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There’s a line in the movie Midnight in Paris… Gil, standing in the rain with his notebook, gets called a child by his fiancée and by everyone who knows him well. I know those words. My lovers have ascribed them to me too… a little boy, Peter Pan, the man who never got out of the…
Let me say the number and let you sit with it. Ninety-plus times. Thirty weeks. That’s this year so far, and the year isn’t done. I did the math because a recent article made me curious. Ninety in thirty weeks puts me on pace for well over a hundred and fifty encounters this year, good…