I’ve been lying to myself and others every time I have said that I never found a blond gentleman attractive. Apparently, I forgot about Joe. I met Joe in 6th grade at McNichol Middle school, in PE class, which is the worst place for someone like me to make a first impression. I stood there, in black shorts and a black and gold shirt in the gravy air of South Florida, listening to the coach talk about timing us while we ran around the track once.