Rammymatic

How do these stories usually start? "There I was, minding my own business, when she walked in..." I am not usually one to begin a life story with a cliché, but history makes simpletons of us all. There I was, at a fur meet in Pullen Park. Floating around from one group to another, having a gay old time. That was when she walked up. I had to do the usual furry thing to a new person attending their first meet. Say hi. Introduce them around. Exchange hugs. How was anyone to know it was just the first of innumerable hugs to follow. I am a bit of a social butterfly, so she wound up following me around like a lost puppy. She didn't get discou