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But Harvey! Women who love men just about dissolved me like a rock in the Jameson’s! Joni Mitchell’s poetry in your journal. Mm mm mm!

But it doesn’t even take a kiss. The first time it was across a college Lit classroom and I loved the course and he hated it and so he was looking at me when I looked up at him and I was so embarrassed I lost my page and dropped my book and couldn't hide far enough. The next class meeting I refused to give up my seat for something silly and then he sat in the same place and when I compulsively looked up across the rows it was like we never had moved then there was a wink. Slow deliberate blue-eyed wink, one eyebrow lifted slightly, like an apology. I met other handsome men, but never as much man as that.

Thanks for Women who love men! Whew!

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