He was my blind date but was he that special man?
Dateline: March 1988
Allyson had been bugging me to run an ad in the personal column in the newspaper for weeks, and I finally agreed, mostly to get her off my case. She was delightfully ditzy, a concerned, loving friend whom I valued highly. She was very pregnant, exuding a radiance and euphoria that made me happy for her and miserable for me.
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The priest was furious at me. He snapped, “How dare you profane the church with this shabby mockery?”



