About 10 years ago I met a girl named Yumi in Manhattan. Worked out of a spa on 7th ave and 30th street. Half Korean, half Chinese, spoke both languages. Exchanged phone numbers, she moved on to Flushing. Called herself Amy and worked out of an apartment on Sanford. We texted a lot back and forth. Then one day I went to take a picture of her, she brushed my phone away, obviously pissed at me. Would not answer texts or calls. Finally answered one day and told me to leave her alone. I told her I wrote a song about her, which I did. She said email it to me. I did. It's a great song. She went back to not answering my texts of calls.