Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Indiana Gil and the Temple of Jerk

I love Richard for many reasons, but one important one being that he is not Gil. When we met, Gil and I were both archaeologists in our early twenties. We both did well at university and spent summers travelling around the province working on digs. Tent sex and archaeology. Doesn’t that sound romantic? And he was a beautiful looking man, tall and dark with considerable artistic talents. Unfortunately he was evil incarnate and within two years I was reduced to chewing on valiums. It’s lucky for our husbands that most of us women have had a Gil in our lives.

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