This whole Harpy thing I must admit started as a mean and cruel thing. It has evolved into something of its own. I don’t claim to be an expert on women. To be honest I have a hard time with women. But I know what I like. And this woman I like.

She is a very beautiful woman. But what is beauty? How do you gauge such a thing? Its very simple, beauty is said to be in the eye of the beholder. To mine eye she is just that. She is smart and she has a passion that I admire. I enjoy her company. And there is just something about her I can’t properly describe with words. Its like this: I look at her picture and smile. Its as simple as that, take it as you will. I in fact I miss her now that I do not work with her any longer.

First time I met her was at some bar where we had been celebrating someone leaving the hotel. Everyone that was there was well on into being drunk. At some point in the night this cute redhead I had noticed came up and asked me to dance. Later I saw that she was working at the hotel in the restaurant. I remember when I ran into her there I acted like I hadn’t remembered her. I don’t know why I did that. Because I did remember her. Point is that she just has something about her I can’t put into words. She goes away to school in July. So if the fates decree that that friendship we have comes to end then I have more than a few fond memories that will bring a chuckle to me if I think about them. No doubt about it she is enchanting.

Let me say one more time I do not mean this as an insult (except maybe for Monica). This is my way of saying I have met some pretty extraordinary women in my life up to now. And it has been a honor just to know them.