Cindy Twice
The first time I met Cindy for the first time was breathtaking. The second time I met her for the first time was heartbreaking. Let's back up a bit, shall we? I was always a bit of a contrarian. Part of my nature, I suppose. I discovered early on that when someone told me I would do so-and-so, I would go out of my way to ensure it would not happen. Example: I read, in about fourth grade, that a right-handed man will invariably put his left leg in his pants first. So what do you suppose I...