I still remember that night at the Plaza. We were both young, but so in love. Let me tell you, she was really something. Cool, demure, and quietly sophisticated on the outside, but when we were alone, she smoldered with an intensity that lit up the entire lower East Side. One night, she was so hot that people two rooms down got third degree burns.
Alas, we differed on certain things. She thought OJ was innocent, Jim Jones was misunderstood, and CR66 really was very religious. I just couldn't get past those things, so we went our separate ways.