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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."