”I nodded and sat at the table while Patty brought me a plate. “I know. What they did though, it was some of the most personal attacks. I’d real...y been hoping they’d come to me and clear the air so we COULD be friends again. Sitting down and telling me they were willing to forgive me was one slap in the face too many.”“Well, you need friends,” Patty said gently. “As smart as you are, you still can’t get by without other people.”I nodded. “I have friends,” I said, thinking about the girls. I. .. what didhe hear Samus call it? A cleaver window? Something like that. The skirtreached down to around Link's ankles, with several layers of petticoatsbuilt in. The sleeves reached around the middle of Link's upper arm, withlarge puffy globes the size of Link's head with big loveheartsembroidered onto it.Mentally screaming, Link unzipped the back and stepped into the dress,pulling it up and slipping his hands in the sleeves. He carefullyadjusted it until it looked right, his cleaver window. The room was mostly full of men. Old and young. There were a few couples quietly talking to each other and also scanning the room. I was the only single female there. I suddenly felt like I imagine a rabbit must feel like when confronted with a pack of dogs. As I sat sipping my vodka an older gentleman came over to talk to me. He was nice to chat to, but I knew I wasn't interested in fucking him. I planned on taking my time that night, picking the best of the bunch for myself. After a while,. But that's the only clue I can give you. I hope you won't judge me harshly. Perhaps we can converse this way."That started an e-mail conversation. I liked her. I think she liked me. Then one day the conversation took a wholly unexpected, on my part, turn."Dear Secret Admirer, Ok. Since it's not looks, send me a photo." Dear Beautiful Natana, Nice try dear one. A photo. Ok here's a photo of San Francisco. I often have dreams of us together in San Francisco. We have dinner at a nice restaurant..