By George Nagel
She was gorgeous, outgoing, and popular.
So he was shocked when she, smiling, approached him after class. “Hi. I’m Maizy.”
A pause.
“And your name is . . .?”
“Oh. Uh… Jonny.”
“I saw you petting that black dog the other day.”
“Oh. Yeah. I like dogs. Um—cats, too.”
She said, frowning, “My boyfriend threw a stick at that same dog.”
“Oh no.”
“I—I just don’t know many men who like animals.”
A pause.
“Jonny, you want to get a coffee?”
