But it seems that open souls are attracted to the statue of Andrew Jackson, or perhaps the stone St. Louis Cathedral. Perhaps it’s the free flowing ...lcohol in the city, the air from the river, the simple charming beauty of the promenade or just the reputation of the city but there is something to there that opens hearts and spreads ankles.Case in point, it was when I was taking my usual detour from the riverside to my big-for-New-Orleans but objectively tiny Royal Street apartment tht I met. “You should have seen the look on your face!” she teased, hooking her pinky into mine and squeezing, the only sign of affection we allowed ourselves in public. “I thought you were about to pee your panties.” “You’re so mean, Stacy.” I stuck my tongue out at her for emphasis, both of us breaking out in peals of girlish laughter, much to the amusement of the thinning tide of students around us as we marched, side by side, to our next class. o-O-o “Think you can stay the night?” We’d met up. The appearance was beautifully perfect for a wedding. The organist played soft music. It felt elegant.Not unexpectedly the wedding didn't start on time. It was fifteen after the hour when the prelude music started and the bride's and groom's attendants made their way down the aisle. The groom looked nervous and excited. They were reasonable emotions.There was pause and then the organist played loudly. Everyone rose as the bride went down the center aisle. I couldn't help but smile at the sight. " But..." Ssh."She tugged me over to the steps and after a quick slosh to get most of my stuff off herself and me, we climbed out and took a cool shower at the side of the house and stretched out in the shade. Emily cut me off when I started to apologize again."Daniel, stop it. It's OK. It happened. You didn't hurt me."She leaned toward me and I hoped for another kiss on the lips and another taste of her mouth, but she dodged my mouth and kissed my cheek."Let's just relax for a bit."Her eyes.