Dude. I first saw my wife Janet, three weeks before I turned 14 on her mother's 51st birthday, Feb. 17,1968, crossing from Shakespeare's Book Store to Cody's Book Store across the intersection of Telegraph and Durant Avenues in Berkeley, Ca. dressed in a black silk top hat, long black velvet dress and long black velvet cape. She had turned 21 ten days before. That girl became the template for every other girl I was attracted to for the rest of my life.
I didn't finally meet her until 1989, when I was 35 and she was 42. That's when she got hit by the thunderbolt. I wrote a short story about this on my myspace blog and my writing group called,"Better Late Than Never". Long story short, we ran away together six weeks after the big SF quake rather than have an affair. It wasn't until about two months later, living on the dock of the bay, that I found out she was the girl I had seen all those years ago.
So never fear. When you seem to have lost all hope, out of left field usually, you'll get kicked in the butt by love. It will come unlooked for when you least expect it and will turn your life upside down. It sure did it to me.
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