My elementary school district used to have weekend classes for the gifted and talented. At one, this girl was sitting in a desk diagonally in front of me. We kept sneaking glances at each other. When we had to break off into pairs, she turned and said, "I feel like I know you." The assignment, whatever it was meant to teach long forgotten, was to bind us in mock-handcuffs made of yarn, so we'd have to figure out how to twist our hands, wrists, and arms to free ourselves. I got us disqualified by letting friction do the easy work. We never saw each other again after that seven hour period. It's weird, but we really were drawn together. I don't think it was meant to be or anything, as I don't believe in religion or fatalism. Yet there was this thin, palpable connection between us, which I thought was so weird at the time because I'm still very shy and awkward. I'm sorry that this doesn't go anywhere.