This is the page of Pam. The second in a series of webpages designed to embarass the New York women I adore in a way that only a Southern boy could (adore that is).

This is me. Well dressed and thinner. It's fitting. When I first met Pam I was wearing a suit and even thinner than this. She tells me I was nice and polite. Must have been the suit affecting me. Either that or I was on my best behavior in an airport. The FAA are really strict about that. Or simply the fact she was hot and when we got back to school I wanted her to remember me well. She did, but nothing came of it. Nothing good anyway. All I got was a lifelong friend.

This is Pam (Greckneck, L.I., if you're keeping track) in college. We went to NYU. The scars are purely emotional in case you're looking for them. We both worked at the school gym (one of the many reasons I was thinner). It's obvious why I wanted to make good impression, isn't it? She's a cute as a button. Nice body too. Oddly enough, it wasn't they gym or the airport meeting that made us close. It was a class on Shakespeare that we shared. Professor Deakins I think. In any case, there was no sexual chemistry whatsoever. She wasn't crazy and I'm not Jewish. Yep, that WASPy-looking cutie is a Daughter of Abraham. Behind her is a girl named Alexis. She was crazy as a loon and I wanted her desperately. I worked there all four years. Pam moved on to bigger and better things: school mascot.

Actually that's the new improved suit. When Pam did it, it looked like a big, weeping kitten.

This, I believe is a couple of years after college in my apartment on the upper west side. Needless to say, she's watching a very good tv show. I love her hair short and dark. Kinda like Maggie on Northern Exposure. Hell, maybe that's what we were watching.

Believe it or not, this over a decade after college. For some strange reason I didn't take any pictures of Pam for ten years. I could blame the fact that she went to med school in Israel, but that's over now. Doesn't matter. It's not like she changed a lot. Neither did I actually. We're blessed that way. There isn't a picture of me because, unlike Pam, I got fat.

Okay, she's still cute with the longer hair, but I still prefer it short. This is at EJ's Luncheonette on the upper west side. If you find a roach, you can get a free meal. In NYC that's a dangerous policy to have. You could quickly go out of business.

Finally, here is Pam in my current residency in Hell's Kitchen. What a babe. Unfortunately, she's still not crazy and I'm still not Jewish, so she's still just my friend. Soon after this, she officially became a doctor, a shrink no less. Now when I bitch and whine to her it's gonna cost me $100 an hour.

These are the bulldogs Pam gave up to go to med school. U-G-L-Y! You ain't got no alibi! You ugly! Uh-uh! You ugly! But they were very sweet.

Here's Pam frolicking in the Dead Sea. Sorry, but the nudes got damaged by all the salt. Too bad. They were kinda nice.

Here's Pam and our mutual friend, Nancy. She threatened my life if I ever posted this photo. Come get me, baby.

Now this, this is sexy.

I don't know why I keep showing people pictures of me with Pam. It always reflects badly on me that she's just my friend. "She's a beautiful and she's a doctor!?! What the hell is wrong with you!?!" No one ever says that about me regarding her. "He's and geek and he's middle management!?! How can you let him even touch you!?!"

Sigh. Yet another picture of the lovely Dr. Pam and her geek friend.

This is Pam done up to the nines and looking---GASP---almost Jewish! I'm her companion to doctor-type functions when her neurosurgeon boyfriend is unavailable. I coulda been a neuro-whatever. I just didn't want to.

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