She had the kind of looks that you hide behind. He never had the time. She wrote his phone number in lipstick on the driver’s side window of her dad’s Buick. He told her, “When I get you back to my place, I’m going to make a mess out of your hair.” His hotplate was heating up some stew just for two. He should’ve told her that he needed her, but instead he just said, “Let’s have a beer.” After a few more she was wishing that her car weren’t so far away, but when he held her it…