What was it that drew you to your significant other? Their blue eyes? Their ginger countenance? Their smile? Their voice?
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Lunch hour. 1968. Manhattan. A restaurant with a view of Central Park. Garry and I are sharing a big plate of excellent fries as we both snatch a little time from our respective jobs.
Our hands meet as we simultaneously reach for a French fry.
“Wow. He has,” I think, “The silkiest skin I’ve ever touched. And such beautiful hands.”
And that was it. I’d already known Garry for 4 years. He was my son’s godfather and we worked together at the college radio station, but that touch was the start of something.
We’ll celebrate our 24th anniversary this year. He still has skin like silk. And a voice like velvet.