She was smart, attractive and athletic. We'd just watched a movie with some friends, snuggling comfortably on the couch. I hadn't kissed her yet, but was sure that night was the night. As we stood close together on her doorstep she blurted out, "Kilgore, I really like you and I want to kiss you! I'm just worried that if I kiss you I'll like you too much!" A zillion alarm bells went off in my head. "That's fine. I understand," I told her, shaking her hand goodnight. I never spoke to her again.