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putting myself to sleep. I wonder if
deep down the others feel this way, too.
Tom, the software engineer and
Abraham Lincoln look-alike, tells me of
a former girlfriend who was always
throwing open the doors of her house
to friends and strangers. She was adventurous
in every way: she loved new
food, new sexual experiences, new
people. It didn’t work out between
them—Tom eventually craved the company
of a partner who would focus
more on their relationship and less on
the outside world, and he’s happily
married now to just such a woman—but
he’s glad for the time with
his ex-girlfriend.
As Tom talks, I think of how much I
miss my husband, Ken, who’s back
home in New York and not a sensitive
type either, far from it. Sometimes this
is frustrating: if something moves me to
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