Sitting at the priority table, sipping my wine, nodding to this one and that, I couldn’t see Micky Gaynor and his wife.
Not with my eyes.
In my mind, I can recall the day I spoke to him, the day I saw him. I can recall how we became friendly, then more than friends.
There were men in my life, women in his, and at some point we found each other and became faithful to each other.
There was no man in my life but Mickey.
Oh it was hot and sexy and fun, and then I was offered a fellowship I had dreamed of. I had applied, and hoped beyond hope, and I got it.
I got it and I took it. I took it because it was everything.