I was in Houston last weekend with my wife and our friends for a concert. Like the other few times I've been to Houston in the last couple of years, I wondered what would happen if I happened to run into dear Anya.

The chances of seeing her are probably miniscule in such a big metro area, but I still hold out hope. There's a lot of women with beautiful hair in Houston, but none like Anya. I'm sure I'd recognize her if I saw her at concert venue or a restaurant. How could I not?

The thing is, if I saw her, there would probably be nothing I could do. I'd most likely be with my wife, and there's no way I can explain Anya to her. And if Anya was with friends or family, I would never think of approaching her to introduce myself.

I would see her and my heart would nearly burst out of my chest. But I'd have to just smile, and may be hope she saw me smile at her.