You know it’s love when you’ve not seen or talked to each other in over 30 years—and once you see their name in an email you salivate.

—Boo

Aftermath: It’s love when still see them after the 30 years and they’ve survived and so have you.

3

I had finished nursing school that day and we celebrated by drinking a half a liter of Maker’s Mark bourbon, lounging on my kitchen floor and singing every Tom Waits song we knew.

—Cindy

Postscript: We lasted a couple of weeks more. It was doomed for pretty obvious reasons; you can’t keep that kind of lifestyle up for very long without consequences.

3

It was love when I realized that — on top of everything else — he was just as kinky as I was and I didn’t have to be embarrassed or hide it anymore.

—Alison

Postscript: Five years and two kids later, we’re happy and as kinky as ever.

6

We visited a Roman spa where men and women could “spa together.” I also invited one of my girlfriends to join us. My beau, whom I am sure was excited that he was soon to spa with two beautiful women, was supportive in her attending our afternoon adventure. While there, I never saw sooo many flaccid penises in my life! That day, in the spa, surrounded by flesh, I knew we could be naked around each other forever.

—Christine

Postscript: We married 2 years later and are still naked!

1

After enjoying a wonderful first sleepover, she hopped out of bed and came back with a carton of ice-cream. Again: naked person and ice-cream. Classical art is scarcely as beautiful.

—Aaron

Postscript: We stayed together for the next couple of years. Then I got traded in for a bike mechanic with a ponytail.

0