No

I'll tell you what I want you to know. But I will say it my way.
I didn't open the floor for questions.

I had just moved there. I was 18. It was my first day at a job in a shoe store in the mall. The section in the back against the wall was called Siberia. His name was Jake. Tall, blond, and adorable. Funny as hell. I was supposed to help him shift the Connie's and the 9 Wests in Siberia. I had a huge stack of shoeboxes in my arms when I lost it, dumping them all. Jake stood there and watched as I fumbled about 10 pairs of shoes and their boxes all over me and the floor. He called me one of Jerry's kids. We laughed all night.

After work he took me to Jack in the Box for burgers. I thought he was so cool. King of the storeroom. He introduced me to his friends, took me to parties, showed me the town. He turned me on to Danny Elfman. He would let me read him things I was working on. He was interested.

He kissed me once. My head spun.

I'll tell you what I want you to know.
The rest, I let go.