Sometimes Cupid comes calling but it’s not the right time. Usually, he doesn’t come back. But, fortunately for me, he did.
Jim and I met in college. He was sitting across from me at the dorm cafeteria and I thought he was cute. He had Elvis sideburns and a thick shock of sandy colored hair that swept over his forehead past his glasses. I was a senior, pretty much thought myself too mature to date anyone but another senior. So I asked, quite cleverly, I thought, if he was a junior. “No,” he answered, in that laconic manner I have come to know and love. I breathed a sigh of relief. Then he added, “I’m a freshman.”
