Biography but Not in that Section

[Blaise (imported)]

I was graduated from college forty years ago (I think today).

The night of graduation was the night before the wedding of my friends [blank] and [blank]. We had the party at the house where [blank] and I lived and elsewhere in town. Members of the wedding party stayed at the Center of Continuing Education across the street. Two young members of the wedding party decided to have themselves deflowered that night. I did not know that until this spring I learned that my second lover ought to have been my first lover.

After my graduation but before that young woman became (technically) my second lover, she became part of a notorious sexual scandal at my old university, while I was away at seminary and then living in California. It’s a long and even playful story but not part of this note. My friend, who once planned to be a nun, later married a neurosurgeon and became the mother of three Jewish children, all now grown. One of her children is a police officer.

This spring I learned that I was either a nice young man or a fool but probably both. My friend took me to be a nice young man. I just recall that I was not going to sleep with someone a bit under-the-influence, whom I had not known in a serious intellectual and emotional way.

The irony is that the woman who did become (technically) my first lover with whom I shared a serious intellectual and emotional bond has not spoken to me since 1970. She never will—for good reason. She is a clinical psychologist and marriage and family therapist (of course, my first lover would become a marriage and family therapist). However, my second lover—one of the two young women who wanted me to introduce them (and me) to the joys of erotic life—did want to contact me. She did this year.

It seems that three years after my graduation that my second lover frequently tried to introduce me to women who had crushes on me to me. Of course, I had a crush on my friend and never realized the reasons why I was sometimes out with more than one beautiful woman. Not that it would have mattered. I was then broke and with seminary in the past no longer with goals or ambition—except to write a great quartet of novels about love, though Durrell had already written them.

I hope you are taking notes (quoting Woody Allen).

[Uncle Flo (imported)]

I am taking notes. Life is horrible, wonderful, mysterous and full of surprises. --FLO--

[Blaise (imported)]

Yep, so it goes.