...in a city far away, I was once crying on a street curb at three in the morning. I had just walked in on a conversation between my boyfriend and another woman that left no doubt in my mind what was going on between them. I had nowhere to go, as the buses back to my university dorm had stopped running, and wouldn't start again until 6 am, but I knew I couldn't stay at his place. So I ran outside. And I sat and I cried.

I know now that I am extremely lucky that the two guys who came by and asked me if I was OK were good, decent guys. They gave me a place to sleep on their couch, and helped me get back on my feet. And neither one of them EVER tried to take advantage of me.

I spent a lot of time with those two guys over the next few months, before deciding to move back to my home city. I never saw them again.

One of them goes by the last name Lindemann, but he's not George Lindemann, which is the only one I could find on the web.