It was a quarter to 3 in the morning when my car started to sputter, then stalled on a remote stretch of road in Coto de Caza. You were the chivalrous knight in shining armor who gallantly came to my rescue. I was hysterical—until you calmed me down. Later that same day, we met secretly at a different location. We talked for hours about alien abduction, Shakespeare, Kubrick—and unadulterated romance. Everything from oral copulation to Sodom and Gomorrah. And even though I never asked you your name (and vice versa), it would be hard for me to ever forget you. Thank you, stranger, for fixing more than my car.
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