Tall, blond, skinny, and a terrific musician, Alan and I saw each other regularly the year my other boyfriend Alan was away in the army. Not only did we have music in common, we enjoyed sex, and as he lived just around the corner from me, there was even a convenience factor for us two frisky boys. He had a boyfriend too, except his was in town, not in the army. I was in fact sleeping with both of them. I've no idea whether they knew this, though.
We certainly liked each other, but it was not serious in terms of emotional attachments, on either side, though I was certainly quite taken with him. He is now well known as a professional musician.
I saw him last in 1974 when he played a concert in Madison. At the airport before his departure he told me he could hardly believe how much I'd changed since Urbana days, nearly 20 years earlier. I had to ask, of course, what he meant by that, but I was certainly not anticipating his response, which was: "You were so awful!" I decided to make do with the implication that I was less awful now and let it go at that. I guess this shows the value of having a sense of humor about yourself.
"How are you?"
Of course, I suppose I should note that I wasn't so awful he wouldn't sleep with me on a fairly regular basis. I was to learn later that doesn't prove much, if anything.