Of all the Gin joints in all the towns, in all the world.... She walks into mine. The Eighty-Two is where we met. We crossed paths only to start a relationship that neither of us ever dreamed would get this far. I (Huberth), in case you did not know. Made the first move. I walked over to this cute little thang wearing a crop top crew neck sweater and hit her with a pickup line that could sell ice to a polar bear. "Oye Mami, Pero como tu tas", I uttered. She swooned. The deed was done. She responded, "Hola Papi", in her American accent.

We chatted through the night. The small talk about what brought her out to that night and what she likes to do for fun filled my consciousness. She explained she was practicing Vegetarianism at the time.... I knew I would put an end to that. A row in the denseness of the crowd began to build. People pushing left and right, fighting words spilling from people's mouths. There in the cloud of despair I see the culprit. A person I had to defend. I looked at Shaina and told her, "It saddens me that I must go but before I do, can I take you out next Friday on a Date (I said date because people saying hangout is so confusing).

Of course, she agreed and gave me her contact. As I was escorted off the premises of the Eighty-two that night, riled up, frantic, nervous. I left her a text, apologizing for the tom foolery that occurred and that I looked forward to seeing her. We have never stopped talking since that day. A tale of heroism and love. All in a day's work for a man like myself. Shes lucky she found me, and I remind her every day. For only she can say she has me too.