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March 2, 2007
i waited for him in the downtown mall near my apartment, on benches outside the dancing mermaid. i hadn’t seen his photograph. every time a tall big guy entered, i was simultaneously excited, disappointed, horrified. then it was him. i recognized him immediately. the man i had dreamt about. weird how we know these things. how instinct takes over and points us in the right direction, if only we’d listen. we drank wine. he held my hand. i wore the sweater with the peep hole at the cleavage. we caressed for hours. six years later we recreated the whole thing.