Back in the day.

Long ago.

Five days after Rudy and I met.

He called me.

Called me at home.

Where I was living with my parents.

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I’m almost certain we met on a Saturday night.

At a Tupperware™ party.

Of all places.

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We talked.

We laughed.

I gave him my phone number.

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So.

The next week.

When I said hello.

Talking into the house phone.

He murmured into my ear.

Do you remember me?

Of course I remember you, I said quietly.

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We talked.

We laughed.

And agreed to chat again.

On the following Thursday.

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Always on a Thursday.

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On and on it went.

For several weeks.

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Until.

One night.

We had an unexpected encounter.

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We sat together.

We talked.

A lot.

About life.

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As simple as that.

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When he called.

Again.

After another week’s passing.

I agreed to an official date.

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Because.

Well.

My instincts told me to.

Told me.

That Rudy was my future.