Have you ever been in the wrong place at the right time? Experienced a moment which changed your life for the best, although you didn’t realize it until it was over?
I have.
It was the seventies. The decade of tie-dye clothes, disco dancing, big hair and swinging. It was my decade of wanting so badly to be loved, to find a husband, to start a family that I was willing to say yes to anything.
So when Bryce, a co-worker I had a huge crush on, asked me if I wanted to go to a swinger’s party, I said sure. Seconds later the word NO swelled to goliath proportions within my mind, but failed to come out. Instead I asked, “What should I wear?”
“And now for the rest of the story.” As Paul Harvey used to say.
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