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On our second date my fast-food Romeo and I went to the mall, where he bought me a phone of my own. April Tesoriero Paulden, Arizona I had an unrequited crush on a boy named Darren.
The prospects of my meeting someone in a conservative, Muslim-majority country seemed slim at best.We found we had a lot in common and decided to meet outside of dialysis, outside of our chairs. I spent my sixteenth birthday puking into a bucket — not due to the aftereffects of a wild party, but because I had a stomach virus.Things started to look up that summer when I got a job at a fast-food restaurant.It took me several weeks to piece together that Winona was living in an with her seven dogs.This should have been enough to scare me off, but I was hooked.
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For ten years after graduation I pursued what any sane person could see were unavailable men: The college professor I slept with the summer of my sophomore year, who told me up front, “This won’t last, you know.” My good friend from graduate school, who would have been perfect for me were it not for the inconvenient fact that he was gay.