When an old friend came back to town looking for me. Well the old me, I knew I had to make him join the flock. He knocked at my door. When I openned the door, he took a couple of steps back, and looked at my house again. I bet he thought he had the wrong address. He then said “Hi, is John home?”, he didn’t recognize me, and how could he? A few months ago I wasn’t a hot bimbo. “No, but he said he would come back soon. Hi I am Amber” I told him. “Hi, Mike. Do you mind if I wait for him here?” he said, to which I just replied, “nope, not at all”. I invited him in, and asked him to wait in the living room.