KaneOne night. Normally after one night with a woman, I'm lucky if I can even remember her name. It's almost unheard of that after that night that I keep thinking about her. I racked my brain and couldn't remember ever calling a girl the next day like I always promised I would. Usually I tossed her number in the trash can as soon as I got home. If I even get that far with it. Sometimes, I don't remember even asking for it.
But Anabelle – she was different. Really different and it was really doing a number on me. She got under my skin and without even meaning for it to, my mind kept going back to that night with her. I could be doing something like working on my bike or watching a game and then all of the sudden, I would get images of that night at my bar – with her on my table – popping i
