What I imagined the night we met... It’s a perfect autumn day. I’m cruising down country roads, windows down, my car filled with the scent of firewood and dead leaves and some alternative rock band from the early 2000s blasting from my speakers.  Usually driving to spend the evening around a group of strangers would freak me out, but all I can think about is the wind licking my nipples through my tight shirt and hoping yo...