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I remember one night after we left a meeting of the survivors, Anne gave
a good summary of her feelings. “You know, Jeff, there are times I wish
I could become a nun, I wish I could live in an isolated world where sex
didn’t exist.”

“Why not marry me?” I joked.

“What?” she said, stopping me on the street and staring at me.

“Like you said at the meeting,” I said. “You said you’d always thought
that marriage was a trap to be avoided, that marriage would mean the end
of your sexuality. Wouldn’t marriage be more fun than a convent?”

She smiled at me and chuckled. “It probably would, but you’re so …”
She paused, her voice trailing off. “Damn it, you’re so straight that
I’m afraid I’d offend you.”

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“I guess it’s about the same with me,” I said as I fished in my pocket
for my keys. “How come you still wear the earrings?”

She looked oddly at me for a moment before she answered. “They’re in
permanently; I’d have to cut them to get them out.”

Can you call it dating when neither partner is interested in making any
sexual advances? In March, a few months after Anne joined our survivors
support group, we started going out together. I think we were both
using our relationship defensively; by staying together when we were in
social settings, we could were shield each other from sexual pressure.

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She was so different from me, but somehow over the months that followed,
we found that we had something in common. We weren’t the only straights
in the survivors of AIDS group, but mabe the fact that most of the group
was gay did help push us together. The first thing we discovered we had
in common was an aversion to everything we associated with our encounter
with AIDS, and that included sex.

A few weeks after she joined our support group, we ended up walking out
to the parking lot together after a meeting. It was January, but above
freezing, and after the recent cold spell, we both found it pleasantly
warm, enough so that we stood outside and chated a bit before we got in
our cars to drive home.

“By the way,” I asked. “I remember you said you did jewelry design; got
any of your work to show off?”

“Other than my earrings, Nope,” she said, and then paused thoughtfully.
“It’s funny, I used to like flashy jewelry, but since Janet got AIDS …
well, I guess I’ve tried to avoid being flashy. I guess I’m one of the
new puritans the minister talked about at the meeting. It sure sounds
odd saying it, though, I mean, my self-image is about as far from that
as possible.”

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He
felt cold sweat burst forth on his forehead as he lifted his gaze to
Sarah’s face, if that was her real name. Kind of funny, he thought, her
expression hadn’t changed, almost as if she wasn’t pointing a large gun at
his head. She waved the revolver, beckoning him to come out in front of the
counter. “Now, Jim, you’re going to walk casually around the shop and pick
all of the most valuable stones and gems out for me and put them in this
bag”, she said, still smiling. She handed him the bag, and like in a trance
he did as told. He tried to select a cheap diamond, but then heard her
voice behind him : “Ah-ah, naughty boy Jim! You wouldn’t deny me the best
you can offer, now would you?” As he felt something hard pressing into his
back, he shook his head and quickly dropped the gem. He could’t cheat her,
it seemed.

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