The Reception (Incomplete) by Captain Atom I was bored stiff. I was attending the reception for my old college roommate's wedding, but none of our other college buddies were able to make it. I knew no one there, and the people sitting at my table (family friends of the bride, I believe) were as dull as a butter knife. I was just making up my mind to leave when I was approached by a very pretty girl. She seemed rather young; I took her to be about nineteen years old. She had long straight dark blonde hair and lovely emerald green eyes. The strapless dress she was wearing matched the color of her eyes and hugged her thin 5'5" body nicely. She asked me if I'd like to dance, and I agreed. Just as we made it out on the dance floor, the music changed from fast to slow. The girl took me into a 'friendly' slow dance position and we moved across the floor. We exchanged some pleasant small talk. I learned that her name was Amanda and that she was the younger cousin of the bride.