I was doing radio shows at WORT-FM, and one 1983 night while I was on the air, I looked across to the studio on the other side of the station and spied a really good-looking face in the glass. I lost no time in speeding over there an introducing myself to Stu, who was to make his debut on January 19th with a new folk-music show.
When that day came, I showed up with a bottle of wine to celebrate his first broadcast, and after the show we were drinking it. He said, "You seem somewhat preoccupied, Jess." "Well, I am," I said, "because I'm pretty sure my boyfriend is going to dump me any day now." "Tell me more about that," he said, delightfully matter-of-factly. And I did.
It was the beginning of a tempestuous time for both of us, the details of which I'm going to omit. We loved each other, though not in identical ways, for he was straight. At the time he said "mostly straight," but he meant completely straight.
Our both lives have taken many a turn since. He was married for eleven years (Barb and I got along especially well) and until November, 2003 lived right across the street from me. Both Stu and Barb turned out to be fine friends, though she has remarried and it's been quite a while since the last time we saw each other.
Since he moved away (a couple miles), we see each other fairly often, going out to eat together or to see a movie or watch a DVD movie at home. It has become a very solid and comfortable friendship.