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"For some of you readers out there, your first sexual experience was with your husband on your wedding day. You said your vows, climbed into bed, and cried tears of joy when the two of you became one. Every anniversary, the two of you still look back and think, &amp;quot;Those were the best two minutes of our life.&amp;quot;  As for the rest of us, we just had sex\u2014some of us more than others, and with more people than others. Personally, I led a relatively calm existence. To this day I prefer the company of books to beer. I&amp;#039;ll forgo a pedicure for an extra cup of coffee. And besides country music, did they make other songs after 1993? The fact that I ended up with a computer nerd instead of an avant-garde film director was not exactly a shocker.  But a few years before Rex, there was this one guy. Let&amp;#039;s call him Big B, shall we? I met Big B at NBC when I was working my way up the food chain. I assisted in marketing, he assisted in accounting; I was wasting time downstairs, he was wasting time upstairs; I was funny, he laughed at my jokes; I liked tacos, he liked margaritas; he had huge hands and feet and I (uh hum) have a thing for huge hands and feet.  Most importantly, he made me laugh like no one I have ever known. To this day, I think back at those nights spent in ratty Mexican restaurants, the smell of cigarette smoke mingled with stale chips, and smile at &amp;quot;the best days of my life.&amp;quot; You know the ones. When you fall head over heels with the guy who is destined to break your heart.  Looking back over those carefree, living-in-lust days, I don&amp;#039;t know why I didn&amp;#039;t see the signs. Like the one where he was going to write a movie, despite having never written anything before. Or when the police trailed him for driving away from the scene of an accident. (He wasn&amp;#039;t the one driving... it was bad luck. No, really!) And when he called me from jail that one time, trying to convince me that he wasn&amp;#039;t a deadbeat, just misunderstood.  Ah, well...he was, as they say, the one who got away. Actually, he drove away. Pretty fast. In a beat-up Saturn he still owed payments on. Apparently, no matter how much I loved him, he just wasn&amp;#039;t going to move in with me. Silly moi had this thing where I didn&amp;#039;t want him partying with the guys until 2am. He couldn&amp;#039;t drink whenever he felt like it. And the sex? It was great for what it was, but it never seemed to be often enough. In fact, he seemed to like spending time with the guys over having sex with me. Um... the &amp;quot;best guy friend&amp;quot; he&amp;#039;d ditch over a naked woman and a hot shower? That was more than a sign. Or even a stop sign. That was a big blaring train crossing signal telling me to RUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUN!!!  Not that I have any ill will towards him. I hope he and Bruce adopt a lovely child and spend the rest of their life together drinking foreign beer and shopping the local farmers markets on Sundays.  I can&amp;#039;t hold a grudge against someone I really loved. Or at least thought I loved. That experience taught me that longing for something I never really had\u2014because it was never really there\u2014will never beat out having something real that sometimes gets boring. I can spice up boring, but I can&amp;#039;t make a man who didn&amp;#039;t\u2014hell, couldn&amp;#039;t\u00AD\u2014love me want to be with me.  Was Big B more silly and happy go lucky than my husband? You betcha. But would I trade 10 years of contentment for 10 days of unsure exhilaration with Big B? Not for a second.  I truly wish Big B so much love and luck\u2014wherever he is. If I ran into him, I&amp;#039;d give him the biggest hug in the world. I&amp;#039;d no-holds-barred howl with laughter at one glimpse of his aqua blue eyes that would turn up into little creases in the corner, dancing and intoxicating me all at once. I&amp;#039;d flat out tell him that I still recall our times together as some of the most outlandish fun I ever had. Then I&amp;#039;d lean in, and whisper in his ear, &amp;quot;But Rex has even bigger hands and feet than you.&amp;quot; I&amp;#039;m not gloating. I swear. Okay, maybe a little. I&amp;#039;m a gracious loser, but I still have some pride. He can huff off to Bruce. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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