It was really nice seeing West again after all those years. Back in high school he was my super crush and the first guy who actually liked me under my drab get up, kinky hair and untweezed eyebrows. He was a football star and was kind of popular, but he liked me...shy old me. Even though we never shared anything more than holding hands, it was that kind of teenage affair that made me want to go to school everyday so I could see my boy toy. I was everything virgin back then, the awkward type...more like Anna Hathaway in “Princess Diaries”. Well time and age happened, and I moved away, got waxed and a perm, put Victoria’s push up bras to good use and came back sluttier than a prostitute in winter. And who do I meet up with? West. Looking everything as fine...even better than I imagined back then.

I was back in town and looking for an apartment so I solicited his services to help me. He was practically dragging at my feet and I can say, I did enjoy it very much. Looking back I saw why I liked him so much. He was so willing, and the same charm was there. The chemistry was palpable, laughing, sharing jokes, brushing shoulders as we walked. We enjoyed each other’s company as though it were old times. It was refreshing. And even though I was not back looking for a reason to be talking on my phone at nights, I didn't mind that we were flowing.