The Dance: Dear Lana . . . Love Michael

While working in Reno for 8 months, I grew tired of being away from home. Also, I wasn’t sure I wanted to stay in my blue collar job. Taking a leap of faith, I quit and moved back to San Francisco. On my first weekend home, I went to a party at a South of Market warehouse where some friends were throwing a party. It was a rainy night and expectations were low. While talking with a high school friend, I noticed a beautiful girl walking by. My friend encouraged me to go talk to her, but I was...