The first time Tiff and I met, she had come to a Sunday
boat outing. We had barely known each other for
a few hours, but when the time came to go out on the jet ski, she
refused to go with anyone other than me. "I only want to go with Aviv," she said. She spent the whole 30 minute ride though the Marina's 5 mile per hour no-wake-zone squeezing me so hard I could barely breathe. "Tiff, we aren't going
fast... You don't need to hold on so tight yet," I said, but she wouldn't
let go. She is still holding on to me today and I hope she never lets go.