Not that I would do that. She looked around the restaurant looking a little uneasy, and I stood up and walked over to her. ‘Sherry?’ I asked. ‘Y...s, Larry?’ She asked, sticking out her hand. ‘Yes,’ I responded, shaking her hand, and noticing that she had a strong grip. Dinner was excellent, and the conversation was fine, if a little labored at first. Sherry was, as advertised, nice, smart and had a subtle, cutting sense of humor. I liked her, although I didn’t feel that same easy rapport that I. ”She said, “Let me get this right: She’s maybe two months away from her BSEE, close to getting her pilot’s license, she’s absolutely beautiful, and the best player on the field today. Did I miss anything?”I said, “Ruth, I don’t know what to tell you. I’m an electrical engineer, so I’m supposed to be kinda smart. Whatever my IQ is, I’m pretty sure hers is twice that. She tells me she likes soccer because it’s fun. If all this is stunning to YOU, then welcome to my world. She stuns me the same. The chatterwas how ridiculous and i 2000 nsane this professor was plus it was most ofeveryone's last class before the break.The middle aged balding professor was his usual five minutes late. Hescanned the room to see most of us were in attendance. "People, today yourtest is worth fifty points. You already have thirty five of them forattending today's class and signing your name at the top. The next fifteenshould be a breeze. If not, you should ask yourself what the hell are youdoing in college.. We met in a small coffee shop and I was enticed my your dark eyes and beautiful smile. We flirted that day, exchanged numbers, talked a few times and then life just split us apart. Now you are a world famous author and you came back into my life when you strolled into my publishing house looking for a new publisher. I wonder how I am doing in this interview.I felt a soft kiss on my cheek releasing me from my memories and thoughts to see your smiling face and gorgeous eyes looking down on.