At the end of my Sophomore year of college, I found myself in the unlikely position of having a girlfriend. Sort-of. Jessica and I would get ready at the same time for dates. With guys. But in the process of getting ready, we would often make out and fondle each other. And then then next morning, we would cuddle in her bed and talk about how the dates had gone. (Her bed, not mine, because she had a single dorm room.) We would kiss, and giggle, and graphically describe and sometimes act out what our male dates had done to us the night before. And we would sit by each other at meals, and in the few classes we had together, we would sit in the back and hold hands, or pass notes like school-kids. In retrospect, we were just school-kids.But the semester and school year were quickly coming to an end, and we knew our fun was, too. I was going to move back in with my family, 4 hours to the North. She was going to move back to her hometown, 7 hours to the South. On our last night together, we
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