Once again, there she was. I noticed her steady, confident strides. I noticed her bronzed, toned legs. I noticed her lean, cut shoulders. I noticed he... returning my gaze, and grinning. Lastly, I noticed the man with her, carrying 4 bags with designer labels as she pressed the button of the elevator. Tourists. Neither of us knew it yet, but we were about to become closer. Much closer. My entire dinner was a fight with my imagination. Relaxing was not coming easy with flashes of her in my memory.. " Like asking you what you do for a living?" she asked."No," I said. "Guys get nervous when a girl asks that kind of question. It tells them that you are looking for someone who has enough money to afford you. And believe me, unless he's an arrogant fool, no man will think he can afford you. That's why people developed the lame introductions they use like 'What sign are you?' It a subject to talk about without being too personal. Unfortunately, it doesn't reveal anything about the person. You. My mind was racing; I couldn’t believe what I’d just seen. A senior, the senior that used to hate me, finger fucking herself, in her bathroom, and looking at me like nothing was wrong! I couldn’t focus. At the same moment I heard her come into the room with a towel covering her body. She looked at me, and said,“I saw you looking at me bitch. What you think I’m stupid?” In the angriest voice I’d ever heard her speak in.“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I-“She cut me off,“Shut up you little slut.”. "I hope you don't mind Julie but I've been meaning to ask you somethingfor a while..." Julie looked at me patiently as she started to chop limesup. "I just, I - my only real memory of you from before was a ratherdrunk but pleasant guy who nearly threw up on Abbie's and my weddingcake." Julie seemed to blush a bit at this and bowed her head sheepishly."How does one get from there, to well..." I trailed off, struggling for agood way to put it as my hands gestured lamely towards her."A sissy girl.