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him with a "Thank you so much."   He ran off. When I was walking away, I heard my heels tapping on the hard floor.  To me, that sounds so sexy! I started thinking how Regina's feet had been in my boots before. For some reason, I liked that.
     
    --- THURSDAY MARCH 22 --- Chemistry works both ways
     
    At work, I could hardly focus. Never had an acquaintance affected me so much. We hardly knew each other.  I didn’t even know her last name until Tucker handed it over last night: Regina Baker.
     
    But you know how chemistry is chemistry? That's what it was. There was this connection between us. I never had a friend with that much instant chemistry. I sure hope it doesn't bomb out and turn ugly. Usually, when things go too fast, they either peter out or crash and burn. That's happened lots of times in the past with “friends”.
     
    One time I had this fast and furious friendship with a girl at work. I thought we were going to be best buds and I would finally have someone to hang out with besides Victoria. But when push came to shove over an incident at the office, she fucking lied and blamed me.  So the sparks of chemistry flew even stronger in reverse. It was war!! In a no holds barred attack, I played the game just right so the bitch got fired in front of the whole office. You can do a lot of things, but you can never fuck me. I fight back… smarter!!
     
    The point is, I hope the chemistry I have with Regina doesn't show its flip side. I really don't want to have an intense reversal. But somehow, Regina feels different. Our connection feels more sincere and deep… for all the two hours I have known her!  Regina Baker, I'm going to call you right now!
     
    Crap. She didn't answer. Bitch!  (just kidding).  Still, hearing her voice on the voicemail was satisfying. I left the message: "Thanks for taking the trouble to come by the yoga studio. Tucker seems like a great kid. So sorry I couldn't make it to ice cream. I look forward to seeing you again."  But what I really wanted to say was "Sorry I didn't want to go to ice cream, but you are fucking with my head and I don't want to seem like I desperately need a friend that bad... and I was pissed at you for being away from yoga."
     
    --- FRIDAY MARCH 23 --- A walk in the park
     
    After work, I had a load of laundry in my arms when my phone rang. When I saw the caller I.D. my heart raced. I leapt for the phone… but didn't answer. I didn’t want Regina to think that I was enthusiastically awaiting contact from her.  Even though there is absolutely no basis for my interest in her, I never remember wanting a friend as much as I wanted it with Regina.
     
    A few seconds later, the phone indicated a voice message had been left. Of course I listened to it right away: "Meg, this is Regina. I'm all clear from Tucker and I need to speak to you in person as soon as you are available.  Please call back."   What the hell did she want? I couldn't read her tone.  Was she going to burn me? Was she going to ask for a favor? What's with all the urgency? What's wrong with me? Why am I acting like such an idiot?
     
    I didn't want to call her so I texted her to meet me at South Park, this cool little park south of Market St. that actually feels like a slice of Paris. She texted right back and said she'd see me there in a half hour. I thought, "This ought to be interesting."  I wore tennis shoes and a baggy sweatshirt to make it seem like I didn't make a fuss about seeing her again.  I really wasn’t looking forward to some kind of reverse chemistry dismissal.
     
    I arrived at the park first. About two minutes later, I see Regina pulling right up on an electric Vespa. I could tell right away it was electric. There is no sound. Duh.
     
    But more importantly, what most people don't know about me is that I have a very strong mechanical mind. Growing up, my dad would be home for two weeks, then away for two weeks flying his trips. But when he was home, he used to teach me