I was kissing a boy on the roof of the Plaza hotel. He'd successfully tracked me down in NYC because of my unique first name. A native of NYC, he knew how to get up to the catwalks. I was impressed. And had fun kissing him up there - it was our first kiss. I had thought it was a one night fluke - carried away by the romance of the night. But it turned out he was serious about me. I was thrill, and we got together for good, well for a while, by February - at a Valentine's party me and my housemates hosted.
I'm grateful for the memory, Scooter!