I never thought we would see each other again. Well, maybe I did it in the "fantasy land" part of my mind, which resides alongside my successful career as a Pixar animator and my lavish life after hitting the lottery. Our last meeting was brief. I was too busy perfecting my ability to slam a ping pong ball into a red Solo cup to give you the attention you needed. One day I left abruptly, I withdrew completely. And yet, here we are again. The importance for me of trying again is obvious; I need to progress with you, expand my opportunities in life and excel. Yes, life would be manageable without you, but now I understand how much better it will be with you. I pull into the parking lot at 6:15 p.m. Forty-five minutes earlier? It's only then that I realize I'm a little more impatient than I had previously imagined. How many seconds are there in a minute? Certainly not sixty; every minute seems like an hour. Thirty minutes pass until I finally decide to get out of the car. The night is clear and humid, and I can already feel the curls of my hair curling, despite the three layers of ...