The crush was deep and abiding. Forget the 3,000 miles between us. Forget that she had slept with a friend of mine because my interest had remained unvoiced and I had a girlfriend at the time. Forget everything that would have made this pairing almost impossible to seriously consider. I was having dreams about her, for Chrissakes, so to say that Ingrid was on my mind was an understatement. So I wrote her and laid it all out. In pre-Internet days this is how it worked.