This story is about a very close friend of mine. We’re both huge fans of your magazine. When she reads this, she’ll know who wrote it.

We met at work almost a year ago, and over time became quite close. We shared a few drinks at the local watering hole with mutual acquaintances, a party or two with coworkers, and some quiet evenings over a home-cooked meal, listening to old albums. We seemed to be able to talk about anything and everything.

We’d tried to be lovers once, and my only regret about our one night of passion was that we were both just a little too crazy with excitement to take our time. It turned into a hurried grope fest. It was wonderful and I will never forget it as long as I live, but it was not the way our first night together should have been. If I could go back in time, the... Read More