Looking back at when Amy and I crossed the bridge in Manhattan I wasn't so sure why we were so brave to cross. The bridge was unsteady and tigers roamed underneath it. I don't know maybe Amy's brunnete hair and the way she seemed so trusting made my blonde hair really make me fall into the blonde stereotype, but I was ready to cross this bridge. Maybe then she would consider dating me. Boy, was I wrong. It was like she was the tiger herself luring me into her den.
