“Skinny ones?”“Ha ha,” she said. “DNA, you know, those little squiggly helix things.”“Right, squiggly things. Yours squiggle pretty good....”“I know. Way it is; you play what you’re dealt. Good hand.”“You’re new, right? How do you like our school?”“OK, what’s the phrase, run of the mill? I got here late last winter, early March, last marking period I guess.”“Really, didn’t see you? School’s top rated you know, best around.”“Can’t always be sure of what rises to the top.” She offered me an. My masculinity was being challenged, so I kept trying.There was a breakthrough at an office party. It was an after-work affair at a local club for drinks and hors d'oeuvres. The booze was flowing and everyone was in high spirits, including Angie. It was a tough situation watching the male staff buzzing around her like drones on their queen. I was the drone that wasn't included.Fortified with three martinis, I gathered up the courage to ask Angie for a date. She said, "Sure," like when you agree. Then one day it was a Saturday evening. I had completed my biology practical exam and was going back to my classroom. On the way back, I found her sitting alone completing the class attendance list. She noticed me coming that way, looking through the window. I smiled back. She waved her hand and said “Krishna, come here ” I obliged and went inside.She was in a red saree and wearing a thin gold chain around her neck which made her sexier, I was simply staring at her when she said: “Sit down, I’m. Glancing back however found that it was not a person at all, just another angel. This one kneeling with hands pressed palms together to pray with a peaceful expression upon it's face. As she got nearer, giggling softly at her own fear the moment before, found that is what drew her to it. It was peaceful. Not many others she had seen where. Stooping down in front of it she studied it's face, hard to tell if it was female or male. Having committed, hopefully, that visage to memory she moved to.