He was handsome. Nearly six feet and one hundred seventy pounds of lean muscle. Dark brown hair and chocolate eyes that a girl could lose herself in. He was shouting, “Hey! Evelyn, is it you?” Coming out of the temporary daze I answer, “No!” Coming closer still he saw his mistake and apologizes that he mistook me for someone else. At five feet and one-half inch and weighing in at eighty-nine pounds; I was used to hearing lines from boys and men; even while assuming it was just a line, I was flattered to be noticed by him, if only for just a moment.