A memory. I met Nadia earlier this year. It was winter, I was cold, and I needed something (someone) to take the chill from my soul. Nadia arrived at the bar and she was striking, otherworldly, singularly sexy. I may have felt like a feeble middle-aged man at this point. But we talked about me and she was curious, and we talked about her and she was interesting. We moved on from the crowd, to a quieter room and different memories, and Nadia was beautiful for the whole night through.