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Untethered to hormones 😉

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F— buddy is a term I once thought applied to gay men who were sexually but not romantically involved. But, hey, that's my fiction genre, so maybe I can be forgiven for that. Your story reminded me of a line from a Cheryl Wheeler song (can't recall which one): "I'm still that nervous 9th grader."

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Short and sweet! I'm glad you shared this little nugget.

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I'm glad you liked it. Thank you. Short and sweet is precisely how long the experiement lasted -- or didn't, as it were.

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I've had some similar "experiments" in my time, but none that had quite the "truth in advertising" application yours did.

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She was as subtly as the Marlboro Man. Speaking of which, I got to know one of the actual Marlboro Men. He used to train horses in Virginia.

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Is there a short story there? I'd read.

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Let me think about that. He’s a great guy. I haven’t seen him in years. I spent about 12 hours with him and another horse show judge. We were in what amounted to a wooden box smaller than a single bed, including the desk, overlooking a show ring. He was inconceivably funny and self-deprecating about having been one of the M Men, as if you run into one every day.

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I might post in Notes: “I know one of the Marlboro Men. Any questions?”

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I've never been approached in exactly that way, but I did attempt the FB thing once with a long term friend. It wound up being one of the most comi-tragic experiences of my life.

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