no , the real reason i know that garrett and i were destined to meet is that out of all the trashy , uncool books i could have brought along ( this being the judith krantz era of my sexual education ) , i happened to pick a battered old copy of pablo neruda poetry my dad had given me , so that when garrett collapsed into the chair beside mine , he looked over and lit up with a crooked half smile that to this day still does strange things to my stomach .