Author Archives: Al

            My first girlfriend had dark, curly hair, barely reaching her shoulders. Five years old, she sported black Shirley Temple-esque wavy ringlets. In my memories, she wears a white button-up shirt with rounded collar, and a plaid … Continue reading →

[First Draft] During this odyssey I must have learned something. But I never took the time to discover the lessons. I accepted that girls were part of life, and would occasionally fall into mine. I had a vague yearning for … Continue reading →

[First Draft, 8th section] During the last two years of medical school, my schedule mimicked that of an intern – days filled with following residents on their rounds in the hospital, and frequent nights on call, the first line of … Continue reading →

Two years into Sarah’s reign as my girlfriend, I became entangled with Molly J. I worked as a lifeguard for three summers, age 19-21, at a local private swim club. A dangerous place for a barely out of his teens … Continue reading →

[Work in progress, not fully edited] Grades 7 through 10, ages 11 through 15 saw zero girlfriends in my life. After that, relationships got real. Girls no longer were playmates with dresses. We began rehearsing roles as lifemates. From now … Continue reading →

[Work in progress, not fully edited] Entering a six-year high school as an underage, undersized brainiac, I lost my magic touch with girls. I had relied on them seeking me out. With a larger pool of potential beaux, an endless … Continue reading →