Saturday, I was to meet this woman at Metropolis (for the first time). When I stepped inside, a woman waiting at the counter turned, smiled at me and came toward me, as i said, “Rhonda?” (Not just as a courtesy, but because I couldn’t believe this was her. She didn’t look like her photo). But she said “yes” and shook my hand. We chatted– awkward small talk– as I was trying to get over the fact that she was NOTHING like I thought she’d be. And she was tall and lanky and her voice was odd. Too low. She even looked … Continue reading →