Its kind of odd how we managed to get together. I met her back in '96 when I was dating her best friend Andi, and after Andi and I split a few months later I fell out of contact with Anita. Then at the ass end of '97 I saw her walking around the campass at Mesa Community College (where I was "attending" at the time)and called out to her, "Hey, Chiquita!"
She pretty much instantly realized who it was, Me being the only one who refered to her as such, and we spent a small amount of time catchin' up.It was then that the notion of having her first entered My Mind...

It had been a couple months after that when I would see her again, this time with her wanker fool boyfriend. He prissed and preened to Me over his new car, some over-rated set of wheels for the geriatric gummer in us all (or maybe just in him), and I considered once more the idea of hooking up with his woman. Well, not that night.

Fast-forward to May '99. Thinking of her out of the blue, I went on a rampage through My yuppie-book in search of her number. The only number I had was old and out of order, but still somehow manage to contact her. I drove to her house before work, and upon seeing her called out, "Hey, pigphuker!"
We really did not have much time to hang out, and I drove her to her place of occupation at that time, but we determined to hang out sometime. I eventually took her to go see the movie Go!, then walked around talking. We had an interesting conversation concerning the notion of breaking into the ZGallery and having sex (not with each other, specifically...remember, we were just friends hangin' out) on their beautiful beds. If you have ever been to the ZGallery, then you have probably had the same fantasy!

Not long after that episode we started hanging out together more and more, until the night of a party My old roomate (Sally) was throwing. I was quite pickled, and had a little congregation of friends and what not kickin' it with Me in My room when Anita showed up. She brought Me some Amaretto cherries...yum...but best of all, she was dressed as a little devil chickie! Cute little (little!) red dress, red stockings, and horns! Mad flirting went on back and forth, and by the end of the night, when everyone was gone...well, we didn't get up to any naughtiness, but we were set as a "couple". Damn, a couple, and it only took a little over three years.