I have fond memories of the summer of '89. While walking around the arts fest, my eyes connected with the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. The breeze gently blew her blonde hair, the maroon lipstick shimmering in the sunlight, her blue eyes just entranced me. I'd like to say that I approached her with a suave and sophisticated manner, but in reality I was a bumbling teenage mess. She took pity on me. She wiped the drool from my chin, brushed the hair from my eyes, and smiled. As she took my hand, we spent the day walking and talking, talking and walking. We ended up at the Lion Shrine just as the sun was setting. My heart was racing, my palms were sweaty. I pulled her close, and kissed her lips. After a long sensual kiss, she said "Roy, please take me home and make me feel like a woman". The trip to my apartment seemed to take so long. We got inside the door, and didn't even make it past the kitchen. From there, I granted her wish, and made her feel like a real woman as she cooked me dinner, and massaged my tired feet.