Second Attempt at Love

What’s your name? This big hairy man with a ripped jacket on asked me.

He looked like he crawled out from underneath a log.

Raven, I replied.

Raven like the bird.

No Raven like a fox, yes, Raven like a bird. What other Raven is there?

I like her, Rob said to his friend Brian.

She can come.

Who the hell does he think he is? He thinks I’m the pick of the litter.

That’s Rob, he’s the top dog in this town, and yes, he always gets the pick of the litter.

Well not this puppy!

Rob and I ended up spending a lot of forced time together.

Brian and Heather were dating, and Rob and I were their best friends.

Rob taught me many things, like.

LOYALITY

PATIENCE

WHAT TRUE LOVE IS and

NEVER JUDGE A BOOK BY IT’S COVER