FGMS

For some reason, he has been on my mind lately. I was 22 when I met him. He was 38. He had just left a publishing career in Chicago to move to Denver. We worked together, drank together and found ourselves alone together one too many times. He was Italian and very attractive - tall, dark hair, dark eyes, dark side. He drank way too much. He carried a gun. He went commando. It was not about being together so much as not being alone as we each tried to make our new lives in a new place. We eventually went our separate ways. I hope he found what he was looking for.