Boy Meets Girl...

This doesn't have a happy ending, which I didn't see coming, but I also never knew it was beginning either.

Summer 2010

I was taking my last set of math classes.

I was really struggling.

Complex Variables.

I was drowning, so I called out for help.

She answered, well she walked up to me and told me she could help me out.

We exchanged email addresses (I don't even remember getting her phone number.)

So I started talking to her after class.

She would stop for a smoke, and I'd sit nearby and talk to her about anything, everything.

I thought she was a little crazy.

Smart too.

Did I mention the curly hair?

Or the magnificent bosom?

Yeah, well we'd talk, then start walking downtown, the 10 blocks to her train and to my bus.

We did this after every class.

It was the best 20 minutes of my day.