"Yeah.  Relevancy comes clear in a minute.  At any rate, I was fool enough one day to pour out my heart to Cecily.  She told me I was nothing to her, that I was beneath her.  I went out into the street, sobbing, tearing up my poems, and crashed into this rather tall, imposing stranger on the street.  I yelled at him, thinking nothing of it, kept going.  Found a nice quiet alleyway, settled down to finish ripping up every poem I had ever written.  The stranger showed up in the alleyway.  Started talking to me.  Sexiest voice I had ever heard.  Kept talking.  Got closer, and closer, and god help me, he managed to get me in his arms and kissed me."