12.5.15 38 years ago

38 years. Thin and thick, worse and better, poor and enriched, sickness and then health. I never was drawn to those words at all, until a few years ago. 
But yeah, 38 years ago, after hanging out together at Umass, starving working working students like many of us, talking for hours in the coffee shop many days a week, about Woolf and Marx and sex roles and activism and class and Feminism and our idealism blossoming in waves across the land; 
where I would find excuses to lay my hand on his shoulder or thigh, while we debated and laughed, we finally had one of the best long long dates, the first of the rest.