessary releases right down to the janitor’s dept. (I guess that was in ca...e I threw up and they had to clean up after me). Well, I finally got all the signed permissions and then the hard part started. One condition of my going into the O.R. was that I had to attend a series of classes to prepare me for the stark reality of cutting into a human body. I sat through hours upon hours of graphic films so that I would know. "Wow. I was just being nice. I only meant it in a friendly way, but forget it. I'm drunk, so ignore me and we'll get back to not speaking again," I answer, picking up my drink. "Although you've approached me, just like the last time." I don't understand you!" she says, raising her voice. "One minute, you're all over me, then the next, you're pushing me away, telling me to move on. Now you're trying it on again. You could have said anything, but you chose my shoes. What the hell am I supposed to. To the exclusive express elevator we go up to her apartment. It was flashy but in a good way.“Oh come dear, let’s get out of these clothes and take a bath.” This bathroom was larger than my whole trailer. “Be careful not to wet your hair or rub your face sweetie. The dressing area is over here.” I follow her. Seems like a lost puppy but my head is spinning from all this.She opens these two large French doors to reveal a ‘closet’ that is a clothing store, shoe store, and accessories store. I waited for the next train and within 2 minutes it arrived already crammed with passengers looking as fed up as I felt. I managed to squeeze onto the train as the doors closed behind me and with a jolt the train moved away. It was impossible not to have bodily contact with those closest to you in this situation and over the years I have had many a hard on when "accidentally" rubbing up against women crushed against me. Some of them knew and played the game moving in time with the train feeling.