I met Bianka at a fast-casual restaurant that had good food and a solid wine selection. She wore a knee-length, flowing, flower-patterned skirt and a conservative top. She kept her lush brown hair down, and I was struck by how clear her face was. She was extremely pretty. A pure natural beauty.

We hugged hello, and made some small talk. I asked Bianka if she was ready to order, and she said she only wanted some wine. That was fine with me. I got a bottle and suppressed a chuckle when she took the gum out of her mouth and folded it into a napkin when I poured her a...