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I remember way back too, when I was in junior high, I was shy; had crushes on girls, but thought some of the boys were so handsome. I remember a boy in my high school history class. He sat in a desk a row over and in front of me. He had chiseled features, high cheekbones, dark hair in ducktails, a sign of rebellion back then. It was hard to take my eyes off him, but I didn’t want the teacher to see me staring at him, so I had to be furtive. I was creative, athletic but not confident enough for team sports. I went out for tennis and loved it, played from junior high through high school and college. I dated a beautiful girl my freshman year in college. I was closely matched skill-wise with the best player on the team, a junior. I was 2nd. One afternoon after a practice match with another player on the team, I was watching his practice match. As I watched him running skidding and and belting the ball, I realized I was falling in love with him. All the feeling, the torch I’d carried from junior high through high school for this one girl, flooded into me for him. But he was engaged to be married. He liked to play practice matches with me. He’d pick me up at the dorm and we’d play down at the tennis courts on Saturday mornings, no one else there. One day while we were taking a break, he told me about a health class he was taking, and how they were being taught about bandaging. He began to show me by running his hands across my chest on a diagonal and over my shoulder. He kept rubbing across my chest, longer than it would take to demonstrate a bandaging technique. Of course I didn’t want him to stop. I painted some paintings at that school, and wrote my first poems, but otherwise didn’t do well in college until many years later. After I left that college he wrote me, wanting me to be the best man at his wedding, and come several days early to visit him. I couldn’t believe it and was so excited. It turned out the day of his wedding was the day I was supposed to report for a Naval Reserve training cruise. I went to the reserve unit and talked to the Commander there, explaining my situation and asking to go on a later cruise. He refused. I never saw Gary again. I’ve had less than a handful of relationships over the years, the longest was 2 years. I’m glad for those experiences, which taught me grew me in both lovely and painful ways. I’m glad I’ve learned to live alone, paint and write. I don’t seek actively for a relationship now, but if one comes, I think I might explore it.