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And So He Did

On his 43rd birthday, May 18, 1984, Stephen Nichols, the guy that had been going with John, you know, the one that I asked God to send me one like, walked back into my life. I had forgotten all about him and was not at all prepared for the intensity with which Stephen would now persue me. Yet here he was knocking on my door, and wanting to be a part of my life.

Apparently, I was somewhat cold and aloof, yet he nearly begged me to "let him love me." He tells a different version of the story, i.e. that I was a downright asshole about it. But in a then traumatic and in retrospect hilarious series of events, I did fall in love with him eventually.

It's remarkable how things work out, because I had ruptured my disk about the same time that he knocked on my door. My back grew steadily worse over the summer. Stubborn person that I am, despite nearly disabling pain, I refused to give up my plans to go to Alaska with friend, Tom Manuel. Stephen would just have to water my plants for me and wait. And so he did.

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