I’m not going to lie and say that when I first saw Angie I was in love with her, because I wasn’t. We were in high school, and I was probably caught up some other girl, so it’s likely she didn’t register much. I must have noticed her on some level, I guess, because I can still imagine what she looked like then, although maybe that image in my mind is just pure fantasy. Anyways, what I remember of her then, imagined or not, still keeps me up some nights. She was gorgeous. All sex without being obvious, and all innocence without coming across as naive. She had long, dark…