Time passed in a blur. Sally and I met at Pier A, hung out, and then got smoothies at the local shake shop. We met again the following Friday for a dinner date at one of the local Italian places, Sally in a slinky black dress. The owner brought out complimentary shots of some Italian liqueur that left us both stumbling onto the sidewalk afterwards, and from there we walked back down to Pier A, kissed on the park benches, and decided to go to a New Jersey water park the next day. Sally showed up for that wearing a black string bikini, and I was astonished to realize that I hadn’t even noticed her pin-up girl’s figure until our fourth date. We spent a glorious day splashing aimlessly alongside the park's various slides and fountains before coming back to my place, putting on a movie, and falling asleep in one another’s arms. In mere days, Sally had become a fixture in my life. She was the piece I’d been missing. We’d both gone through rough patches, but together I thoug