That was not a pet mouse, it was my girlfriend. I had met her on the internet and I was in town to meet her in person. I'd asked her if she'd ever watched any of the Dateline NBC shows about sexual predators. She said no, so I went for it. She said she'd meet me at the back door of the diner. I'm not desperate or anything, but I waited for her at that back door for what seemed to be forever....all that evening and half of the next day. I didn't even leave to go to the bathroom. I just went right there.... in my pants. It kept me warm for a while. Just as I was beginning to think she might not show up, I looked down and there she was. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Our eyes met, and I knew.