Apparently neither did he, because he simply started kissing me awkwardly as he positioned himself on top of me. He had not done anything seductive in the hours, let alone minutes, leading up to our big scene. Michael didn't seem upset, only slightly disappointed that things didn't turn out differently.
We kept right on trying for weeks, for months, for years, and kept right on failing.
But after our third date, he told me he wanted to wait until we were married. Plus, he was a supportive friend, so much kinder than anyone I'd ever known.
He volunteered at homeless shelters and sang in the church choir.
When I met my now ex-husband Mike, I had just turned 21.