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Do you remember our first date---early December 1979?

Your hair, cut in a shag and parted in the middle had

reached your shoulders.  Your shirt was dark teal, your

pressed and pleated dress slacks were gray, and your

sock were midnight blue.  Your militant dislike of shoes---a

defiance of social expectations (in those days)---

aroused me as, I think, you already knew; the fragrance and

flavor of your socks, as well as the fragrance and

flavor of your open mouth led, slowly and seductively, to

get naked.  What did I care about inhibitions?  We were both

males, twenty-one years old, and nothing was permitted to

obstruct our first date, our first intimacy, and the first (and

not the last) exchange of our glistening sweetnesses, along

with the pleasure of Love expressed intimately.

Starward