At first glance, you would not suspect that Ramona was a hardcore ass freak. She was sitting next to me in the lounge of our local Starbucks, reclined back on a comfortable chair, diddling with her smart phone. She looked to be about 25 years old, with straight brunette hair to her shoulders, a pretty face behind white rimmed glasses, dressed in a hoodie and a skirt, colorful leggings and Converse sneakers. In other words, like almost every other run of the mill Bohemian millennial, cute and approachable, and probably ten years younger than me.
I struck up a conversation about something, and within a few minutes we were chatting like old friends. Her name was Ramona, she was a part time office assistant, part time student studying business at community college, she lived with two roommates in a cheap flat close by, she was occasionally bi-, she was currently single, and she loved cats. After gleaning that in ten minutes and telling her similar demographic information about myself, we ended up walking out to a local park behind the coffee shop.