My wife and I liked to tell people that we met at an orgy. In part, that’s just me and Mary being smartasses. But it was also to feel out new folks, to see if maybe they were hip, if they were friends who might want to play with us.

But there was also some real truth to the aforementioned statement. Mary and I did in fact first meet at a party, and that party was of the naked variety.

It had happened late in our college years. Somehow, Mary and I had never crossed paths before, though we both attended the same school. I had recently fallen in with a crowd of wild party people. Maybe I was making up for time lost in my earlier terms, when I studied like a monk in his cell. Maybe I was just grabbing a last chance at unbridled fun before real-life set in for good.

My new friends threw the most... Read More