It was a masquerade ball. Everyone had a mask on. You danced with someone and they were very kind and polite and he had a heavy Italian accent. You had an emergency and rushed home. As you rode home you kept thinking how it was a night to remember.

The next day a man went around asking for the girl who he danced with. He had a ring that only fit her finger. He came to you.

“Hello, I’m Romeo, may you please try this ring on. It belongs to a woman who I can’t stop thinking of.”