In 2008, I wrote the following post in my Live Journal (does anyone remember Live Journal?). A lot of people reacted to it and so I updated it and reposted it in 2017, and then, knowing full well that I can’t spend the month focusing on Gay Pride and not talk about AIDS. So I’ve looked at that essay again, and sharing it with you once once more….
When I was barely twenty-one, I dated this beautiful high-school boy. Oh, my! He was so pretty, you wanted to cry. Lovely eyes, and golden-brown hair and a beautiful heart to match. Don’t worry, he told me he was legal, although just barely. I fell head-over-heels in…limerence. I knew even then that I wasn’t in-love yet, but with a little time…it was easily heading that direction and it could have turned into love with ease.
His name was David (Greeknameopolis). We met in the Walden Bookstore I was working in. I was at the register and it looked to me like some kid was sneaking a look at a Playboy or something, which we weren’t supposed to let kids do. And he looked like a kid, believe me!
I sorta snuck up behind him to my surprise, it was Playgirl he was looking at! Not Playboy! Before I could say a word, I got a look at him and well, he took my breath away… Young, but not a kid. A true vital young man. So instead of kicking him out of the store, I whispered, “If you give me the money, I’ll buy that for you…”
He looked up at me (yes, up!) with those big doe eyes and with a trembling voice said Continue reading