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February 01, 2007

307. Seanie

Seanie was the most plastic man I ever met. Tall and lean, he moved his body in rubber-boned waves. His face was silly putty. After uni, he bought a van and drove around the US. Now he’s a Manhattan realtor.

February 02, 2007

308. Guy Who Threw Me In The Window

I locked myself out of my first apartment. The woman next door called a neighbor away from his game to help me. Burly, bearded, beer-swilling, biker neighbor carefully lifted me to the window and boosted me inside. Then he chuckled.

February 03, 2007

309. Lynda

Lynda was a natural mentor, gathering promising women under her wing for advice and challenges. Busier than anyone on campus, she juggled the demands of opposing IT camps. She recovered from an inevitable stress-induced breakdown; now she owns show dogs.

February 04, 2007

310. Yuri

Yuri is a woman who you look at and either feel jealous of because of her slim dancer’s body, or sorry for because she works in an industry where she has to keep herself beautiful. She doesn’t talk about it.

February 08, 2007

314. Chip

Chip, Tod’s “second-cousin-once-removed-in-law,” saw Tod’s potential very early. He loaned Tod money to invest in a technology venture; gave Tod a job when the venture didn’t pan out. I’m certain Chip’s generosity launched Tod on the path he still follows.

February 09, 2007

315. Skip

Skip was a chemistry innovator. He jumped on the Internet bandwagon early, incorporating connectivity into the tools he was building so that scientists could share results. He asked me to author the Internet how-to chapter in his book.

February 10, 2007

316. Dad's Doctor

Dad’s doctor had once been Mom’s boss. When the chemo failed, he called Mom to break the bad news. He brought us all together and gently explained the options. His compassion and professionalism made those terribly painful moments almost bearable.

February 11, 2007

317. Doug

Doug’s chat persona was horribly rude so we were curious to meet him. IRL, he was a decent person, very smart, and creative as hell in the kitchen. In 1991, he & Tod formed Telerama, America’s 3rd public internet provider.

February 12, 2007

318. Mike

Mike bought old houses, renovated them, then moved on. He followed the same pattern with women. His troubled teen daughters had revolving faux mothers. In one of Mike’s stunning kitchens, I conceived the rinse cycle dishwasher method of cooking crabs.

February 13, 2007

319. Joan

Joan was a dishwater blonde, butch-looking schoolmate who enjoyed making quizzes. When I answered "True" to “Would do something kinky?” I discovered her definition of kinky didn’t match mine. I was labeled a lesbian for the rest of high school.

February 14, 2007

320. David

David was the “toy boyfriend.” Five years younger than me, youthfully handsome and nice smelling, he kept my bed warm but didn’t engage me intellectually, emotionally, or any other way. He said I broke his heart when I met Tod.

February 15, 2007

321. Razor

Razor seemed older online. Offline he was a gawky fourteen year old, so smart and bored that he did stupid things. Testing boundaries, he got in trouble frequently. He grew up, straightened up, and founded a mysterious data security firm.

February 16, 2007

322. Brett

Long limbed, lean and wiry muscled, with long seldom washed raven hair, Brett was the opposite of me which is probably why I lusted after him so badly. He knew music. He knew films. He smelled like cigarettes and beer.

February 17, 2007

323. HotRod Dan

HotRod was Razor’s online sidekick and real-life protector. Dan wasn’t much to look at; his twenty-something face pocked by acne, but his heart was so beautiful, so completely in the right place that it hurt to be around him sometimes.

February 18, 2007

324. John

I suspect that there is an extremely mocking TV cartoon character based on John. He was a tall, wide, red-headed toady to the boss. I’m sure he was more than that, but all I ever noticed was him sucking up.

February 19, 2007

325. Mike

I can still hear Mike’s voice echoing in the office. Trained for radio, he was the most enthusiastic help desk employee, ever. Even when he didn’t understand what he was explaining. He rode a recumbent bike to work every day.

February 20, 2007

326. Troy

Troy needs his beauty sleep and straight people seem to bore him, so he almost always exits our parties early. But while he’s in the room, he’s entertaining– either geeking out about stereo gear or telling funny stories about everything.

February 21, 2007

327. Aunt Lucy

I don’t remember Aunt Lucy, but I’ve been told that I’m like her in some ways. She married for love but didn’t have children. She and her husband lived in a stylish midtown apartment. I inherited her beautiful 1930s watch.

February 22, 2007

328. Aunt Margot

I'm not sure she ever visited her sister, my grandmother. Aunt Margot lived in Florida in a gorgeous home with her rich family but wealth doesn’t equal happiness. She died young and I only recently learned it was a suicide.

February 23, 2007

329. Patricia

Patricia was in over her head and her boss didn’t like her. She wanted to succeed and tried hard, but the personality clash was too great. After an important project was delayed, she was cast down and shortly after, out.

February 24, 2007

330. Wendy

Wendy was who I wanted to be in 1996 – blonde & professional with a terrific figure. And she was able to keep a secret. Personal crisis opened her heart to a coworker and they dated for months before anyone realised.

February 25, 2007

331. Sheldon

Sheldon bought a1930s bungalow and turned it into a modest showpiece for his family by opening up the hallway. His architectural redesign work was beautiful but a bit too DIY we discovered after we bought it – wiring was not to code.

February 26, 2007

332. Monika

Monika cooked an annual Easter ham, decorated the table with Christian lambs and crosses and used that as a statement about her Judaism. There was more laughter than statement, perhaps. Monika was always laughing in a worldly, offbeat, joyful way.

February 27, 2007

333. Thea

Thea was raised by her father and his bevy of women, but only a few of the step-mothers ever connected with Thea. As a teen she lived with her aunt and uncle, but even their love didn’t fill the gap.

February 28, 2007

334. Barbara

Barb is the only mum I know who'd follow her kids to Japan, find a job and settle for half a decade. She adopted all us Tokyo “kids” through invitations to Sunday dinners and family holiday gatherings. Thanks so much.