There was a little restaurant not far from my house. I stopped in there after I had completed my round of shopping. A lot of people from my old high school were home for the Thanksgiving holiday. As I walked into the restaurant, I noticed a young woman that I also dated in high school sitting alone in a booth. I walked over to where she was sitting.
“Hi, do you remember me?” I asked.
She looked up and smiled. “Of course, I remember you, David. How have you been?”
“May I sit down?” I inquired.
“Yes, please,” she responded.
I was racking my brain for her name. I had dated her before Emily. As soon as Emily and I began to date, I did not bother to call her anymore. I was surprised that she was being so sociable, considering how badly I had treated her. Finally, her name came to me. H
