In the summer of 1977 I had been corresponding with Michael from Atlanta,
Georgia. Michael was a physically small person, with curly brown hair
and bright blue eyes. He had moved all the way to St. Louis to be with
me. Unfortunately, ours was not a good personality match. Still, when
I held Michael, I got that same feeling that I had had when I was with
my first lover. I was in love with Michael from the minute I met him.