"I tried remembering that far back. I had no memory of any such kiss between us having occurred. I did remember kissing other girls at some of these p...arties, but not Joanne. I usually had a good memory too, a fact that had allowed me to do well enough in college to graduate without having studied overmuch."If she says it, I'd have to guess it happened. I just don't recall that kiss right now." Let me get right to the point, Kevin. Joanne needs to get married. She gave me a list of three men. A little while spent wandering had led me into the quieter backstreets, which is where I had stumbled across the bookshop.Examining the shop's interior, I see row upon row of bookshelves take up much of the floor space. Rather than leaving the room cramped, the close conditions as well as the low lighting and the smell of paper and leather lend the room a cosy feel. A small desk sits just before the first stack of shelving facing the entrance. The desk is currently empty, but a steaming mug on. This resulted in a most frustrating morning ofsitting in Amelia's room (and trying to ignore her discarded nightie inthe wash-basket and all its horrible portentous meaning), and findingmyself truly emotional at the thought of my saved game being lost forever.I should, of course, have used the opportunity to ween myself off thegame, but finding myself with the kind of addiction other weaknesses haveclinics for, and suspecting that Amelia's time with the game was at anend, I instead found myself. We work at the same company in different departments. Our paths cross in the hallways, break room and the other usual places. We got to the same happy hours and other events. She’s really terrific looking for a woman ten years older than me. I’ve tried to initiate a little off-work fun, but it’s been a no-go. She won’t date anyone from the same company, even though we sometimes go to the movies or meet for lunch. I have definitely been classified in the ‘Let’s be friends’ category. I’ve just.