The knock comes suddenly and I start from the couch. I wasn’t expecting you this early and I rush to the door. I brush my hair back and fix my ruffled shirt. I look awful after that impromptu nap. “Just hug her, just hug her”, I tell myself. You knock again and I realize I have my hand on the knob, but haven’t turned it yet. I unlock the door and finally turn the knob. The door opens quickly in front of you. I expect you to be looking me up and down, checking me out because you could never get me to send you a picture, but your eyes are locked solidly with mine. I find that I am not looking you over either, though I know how shapely and beautiful … Read entire article »