So here's a NYC story for you . . . Yes, in the day, Marash Girl lived and studied and worked in New York City. While she was attending Columiba University Graduate School, it was recommended that she apply for the position of guidance counselor in Yonkers, New York. Calling in to Yonkers from New York City, she experienced a "dead space" where she heard folks chatting, but no ring tone. She hung up and tried again the next day. Again, the same thing happened. On her third try, she decided to ask the folks on the line what was going on. They explained that this was indeed a "dead zone", an empty "meeting place" which they had encountered while trying to dial into Yonkers from New York City. We decided to meet daily, which we did, in this dead telephone space, and after several weeks of getting to know each other, we decided to meet in person at a local coffee shop. Meet we did, and we all liked each other, so much so that one of the fellows invited Marash Girl out on a date. The date was lovely, and at the end of the evening, the fellow (can't remember his name at the moment) kissed her good night. Following the kiss, he whispered, "I've never felt this way about a woman before," as he bid Marash Girl (who was not known as Marash Girl at that time) farewell. No-one had ever uttered those words to Marash Girl before. Marash Girl was elated. But wait as she might, the fellow never called her back for a second date. Confused, she picked up the telephone and called into the "dead space" and found one of the fellow's friends in the "chat room". Confessing to him her confusion, he replied, "Well, what do you expect? He rooms with his professor." "So what?" replied Marash Girl. "But they share the same bedroom," her friend replied. "So?" Marash girl queried. "But they share the same bed. His professor would kill him if he ever found out!"
And that, dear reader, was the end of that . . .